Mo Jiyu didn't know how long she had been in the snowy mountain, and she was engrossed in writing something on the paper at this time.

Most of her hair was white, except for a piece of ink, which was still pitch black, and she suddenly paused in her writing, and raised her hand to wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth.

I don't know that I have failed many times, but there is still no trace left on this piece of paper.

She put down the pen gently, picked up the transparent lotus hairpin in the corner of the desk, coiled her hair, and went to the makeshift kitchen here to make herself a simple bowl of noodles to cope with the problem.

The dog son suddenly popped up: Lord, how is your body?

Mo Jiyu: It's okay, it's just a little slow to recover.

Dog Son: That's good, I actually have a small request.

Mo Jiyu: Say.

Dog Son: Here's a meet-and-greet for me similar to yours, and I'm invited to the book signing.

Mo Jiyu: Do you want to go?

Dog Son: I want to!

Mo Jiyu: Okay then.

Dog Son: I will always love the Lord!

Mo Jiyu ate, cleaned up briefly, and prepared to walk out of this snowy mountain and go to the place where the signing meeting was held.

It was rare for a snow to fall in the snow mountain, and Mo Jiyu held an oil-paper umbrella and walked out of the snow mountain.

A biting snow wind blew, and she couldn't help but wrap her cloak tightly and step out of the snowy mountain step by step.

"I'll carry you out of this snowy mountain. The man's voice seemed to be still in his ears, and his fingertips could still feel his residual tenderness, Mo Jiyu lowered his eyes and chuckled.

At the pass of the snow-capped mountain, a tall man in a black robe stood at the pass, he raised his eyes to look at the snow-capped mountain that was snowing, and wanted to stretch out his hand to feel the biting cold wind, but finally lowered his hand, pinched the law and left the snowy mountain.

At this time, Mo Jiyu just walked out of the snowy mountain, she took back the oil-paper umbrella, took out the ice condensation sword that had been useless for a long time, stepped on it, and went to the town where the signing meeting was held.

Mo Jiyu dropped the flying sword, she had disappeared in the immortal cultivation world for almost three years, and now she was afraid that no one would be able to recognize her like this, and she didn't wear anything to cover her face, so she walked in the crowd like this.

Those people looked at her very strangely, and there was a hint of disgust in their eyes, Mo Jiyu was stunned for a moment, and finally remembered that his face and most of his white hair must be as terrifying and ugly as hellish ghosts.

She also felt that it didn't matter, and originally planned to buy a bunch of sugar gourds, but the vendor who bought the sugar gourds turned pale with fright, handed her a bunch of sugar gourds, and ran away.

Mo Jiyu was holding the string of sugar gourds, and when she was about to take a bite, she saw Yan Gexing standing there, talking to a woman she didn't know, and a smile appeared on her face.

The sugar gourd in her hand suddenly lost its taste, and she casually handed the sugar gourd to a little beggar next to her, turned around and left.

And at this time, someone grabbed her hand, her heart beat hard, and when she turned around, it was Su Ye with an anxious face.

"Why didn't you say goodbye, didn't you look down on our Divine Purlody Pavilion's medical skills?" Su Ye didn't let go of her hand, just clenched it tightly.

"I didn't. Mo Jiyu was very surprised when she saw Su Ye, she pushed Su Ye's hand hard but didn't push it.

"Then why is most of your hair white?" he said angrily, and he also checked her pulse, "This pulse is also weak, do you think that you can toss casually with your innate ice spirit body?"

"I didn't. She whispered.

At this time, Yan Gexing suddenly appeared in her field of vision, and he was accompanied by a beautiful and moving woman from the perspective of this world.

He walked over step by step, as if stepping on her heart step by step, and finally he stopped, looked at Mo Jiyu, who looked extremely desolate now, and said with a chuckle: "I haven't seen you for a few years, and I don't know that Elder Mo of the dignified Cangyun Sect has fallen to such a point. ”

Mo Jiyu was just silent, and didn't even raise his eyes to look at Yan Gexing who was standing aside.

Yan Gexing looked at her wearing a purple robe, her pale skin looked a little sickly, and half a hundred hairs were scattered like that, but she could see the long eyelashes on the side of her face and the tip of her beautiful nose.

"But even if Elder Mo looks so down, he is deeply liked by these men, isn't he?" Yan Gexing only felt that he was firmly controlled by jealousy, and the words he said were extremely hurtful.

Mo Jiyu finally looked up at him this time, his eyes were only indifferent, and he could no longer find the warm light of the past.

"Now that you know what kind of person I am, it won't get in your way. She said coldly, "Presumably this girl next to you must be in a hurry, so I won't bother you here." ”

Su Ye was very angry, grabbed Mo Jiyu's wrist and didn't let her leave, he looked at Yan Gexing angrily, and his tone was very dissatisfied: "I don't know who this monk is from Ji Yu?

Yan Gexing stared at Su Ye's hand holding Mo Jiyu's wrist, he had the urge to kill by the too kind 'Jiyu'.

Who am I? Do you dare to ask who I am? He clenched his hands angrily, he gritted his teeth and said, "Then who doesn't know that this monk is Elder Mo?"

Su Ye hooked his lips and smiled: "I am Su Ye, the young pavilion master of the Divine Comedy Pavilion, and I am also the future Taoist companion of Ji Yu. ”

Mo Jiyu frowned slightly, thinking of what was going to happen later, so he didn't refute it.

And Yan Gexing saw that Mo Jiyu didn't speak, so he acquiesced to this being the truth, he stared at her deadly, it turned out that I had always been a joke.

It was and still is.

"Then I wish Elder Mo and the Young Pavilion Master a long life. He dropped a sentence and walked away, and slammed Mo Jiyu's shoulder hard, knocking the person back several steps.

The familiar smell of blood came from her throat, Mo Jiyu broke free of Su Ye's hand holding her, forcibly pressed down the mouthful of blood, and said to Su Ye: "Thank you very much for the young pavilion master's relief today, but I still have something to do, so I left first." ”

Su Ye also wanted to take her back to the Divine Comedy Pavilion to continue treatment, but Mo Jiyu disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Mo Jiyu supported her body with her arms against a wall, her hand covered her mouth and coughed violently a few times, blood kept coughing out of her mouth, and blood continued to drip from her fingers.

She took out a handkerchief from the bracelet and wiped the blood from her mouth and hands, and gasped hard against her back against the wall.

Her hair turned gray unconsciously, and she leaned against the wall unconsciously, staring at the blue sky, closing her eyes, but not waiting for the warm light of the sun to fall on her face.