It's okay not to say this, as soon as I said that a certain bun sat on the ground and began to cry: "You are talking nonsense~!" What is called nothing, Houqing, if there is no divine heart, there will be no one, what can you do if you don't be an immortal, even if you fall into the demon world, you are still my father, my sister doesn't want us anymore, and we don't want my sister anymore. ”

"Alive...... Don't forget to don't want my sister," he hugged the man's thigh, tears in his eyes: "We go back to the God Realm, only us, we ...... Go back to my mother's ......."

Hou Qing lowered her head and looked at the crying baby, wanting to laugh, but she couldn't.

After God fell into the devil's way, he lived forever, but ...... Leaving everything aside, his dignity does not allow it.

On the day Mo Qingcheng was expelled from the Mo family, Mo Xiaomo also happened to be at the northeast base, and the master said that she had something to find the ancestor of the Mo family who had been in retreat for more than 500 years, and she didn't want to come, but it was boring to stay in Fuguang Mountain by herself.

Along the way, Mo Xiaomo listened to the man say that this ancestor of the Mo family had been in retreat for more than five hundred years, and Mo Xiaomo's mind instantly thought of Monkey King, who had been pressed in Wuzhi Mountain for five hundred years.

When she arrived at the Mo family, almost all the people in the Mo family who had status and status sat in the flower hall, and as soon as she and her master landed, they were directly invited into the flower hall by a man in a green robe who fell from the sky.

If it weren't for the fact that he heard the master say on the road that he and the ancestor of the Mo family were acquaintances, looking at this posture, it really looked like the posture of a prisoner.

Everyone present looked at the young men in ancient costumes and stood up one after another, and called out respectfully: "Ancestor." ”

Eh~This is the ancestor of the Mo family~

Forgive her for her messy brainwaves, she thought that the ancestor of the Mo family was a gray-haired old man, even if he wasn't that old, at least he had to be a middle-aged uncle!

Looking at this young brother again, Mo Xiaomo sighed deeply, didn't he say that the existence of spirits was not allowed after the founding of the country?

What the hell is wrong with this world?

……

After a circle, Mo Xiaomo felt like he was watching a TV drama or a drama, to sum up, this was really a trial, the person who was interrogated was Mo Tingcheng and a domestic maid named Aunt Zhang, Mo Tingcheng needless to say, this Aunt Zhang Mo Xiaomo is also fresh in his memory.

When I saw her, she had a shake screen effect, as if she had seen a ghost.

It turns out that this is a bloody story of a tanuki for a prince, I really don't know who the unlucky child who was exchanged out is, Mo Chengcheng is the daughter of Aunt Zhang, and the real daughter of the Mo family was secretly taken away by the old housekeeper of the family.

And this old housekeeper is Aunt Zhang's mother-in-law, that is, Mo Qingcheng's biological grandmother.

Alas~

This is day and night defense, and it is difficult to prevent thieves~

Don't steal money, steal children~

She sat on the upper seat, looking at Mo Qingcheng who was kneeling on the ground, a little surprise flashed in her eyes, she was expelled from the house by her former family, she was so calm, and her attitude was good~

However, Aunt Zhang on the side couldn't cry, and she didn't dare to cry anymore after being scolded by Mo Qingcheng.

Mo Chengcheng was cut off by her right hand that day, and now his face is really not very good, and he is pale from excessive blood loss.

It's just that she is very interested in Mo Qingcheng's intact hand, her right hand should have been cut off by herself, she just wanted to check it, and the maid guarding the door said: "Miss has arrived." ”

Miss? Could it be the real young lady of the Mo family?

The silver-haired Hou Qing smiled and took the girl's hand and wrapped it in his hand, and when he saw the person coming, Mo Xiaomo was completely stunned.

The real daughter of the Mo family is ......

As soon as Duanmu Xue entered the door, she was frightened by the silver-haired man in the seat and didn't dare to look up, and Mo Mu pulled her to recognize the elders of the Mo family and sat down below.

She glanced at herself sitting in the lower seat, and then looked at the Mo family who was asking for warmth, and the corners of her mouth twitched: "Master, I'll go to the back garden for a walk." The voice fell, his figure flashed, and he left the Mo Family Flower Hall in an instant.

The ancestor of the Mo family looked at Hou Qing: "Immortal Venerable, this ......" The girl in red does not look very old, but who can say how old the immortal cultivator is, Xianzun treats this girl very lovingly, I thought it was Xianzun's wife, but I never thought it was Xianzun's apprentice!

To have such a large garden in the dim background of the last days, in addition to material and financial resources, the most important thing should be to hold great power.

It's late autumn and chrysanthemums are blooming.

Mo Xiaomo squatted in front of the porch, pulling the petals of the golden chrysanthemum in a daze, thinking that she would cry or laugh after finding her parents, but when she really found it, she had no emotion.

As long as you're not the one you're abandoned.

There was a sound of footsteps in her ears, she looked up with a chrysanthemum, and when she saw the comer, her whole body instantly became stiff.

She wanted to say hello with a smile, but remembered that he might not know her, so she held back again.

Hou Qing stared at her carefully, the hand hidden in the cuff was clenched tightly, the wound that had just scabbed open, he put his hand behind his back casually, and before he could speak, another dark figure appeared in front of the corridor.

Mo Xiaomo got up and walked to the silver-haired Houqing's side and said, "Master, are we going back to Fuguang Mountain?" Got it done? ”

The silver-haired man raised his hand and touched the top of the girl's hair, and his pale crimson cherry lips hooked: "Yes, don't go back to Fuguang Mountain, everything is taken care of, after all, it is your family, and the wedding will be held in the Mo family." ”

The topic of marriage was brought up again, Mo Xiaomo unconsciously looked at Houqing not far away, but the man behind him disappeared at some point, and a huge sound came from the flower hall.

When he rushed over, Hou Qing was holding the woman in red and retreating, and the Heavenly Void Sword nailed Mo Qingcheng straight to the ground of the flower hall, unable to struggle.

Although Mo Qingcheng was nailed to the ground, he still glared fiercely at the girl hiding behind Hou Qing, and his voice was fierce: "Duanmu Xue!" I swore when I was dying in my last life that I would never let you go in this life! Do you think I won't recognize you if you change your body? ”

"I'm going to kill you even if I die!" As soon as the words fell, a cloud of black gas overflowed from Mo Qingcheng's body, and then slowly covered her body, and the people of the Mo family didn't know who shouted: "It's miasma~!" Everyone, hurry back! ”

Mo Xiaomo was held in his arms by the silver-haired Hou Qing, and flashed out of the flower hall in an instant.

As soon as the figure flashed out of the flower hall, the huge miasma balloon exploded, and the blue-gold enchantment floated out of the miasma, and the woman in a red dress hid in the man's arms in a panic, and there seemed to be tears coming out of the corner of her eyes.

Mrs. Mo saw that her daughter was fine, so she relieved her heart, and stepped forward with another burst of maternal love.

Everyone thought that the matter was settled, but the miasma that could disperse quickly condensed, and the ball formed by the miasma rose bigger and bigger, and finally rose into the air, and the miasma gathered and could not disperse.

A bad premonition suddenly rose in Hou Qing's heart, and before the matter was dealt with, the anti-terrorism alarm of the entire base sounded.

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