"What kind of [price] will his body have?" Shen Yu glanced at Mo Qingchu, who was unconscious.

Immediately afterward, she felt her back start to itch a little.

So, she habitually raised her hand and scratched it, from her neck all the way to her upright buttocks.

Feng Yun looked at Shen Yu's movements, and immediately worried: "Senior sister, you ......."

Shen Yu smiled and said, "No, Senior Sister, I'm just scratching habitually, and my [price] hasn't reached the time for a seizure yet." ”

Hearing this, Feng Yun nodded, and breathed a long sigh of relief.

They were already second-order cultivators, and they had long been accustomed to the [price] on their bodies.

But they have never been able to do it, ignoring the people they care about, and showing the [price] on them.

I will still be worried, and I will still be distressed.

Shen Yu looked at Feng Yun and said, "Senior Sister Feng, what kind of [price] do you say Mo Qingchu will be?" ”

After the path of cultivation of the human body is opened, sooner or later, the [price] will be reflected in the physical body.

In general, there are two types of costs.

One is to recur once in a while, which will torment you, and Shen Yu is like this.

One is permanent, such as the [Medicine King Li Tianshu] who created the [Medicated Bath], his legs quickly atrophied and became a cripple in a wheelchair.

Moreover, [the price] cannot be recovered.

No matter how high your realm is, or how powerful the elixir or natural treasure you take, it will not work.

In Shen Yu's opinion, Mo Qingchu brought back the [Mozong] by himself.

That is: he is my man!

The round-faced girl sincerely hopes that the severity of the [price] of this future junior brother can be a little smaller.

"But ah, it's up to each individual."

Shen Yu felt that Mo Qingchu was not very lucky.

"He is tantamount to being targeted by the evil cultivator of [Taishang Forgetful Dao]."

"The other party probably wants to kill him in his dreams."

"And it still occupies his brother's body, and uses his brother's hand to kill him!"

……..

……..

Mo Qingchu, who was unconscious, had a long, long dream.

It wasn't so much a dream as it was that he experienced another fusion of memories.

As soon as he crossed over, his forehead was touched by the black mist-like evil spirit, and he passed out.

In the process of passing out, the two souls began to merge, and the two memories began to merge.

On Earth, many of his childhood memories have long been forgotten, but now he remembers them clearly.

Mo Qingchu in the dust world, the bits and pieces of his life, have also become vivid.

This kind of experience actually happened again, but he didn't resist too much.

Because there are always some memories that are good.

And some people ...... It can only exist in memory.

He "saw" the mother of this body again.

The maid who worked in a big family for a while, and knew the woman who wrote Braille.

Mo Qingchu's name was chosen by her.

Mo Qingchu, Mo is clear.

——Life in the world, it is rare to be confused.

This is a woman's expectation for her child, hoping that he will not be too attached to anything and not live too hard.

Compared to her mother in that life on earth, she can be said to be two extremes.

Mo Qingchu on Earth is actually an illegitimate child.

His birth was nothing more than a means for that woman.

She knows that people will get old, and the freshness will fade, no matter how much she changes her tricks, there will always be a day when she gets tired of playing.

Only by having the flesh and blood of the other party can you always have no worries about food and clothing.

She gave birth to him so that she could have a living allowance and child support in her bank card every month.

It is true that the man has never treated the mother and son badly in terms of money.

But that's about it.

As a so-called wild species, his growth experience along the way can be imagined.

When filling in the contact information of parents in the school, he didn't know how to fill in the father's column, and he didn't dare to leave his mobile phone number.

He was also quite numb in life, and later became obsessed with extreme sports.

At first, he deliberately played with these to get his mother's attention and to see her worry about his safety.

Indeed, she was worried, very worried.

But he later found out that it was because he was a "meal ticket", and if he really died one day, the money that came to his bank card every month might not be available again.

"Why the hell didn't I get shot at the wall?" He often thinks so.

At this moment, in this semi-chaotic and semi-sober state, he was very "greedily" "watching" the memories of Mo Qingchu in the dust world.

He saw the winter of that year again, the winter of many years ago.

For some reason, the winter of that year was particularly cold.

It's not even the cold winter wax moon, and there is a biting cold.

Thick clothes alone were not enough, and the woman began to sew hats for her two sons to protect them from the cold.

She made a tiger head hat, which even covered her ears to prevent frostbite.

At the same time, it also carries a beautiful meaning.

It's just that the woman's hands are not very skillful. She wanted to make two identical tiger hats, but as a result, the two hats could not be said to be exactly the same, only to be irrelevant.

When it was done, the woman let the brothers pick it themselves.

At that time, Mo Shuli, who was still young, had already begun to show symptoms of eye disease, and he was getting more and more unable to see clearly, but it was far from the point of blindness in the back.

In the end, Xiao Mo Qingchu prefers the tiger head hat with crooked ears, and Xiao Mo Shuli prefers the crooked nose.

When the two little ones were dressed up and the woman was ready to take them out, little Mo Shuli changed his mind and wanted the top on his brother's head.

Children are always like this, changing and changing.

Sometimes, I always feel that other people's things are better than my own.

He started crying and wanted to change things with his brother.

Children actually know very well that the trick of crying works very well - children who can cry have candy to eat.

Seeing that his younger brother was so sad, Xiao Mo Qingchu immediately said to the woman: "Exchange, I will exchange with my brother." ”

But the woman didn't agree, but squatted down and blamed Xiao Mo Shuli.

This made Xiao Mo Shuli cry even louder.

Xiao Mo Qingchu lowered his head, also a little overwhelmed.

The woman came over and comforted him, "My mother wants you to give this hat to your brother, because you really don't like this tiger hat, and then you agreed to give it to him." ”

"It's not that you like this one too, because you gave it to him because he cried."

"Never grieve yourself, okay?"

Xiao Mo Qingchu's two little hands were entwined, and he said a little puzzled: "But, I'm my brother......."

"It's okay." The woman stretched out her palm and gently touched the child's head.

For little Mo Qingchu, he has only seen his mother cry once, that is, Lang Zhong told his mother that his brother's eyes may not be better.

That day, after my younger brother fell asleep, my mother blocked her whole face and said silently: "The book is ...... I'm sorry for Shuli, but my mother couldn't give you a good body when she gave birth to you. ”

Little Mo Qingchu actually felt very sorry for his younger brother.

The woman may have guessed something, tidied up the tiger head hat on the child's head, and said softly: "Qing Chu, Shuli is indeed different from other children, you have to take care of him, you are an elder brother, so many times, you may have to protect him." ”

"But the premise is that you also have to protect yourself and don't treat yourself badly."

"Hmm!" The tiger-headed boy nodded vigorously.

That day, they went to the market together.

It is said that crying children have candy to eat.

But sensible children should eat that piece of candy even more.

In the bazaar, the woman also specially bought a small piece of cake for Xiao Mo Qingchu.

It's hot, it's so fragrant.

Above the spirit crow, Shen Yu suddenly said: "It's going to be [Mo Sect] soon, hey, Senior Sister Feng, you see that he is unconscious and smacking his lips!" Huh? Why are you still in tears. ”

"What did you dream about, it was so delicious that you cried?" The round-faced girl is puzzling.