In the long years, although the shape of the child has never really taken stewardship to heart.

But the steward only thinks that his day and night protection will one day be able to move the child.

However, the steward never expected that his heart and mind would be waiting for such an outcome. With special suspicion, the steward stared at Mo Ze with his eyes, as if he wanted to penetrate Mo Ze's body and see through Mo Ze's heart, and see through all of Mo Ze's thoughts.

All his illusions were really unwilling to be dissipated into bubbles because of this airborne death.

However, Mo Ze's eyes were as deep as the sea, and he could guess through it if he stared at it.

After waiting for Mo Ze's answer, the steward broke a string of nerves and suddenly went crazy.

He stood up suddenly, pulled out a sharp weapon with a sword spirit from his waist, and suddenly flew towards Mo Ze, straddling the sharp weapon next to Mo Ze's neck, and shouted hysterically: "No...... You must be lying to me, aren't you?"

Because of his love for the child, although the steward was born in the family of Jiangmen, he followed the child to this place thousands of miles away.

For the sake of Xingtong, he was extremely unpleasant to look at Mo Ze, the invisible "rival in love", in order not to embarrass Xingtong, but he also tolerated Mo Ze more. The temperament that was full of anger in the past has gradually become a cowering appearance in such forbearance.

For the sake of the child, no matter whether he goes up the knife mountain or down the sea of fire, the steward feels that he is happy.

He is the son of Jiangmen, and he could have been majestic as the commander of a country on the battlefield. But it was for this humble love that made him give up everything, and he would continue to follow in the footsteps of the child.

When the child is here, he has the goal of going on.

But now, Mo Ze's sudden death undoubtedly sentenced the steward to death, making the steward feel that he had lost all hope in life in an instant.

His sword straddled Mo Ze's neck, but the panic in his heart made his hand holding the sword tremble.

He had imagined countless times what kind of picture he would have died for Xingtong, and whether Xingtong would leave a tear for him. However, he didn't expect that he would not be able to protect the child after all, and let her die in her lifetime.

For the sword that swept straight to the steward and stagnated at his neck, Mo Ze was not afraid at all.

He didn't dodge or dodge, just stood in place, looked at the slightly cold pavilion, pondered for a moment before saying, "It's time to settle this matter after dragging on for so long." General Feng, say it or not, it's up to me, believe it or not. ”

As he spoke, Mo Ze didn't even glance at the steward, but the steward's heart trembled suddenly, and the sword in his hand almost fell to the ground unsteadily due to shock.

For many years, the steward has almost forgotten that he still has the title of "General Feng".

Over the years, he has been obsessed with following Xingtong all over the world, and he has been away from the battlefield for a long time. Ordering troops on the battlefield, drunkenly lying down and talking about life and death, for him, is just a fragment of life experience from a very distant past.

In front of Xingtong, those battlefield fames, those brave pursuits, everything has become a faint memory of the past.

Mo Zesu didn't call him "in charge", and he didn't even give him any title.

The steward thought that Mo Ze was like him, but it was just disrespect under contempt.

Looking back now, I'm afraid that Mo Ze didn't want to call himself a "steward" at all. A general, for the sake of a beloved woman, became the steward of a remote land, Rao is difficult for ordinary people to accept.

"You always knew?" he asked, tentatively at Mo Ze.

Although he and Mo Ze have known each other here for 10,000 years, his understanding of Mo Ze has always remained on the surface. Su Ri, his patience with Mo Ze is just based on his love for Xingtong.

Now that Xingtong is really no longer alive, he feels that he has no need to go around in circles with Mo Ze.

The sound of faint ancient music came from the pavilion and spread into the ears of several people, ethereal and fresh, but instead of giving people a little joy, it made people's hearts heavy.

"The first time I saw you, I knew who you were. Mo Ze's gaze always stayed on the pavilion not far away, and his tone still did not fluctuate.

Although he can't fit the shape of the child in his heart, he may let the shape child live in this snowy region, and it is not that he knows nothing about the shape of the child.

When the steward came to this place, although he deliberately dressed up to be extremely mediocre, he was even a little unkempt.

The dirty clothes, against the dry skin that had been rolled up in the scorching sun for an unknown amount of time, undoubtedly made him look like a poor man who had been wandering in the outside world for many years.

However, even if the talent is dressed up sloppily, his unique temperament cannot be covered by his appearance.

When he first saw the steward, no matter how indifferently he introduced the steward, Mo had already guessed the identity of the steward through the news from the Three Kingdoms and Six Seas.

doesn't expose it, it's just that Mo Ze feels that he and the steward are just poor people trapped by love.

Except for Mo Tong, he has never done risky things in this life, including Xingtong and demons.

If it weren't for meeting Mo Tong, I'm afraid that today's Mo Ze would still be hidden behind the demons, the existence that guides the country and is leisurely in the mountains and rivers.

It's just that there is no if, Mo Tong, it is Mo Ze's love in this life, and it is also the catastrophe of his life.

Staying in the snow all year round, although Mo Ze's eyes still see the world, his heart is so narrow that he can't fit anyone else.

So much so that at the first moment when he knew that the shape boy was dead, he just stopped playing chess with his fingertips for a few seconds, and then continued to do his own thing as if nothing had happened.

Over the years, Xingtong's death has not had the slightest impact on Mo Ze.

Although Mo Ze remembered the kindness of Xingtong to save Mo Ze back then, although he was grateful, he also hated Xingtong for saving him because of selfishness, so that he did not enter reincarnation with Mo Tong at the beginning.

Under this complex emotional interweaving, although Mo Ze knows many things about Xingtong, he prefers to pretend that he doesn't know, and silently doesn't ask more.

It wasn't until today, when he saw this pavilion, that Shen Moli had a premonition that he was bound to enter the pavilion, and he felt that he could no longer avoid the problem of the shape of the child. He shifted his gaze from the pavilion to Shen Moli, as if he was guessing Shen Moli's next move.

The sword was on his neck, but Mo Ze's mind was never on the sword.

The boy was dead, but he guessed that the steward would not take his life.

For thousands of years, even if he died, he would not reveal his whereabouts. The steward saw it in his eyes and felt pain in his heart, since he was willing to do anything for Xingtong, how could he easily take the life of the man who Xingtong wanted to protect all his life?

The monstrous hatred that burst out in the steward's eyes was true, but in his love for the shape of the child, he really put down his sword as Mo Ze expected.

"You're really cold-blooded to her!" the steward whispered.