Guo Mingda's death did not make much waves in Mo Ran's heart.

Unlike Lu Haoran, who lost his direction, he thought that he could go home early.

Basking in the sun, playing in the water, teasing the barbarian demons, and occasionally forcing a few demon summoners to summon the demon king.

That's what he does.

Mo Chengzong did not care about his behavior.

Since the death of his fourth son, Zhu Guogong has been extremely reluctant to let his children enter the army.

This time, Mo Ran enlisted in the army, and he was also forced to be helpless, because the emperor wanted to see the Mo family in the blazing army, so he could only let him see it.

Mo Chengzong's biggest wish now is that his fifth son can spend his life in peace, just like the three daughters who are married to a good family.

Seeing that Zhu Guogong was so permissive to his son, the other generals in the army also turned a blind eye.

But since Mo Ran joined the army, Dugu Wuwu has always hissed to himself.

The sword soul inside the sword body seemed to want to rush out.

Mo Chengzong, who hadn't heard this kind of hissing for three years, faintly felt that something was going to happen.

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Three years ago.

Zhongzhou Yongning City.

The Zhuguo Mansion was slaughtered.

The funeral of Mo Di is being carried out.

Mo Chengzong, dressed in white, sat on a high position in the middle hall with a solemn expression.

Next to him was Mrs. Mo, who was already crying without tears.

Officials of all sizes who came to offer condolences clasped their fists one after another.

The coffin in the mourning hall is gorgeous and heavy, but there is only invincible clothes inside.

The silence of the funeral was broken by a young man's shout.

"Where's my brother?! ——”

Mo Chengzong was shocked: "Why did he come back?" ”

Then there was the noise of the servants in the mourning hall: "Fifth son, don't do it, don't do it!" ”

The boy's voice came again: "I want to see my brother for the last time, can't I?!" ”

Mo Chengzong and the woman walked quickly to the mourning hall, just in time to see the coffin of the coffin being lifted by a young man.

"Presumptuous!"

Mo Chengzong shouted violently, but he did not slow down the young man's movements.

Until the coffin was propped open, the young man immediately stopped: "Where is my brother?" How can there only be clothes? ”

Mrs. Mo covered her tears with a handkerchief: "Mo Ran, your brother ...... He was dismissed. ”

Immediately explained how the enemy was able to solve the army.

Mo Ran looked at his father angrily: "Why didn't you tell me the first time?!" ”

Mo Chengzong's eyes dodged: "I'm afraid of delaying your cultivation in Xuantian Sect." ”

Mo Ran naturally didn't listen to the explanation: "If it weren't for my friends in the sect telling me about this, it is estimated that I would have been kept in the dark by the time my brother entered the earth." ”

Mrs. Mo wiped her tears and said, "Actually, your father is worried about you......"

Her exact words were that your father was worried that you were at the time of breaking the realm, and that he would be disturbed by your brother's death, so he would go mad.

But before he finished speaking, he was stopped by Mo Chengzong.

Mo Chengzong closed the coffin again, and his tone was solemn: "Then is it right for you to make such a big fuss in the mourning hall?" ”

Mo Ran replied angrily: "Mo Zhuguo, your son died for you, loyal to the country, satisfied?" ”

Mo Chengzong was so excited by his son's words that his blood surged, and his palm was raised high against Mo Ran's face, almost fanning it down.

Mo Ran held his head high, and the golden soul qi on his body surged, and it was actually a Mao-level soul qi.

Seeing his son's soul energy ready to take over, he was angry and happy.

It's angry that this five sons are still so ignorant of the sky.

Happily, although this kid is only fifteen years old, his cultivation level has reached the Mao level.

Under this anger and joy, Mo Chengzong's raised palm slowly fell.

At this moment, he heard a hissing sound coming from the mourning hall.

It was the hissing of the sword soul.

Mo Chengzong followed the prestige and found that the Dugu Undefeated on the Spirit Hall Sword Pavilion was trembling slightly.

He quietly walked to Dugu Undefeated, held the sword body with his hand, and looked at Mo Ran: "The dead are great, you don't have to make noise here, everything will wait for your brother to settle down." ”

Where is Mo Ran willing to follow: "Mo Zhuguo, aren't you going to beat me?" Come on! Hit! Beat me to death! Beat me to death and no one will give you the end! ”

As soon as these words came out, Mo Chengzong's anger was difficult to restrain anymore.

He picked up Dugu Undefeated with one hand, and struck a palm at the broad sword body, and the heavy sword immediately slapped towards Mo Ran at a fast speed.

Because of the suddenness of the incident, Mo Ran had not yet urged his soul qi to defend himself, so he was slapped squarely by the generous sword body.

The majestic palm power on the sword body was firmly transmitted to Mo Ran's body, and he took his strength back a few feet.

Mo Ran's right leg struggled, and the floor tiles shattered, only to stop retreating, and the corners of his mouth were already oozing blood.

As soon as Mo Ran stood firm, Mo Chengzong pointed at Mo Ran with a lonely and undefeated sword.

"Someone! Tie it up and throw it into the prison! ”

When Mrs. Mo heard that she was going to be thrown into the prison, she was shocked, and hurriedly stepped forward to stop her: "Just lock it up at home, why do you want to go to the prison?" ”

Mo Chengzong looked at Mo Ran's eyes that were almost about to breathe fire: "Now only the heavenly prison can lock him up." ”

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A day later.

Inside the prison.

Mrs. Mo walked in the cold and damp prison, listening to the foul language spoken by the prisoners from time to time, and the guilt for her son became stronger and stronger.

"You didn't snub my son yesterday, did you?" Mrs. Mo asked the head of the prison who led the way.

The head of the Heavenly Prison replied with a smile: "Mrs. Zhuguo can rest assured, the prince has not committed any crimes, but Zhuguo has borrowed me here to punish and admonish, so naturally he does not dare to slack off." ”

Mrs. Mo sighed lightly: "That's good, there is Lord Lao Deng." ”

Mr. Deng said: "It's okay, it's almost here, the compartment chosen by the humble post for the prince is the best position to get the sun." ”

When she arrived at the cubicle where Mo Ran was kept, Mrs. Mo saw what it meant to bask in the sun.

It's one more space than the usual prison window.

Mo Ran in the cubicle sat on the square table, looking up at the window.

Not much sunlight shone on his messy forehead.

Seeing this scene, two lines of tears rolled out of Mrs. Mo's eyes.

Mr. Deng retired with interest, leaving the mother and son.

Looking at the leftover chicken thighs and beef on the table, Mrs. Mo felt a little relieved.

"Mother, why are you here?" Mo Ran, who noticed Mrs. Mo, walked to the fence and spoke in a gentle tone.

Mrs. Mo wiped her tears and held her son's hands: "Mo Ran, are you used to living here?" ”

"As long as you don't see Mo Chengzong, you can get used to it." Mo Ran pouted and replied.

Mrs. Mo's tone was angry: "You can't call your name like this, he is your father." ”

"What about Daddy?" Mo Ran broke free of his mother's hand, "Dad will ignore it when his son has a plague?" Will the father throw his five-year-old son to Xuantian Sect and ignore it from now on? Dad will not have a word of encouragement when his son succeeds in breaking through the realm? ”

Mrs. Mo waved her hand again and again: "Mo Ran! You're wrong about your dad! Actually, your father ......."

At this point, she didn't continue, just kept repeating, "That's not the case...... It's not like that......"

Mo Ran looked at his mother's tearful eyes, and his heart softened: "That's what, my mother told me that it is." ”

Mrs. Mo grabbed her son's hands again: "You are still young, and when you perform the crown salute in the future, I will naturally tell you." ”

"Why after the crown?" Mo Ran wrenched his fingers, "That's still three years." ”

Mrs. Mo did not respond, but took out many pastries from the lunch box.

Seeing her son gobbling up, Mrs. Mo fell into deep thought.

Three days later, Mo Ran left the prison.

A year later, Mrs. Mo fell ill with lung disease and died of serious illness.

Three years later, Mo Ran enlisted in the Demon Division.

Although his mother has passed away, the covenant with her crown has always lingered in Mo Ran's heart.

The crown ceremony is approaching, and Mo Ran secretly swears that he must know the truth about his father's affection for him.

But before that, he wanted to see what the courtyard where Guo Mingda was locked up looked like.

Looking at Lu Haoran, who was squirming in front of him, Mo Ran slammed Dugu Wudefeated in front of him: "Don't be verbose, pour it on." ”

Seeing that the orange soul qi gradually covered the sword body, Mo Ran said in his heart: "It turns out that this kid is also a Chen Rank, it seems that when he sneaked up on him before, he hid his strength." Oh, interesting! ”

When the sword body was full of soul energy, Mo Ran slowly walked towards the black gate that was ten zhang high.

Dugu Undefeated was picked up by him with one hand and inserted towards the huge keyhole in the center of the door.

As the blade rotated clockwise, the sound of a snapping sound came from inside the heavy gate.

After a loud snap, the door opened with a muffled sound.

The Crimson Twins glanced at each other and walked side by side behind the door.

This is the first collaboration between the Chiqing Twins.

From then on, the name of the Red and Green Twins will resound all over the world.