The way to judge a person's luck is very simple, and that is to distinguish by the color of the aura on the top of that person's head.

The breath of ordinary people is mostly gray, the better the luck, the redder the color, and the weaker the luck, the darker the color.

Mo Ci found out the scene when Fang Yunlang saw Shen Yunge in his memories, and couldn't help but smack his tongue.

Shen Yunge's luck was so red that even the heads of those who surrounded Shen Yunge were also red.

You must know that the color of the Qingyun Sect Master's luck is only slightly lighter than the color of Zhenghong, and it is not as good as the followers around Shen Yunge.

The only thing that can compete with it is probably the deep luck on Mo Ci's head.

Mo Ci smiled coldly.

It's no wonder that the Bixin grass that I desperately picked will make wedding dresses for others, it turns out that it is because of this luck.

Heavenly darling?

Destiny villain?

Since they are all people who are particularly eye-catching in the Heavenly Dao, why are there high and low?

Heaven and earth are unkind, and all things are used as dogs.

Mo Ci doesn't believe in fate, let alone in heaven.

The heavens were going to kill her, and she rebelled against the heavens.

That's her way!

Click.

An imperceptible cracking sound sounded from Mo Ci's body.

Her expression was calm, and her eyes flashed with a hint of essence, "Three layers of qi refining, become." ”

……

The house where the miscellaneous disciples lived was located at the foot of the mountain in front of the Qingyun Sect.

When Mo Ci returned, it was getting late.

She walked back to the house where she lived in the moonlight, and at a glance she saw the futon pillows scattered in the corner, as well as some bits and pieces of daily life.

With the help of the moonlight, small gray footprints can be faintly seen all over it.

With a small face, she reached out and pushed the door.

The door does not move.

It was a lock that fell from the inside.

Mo Ci looked around, walked over to the piled firewood, and bent down to touch inside.

By the time she withdrew her hand, she had a sharp iron axe in her hand.

She swept the heavy iron axe, walked quickly to the door, and without saying a word, raised her hand to cut down with an axe.

Rumble!

Boom Boom!

In the blink of an eye, the wooden door was slashed to pieces and crumbling.

Mo Ci kicked out, and the two wooden doors creaked a few times and fell down with a bang.

"Ahh

The piercing screams stopped abruptly as Mo Ci stepped onto the threshold.

The three girls who were trembling with the quilt were startled at first when they saw Mo Ci in bloody clothes, and then the panic on their faces faded like a tide, and they all glared angrily.

The most gorgeous girl among the three lifted the futon, pointed at Mo Ci and scolded: "Mo Ci! You lunatic! What do you want! ”

Mo Ci looked at her coldly and asked, "Who threw it?" ”

"Who threw what?"

"My stuff."

A hint of weakness flashed in Ding Min's eyes, and then he shouted confidently: "I threw it, how about it!" Who told you not to come back last night and not come back to work today, we thought you died in the front mountain, so we threw your things away. ”

"It's just, it's gloomy all day long, like a ghost, and I don't know if I don't come back, how do we know if you're dead or alive!"

"Throw them all away, it's a big deal if you pick them up and wash them again, aren't you done!"

Ding Min and the three of them almost didn't give Mo Ci a chance to speak, and they began to accuse one by one.

Miscellaneous disciples lived in a house for every four people, and Mo Ci was the last to live in this house.

She is the youngest and doesn't like to talk, and the three people led by Ding Min have been hugging and squeezing her.

Mo Ci had never taken it to heart before, she preferred to be alone than in groups, and most of the time she turned a blind eye.

But now she doesn't want to let go.

"Pick it up."

Ding Min exclaimed, "Huh? We'll pick it up for you, are you dreaming? ”

"Mo Ci, according to age, we are your senior sister, you dare to let your senior sister pick up things for you, you want to die!"

"You have to pick it up yourself, and before we come back tomorrow, you have to be responsible for keeping the door in order, otherwise don't blame us for bullying the small."

Ding Min and the three of them put on a robe and stood opposite Mo Ci, looking at her with a defiant look in their eyes.

It's not a matter of a day or two that they don't like Mo Ci, and it's good to tear her face this time, just to teach her a lesson.

Mo Ci wrinkled his eyebrows and threw the axe out with a shake of his hand.

The axe slammed into the ground with a thud.

Seeing this, the three of them thought that Mo Ci was preparing to soften, and couldn't help but raise their lips and smile.

The next moment, their smiles froze on their faces at the same time.

Mo Ci stepped forward, and his small fist fell on them like a storm.

"Ahh

"Help!"

"Stop!"

“……”

Ding Min and the three of them didn't expect Mo Ci to suddenly attack, and after taking a few punches, they raised their meager spiritual power and wanted to resist.

However, at this time, they realized that Mo Ci was small, dodged quickly, and punched faster, and they couldn't even touch the corners of Mo Ci's clothes.

After a while, Ding Min and the three of them had fallen to the ground crying bitterly, begging for mercy.

"We were wrong, stop fighting, stop fighting!"

"Woo, Mo Ci, I'll wash your clothes, I apologize! I apologize! ”

"It hurts, I'm going to die......"

Although Ding Min and the three of them started a few years earlier than Mo Ci, because of their limited qualifications, they had no one to guide them, and they practiced the most basic mental methods, and their combat effectiveness was not as good as Mo Ci, who had been fighting with people since he was a child.

In addition, Mo Ci absorbed the power of the divine soul, and his physical strength increased greatly, and the three of them were not Mo Ci's opponents.

Mo Ci: "Tomorrow morning I will see the door and my bed back to normal." ”

"Yes, yes."

Ding Min and the three of them were like being amnestied, their bodies curled up in a ball, and they nodded busily.

Mo Ci walked to Ding Min's bed, lifted her sheets and bedding directly to the ground, and then sat cross-legged on her bed and began to close her eyes and vomit.

Ding Min and the three of them waited for a while, and after confirming that Mo Ci would not beat them again, they helped each other to get up from the ground and cautiously walked out of the room.

"Ding Min, what's wrong with you? Got into a fight? ”

The man from the next house poked his head out and asked.

"No, no!" Ding Min touched the wound at the corner of her mouth, and her face distorted for a moment in pain, "A few of us are having fun." ”

According to the rules of the Qingyun Sect, there are no fights between disciples.

However, this sect rule only applies to the inner disciples, and every year the outer disciples disappear without explanation.

This is also why those people dared to kill Mo Ci directly in Qianshan, and why Mo Ci did not return overnight, and Ding Min and the three of them acquiesced that Mo Ci died outside.

It is really the life and death of an outer disciple who is insignificant in this Qingyun Sect.

The outer disciples have always stepped on each other.

Even if Ding Min and the three of them were severely beaten, they didn't dare to publicize it, let alone admit it, otherwise their situation would only get worse.

However, the others are not stupid, and the screams of the three people living nearby can hear them clearly.

Unexpectedly, the skinny Mo Ci is still a ruthless character, and it seems that they will have to stay away from her in the future.

The night is dark and the wind is high.

Mo Ci sat in the house, breathing.

Outside the house, Ding Min and the three endured the pain in their bodies, washing and sewing, knocking and beating, wanting to cry without tears, so they were not desolate.