"My mother is competing for favor with me, my father doesn't care about anyone except the queen and Mo Qingcheng, I only have you, why! Why be so stupid! ”

Mo Yunyun hugged the man while crying and holding a handkerchief, carefully wiping the man's angular face, thick eyebrows, and high nose bridge.

'Mo Yunyun, you should be glad that you have a good shadow guard, if it weren't for him, you would be able to see the Lord God of Canglan today, and also, before you don't have the corresponding strength, you will die, but don't affect others. ’

Mo Chengcheng was right, but she didn't admit it.

Why is it that she is smaller than her, she can be arrogant to her, and she can get everything she wants......

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When Mo Li returned to Liyuan with the woman in his arms, it was the second day, and the morning light was foggy.

The three children have been cleaned up, wearing the white and blue sect clothes of the Liuyun Sect, which are white and clean, but pleasing to the eye.

Mo Li cleaned up the woman, sat in the house for less than half a moment, and then dodged and fell to the roof, the shadow guard of the Canglan royal family, there is only one chance in his life to be able to get out of the cold shadow guard camp who only knows how to carry out tasks.

That opportunity is the Selection.

Before 1293 died, Mo Li understood why the shadow guard had to stick to his heart and protect the Lord loyally.

If you can't keep your heart, you will suffer the pain of piercing your heart, and if you don't regret it, you will be **** serious, and finally die of heart-devouring.

Eat your heart and die...... What?

If you fall in love with someone, you will feel the same way. ’

'I'm in love with the third princess, what about you?' ’

How can the shadow guard love and fall in love with someone, and that person happens to be the master he has to serve for the rest of his life.

Mo Li sat on the roof for a night and a night until the early morning of the third day.

The petals of the pear blossoms that fell from the pear tree had already accumulated a thick layer, and from a distance they looked like they were covered with a layer of snow.

A woman in a scarlet dress, standing barefoot in the courtyard, her long untied hair was swaying to the ground, like fine ink satin, Xu noticed that he was looking at her, so she yawned and turned around, raised her head and covered her eyes with her hands and said with a smile: "Ah Li, comb my hair." ”

He was stunned, jumped off the roof, picked up the woman and put her on the soft couch aside, warmed the woman's feet with spiritual power, and put on her shoes.

That's when he started to tie the woman's hair.

The final of the Dan Dao Competition will be held tomorrow, but Mo Xiaomo doesn't plan to participate, for some reason, she always has a bad premonition.

As soon as Mo Li tied her hair, she began to refine the pills needed by the head of the Dan Sect.

When the refining reached fifty percent, the clear sky was covered with dark clouds.

At the time of eighty, the purple thunder that fell from the dome fell into her danding without a trace, and a few traces of cold sweat flowed from her forehead, what kind of pill did this dead old man let her refine, why is it so evil?

This black-purple cloud is obviously not an auspicious cloud for the monk's promotion, a natural vision, either a demon suddenly born or a strange treasure appeared, and the monks from all walks of life who heard the sound gathered outside the door of the pear garden, wanting to find out.

However, not everyone can enter the Pear Garden, and this is a separate courtyard that only the distinguished guests of Danzong can stay in.

Coupled with the barrier that I don't know who set up, I can't hear a single sound in the courtyard, let alone want to spy on something.

When Dancheng was completed, a powerful vortex of spiritual power appeared in the sky above Liyuan, and the speed of rotation seemed to absorb all the spiritual power.

Mo Li hugged the sweaty princess, frowned and said, "Princess, is there anything?" ”

"It's okay, I'm just a little hungry." Mo Xiaomo waved his hand, wiped the sweat on his forehead with Mo Li's sleeve, and packed the nine pills in the air with purple and silver glowing pills separately, one for the old man of Danzong, and the rest might be useful when put away.