The warm moon hangs in the east.

Nanshan. Zhou Zhihuan, the antique of the Zhou Sect Master, is embedded in the cave full of night pearls.

Mo Haoqiong casually nestled in the old mahogany quadrangular chair and put a paper book on the coffee table.

"The approximate meaning of the letter is that the Hufu Villa in Hufu Mountain has changed its owner, and the heroes of the Quartet will be invited and a banquet will be held, so that some people from our Sword Valley will go to the appointment to make them increase their faces. ”

"It's strange, it's the first time I've had someone outside invite us out in so many years. Song Moyan sat lazily next to Mo Haoqiong, and Qianqian Qingsi hung on Mo Haoqiong's robe. "Besides, I've never heard of the name of this Tiger Fu Villa, let alone have something to do with Sword Valley. ”

"So whether it's going or not going. Zhou Zhihuan took a sip of tea and said gracefully.

"Go. Mo Haoqiong rubbed Song Moyan's head like a snow fox, "I'm not bored in Sword Valley, you two should go with me, have a companion." By the way, protect me, don't let me be cold outside. ”

Zhou Zhihuan was more thoughtful, "We should always prepare gifts to go to the appointment, but we don't have any silver taels......" Sect Master Zhou looked at a certain sect master who was most likely to have some money in Quanjian Valley, "That's ......"

Mo Haoqiong said helplessly: "Senior Brother Zhou, I'm really poor, so I can only bother you to go to the cliff to pick some snow lotus and other things as gifts." The appointment time is tomorrow afternoon, I don't know why the letter is sent so quickly now, I'm really sorry, I can only ask my brother to hurry up. ”

"Good. Zhou Zhihuan drank the last trace of tea, got up, and walked slowly towards the wind and snow outside the cave.

Mo Haoqiong's hand was still rubbing the little head in his arms, while the Great Sect Master Song was enjoying it comfortably.

Mo Haoqiong's left hand only barely rubbed out a spark, "Okay, Senior Sister Song, you should also prepare to go back to Beishan." ”

Song Moyan jumped up from his chair and lay on Mo Haoqiong's body, quite like a big snow fox.

"I'm going to follow you back to Xishan, and I'm not going anywhere. ”

Mo Haoqiong was embarrassed.

Looking at Song Moyan, who looked like a coquettish little girl in front of him, Mo Haoqiong had no choice but to carry this little sister behind him and go back to Xishan together.

I carried it for a long time.

Mo Haoqiong's heavy footsteps were pressed into the snow.

The wind and snow kept lapping at his body.

Occasionally, the mountain road is steep, and the road is hidden in the middle of the night, and the two people are swaying up and down.

Mo Haoqiong looked at the empty darkness in front of him, his steps were not chaotic, and he muttered secretly: "It shouldn't be, it stands to reason that it will be a little soft." ”

Song Moyan heard it clearly, her pretty face was slightly red, and she hated that she was really angry there, so she had to pretend not to hear clearly, and said to Mo Haoqiong's ear:

"What is Xiao Mo secretly talking about?"

A warm breath covered the tips of his ears.

Even though Mo Haoqiong was used to Song Moyan's naughtiness, he was still red-faced with this situation, "It's nothing, it's just strange...... It's strange why my sister's hair is so long, carrying you so high, and the long hair is about to be dragged in the snow. ”

Song Moyan was speechless.

"Xiao Mo, you don't understand, this fairy's long hair is very attractive. Remember more than forty years ago...... Hey, after so many years, only you, an incomprehensible Hanhan, will always ask me why my long hair is purple. ”

"That'...... Why?" asked Mo Haoqiong.

Song Moyan snickered, moved his face and stuffed his face into Mo Haoqiong's back coat to receive warmth.

"Hmph, I'm not going to tell you. ”

In front of a cave halfway up the West Mountain.

Tonight's wind and snow are exceptionally cold.

Mo Haoqiong's sweat was already cold and dry, and his body didn't know if he could bear it. Fortunately, the wind and snow gave him enough clarity in his head, coupled with the assistance of Song Moyan's continuous internal force, so that Song Moyan, who was able to carry his back on his back, staggered to the cave.

Mo Haoqiong looked wearily at the cave where there was still light inside. Song Moyan felt a little self-reproachful and helped his arm to go to the cave, using the warm internal force to circulate his body, so that he would not fall into the root of the disease.

There was a lonely maiden roasting a fire there. Seeing the familiar figure, he said happily:

"The Mighty ......"

Zhao Qingqiu suddenly closed his mouth.

She caught a glimpse of her little sister with long hair next to her master.

"How could Mo Haoqiong be squeezed like this by you?"

Song Moyan settled Mo Haoqiong, who was tired and already asleep, while Zhao Qingqiu said expressionlessly to Song Moyan.

Sect Master Song stroked his charming long hair, "He is your master, you can't call him by name." Also, I suspect you're doing something by saying this. To be honest, if I could, I wanted to squeeze him like this. ”

As Song Moyan spoke, he couldn't help but glance at Zhao Qingqiu's place a few times. It's much bigger than mediocre her.

"I was straightforward and quick to accidentally say something wrong, Sect Master Song wouldn't be holding on to this matter with a small belly, right? And it's normal for the apprentice to visit the master. And I suspect that Sect Master Song is also suspected of doing something. ”

Zhao Qingqiu wrapped himself in the quilt and moved to Mo Haoqiong's bed little by little.

"The master doesn't know what he did with Sect Master Song, he is so tired, so please go back to rest early so that my master can be cleaner. ”

Song Moyan also moved to Mo Haoqiong's bedside, and happened to sit opposite Zhao Qingqiu, "I'm not going anywhere, I want to take good care of him." And you, trespassing into the master's residence without permission, it's not good. Didn't Xiao Mo leave you a bamboo house, hurry up and go back to rest. ”

Both of them have bullish tempers, and they are reluctant to get out of the way, but they are afraid that the quarrel will wake up Mo Haoqiong, so they sulk from eye to eye.

It's late at night.

The wind was cold.

Sect Master Mo, whose body was already very weak, was woken up coldly.

He had a cute little head in his arms, and his long purple hair was mixed in his quilt.

To his left was Zhao Qingqiu, who was sitting and asleep wrapped in a small quilt, and several snow foxes were lying on their stomachs and leaning on her side.

Mo Haoqiong thumped his sore head and smiled helplessly.

A quarter of an hour later.

On Mo Haoqiong's small bed, Song Moyan and Zhao Qingqiu, who were sleeping to death, were stuffed in it by him, covered with coarse cloth quilts, and stuffed with those innocent snow foxes to keep her warm.

And Mo Haoqiong sat at the entrance of the cave, adding firewood to the stove one by one, and rekindling the fire that had been extinguished for a long time.

The fire is a little warm, and it warms the little cave.

Mo Haoqiong rubbed his eyes that were fighting.

The moon is lovely, and the wind and snow go quietly.

There was a crackle in the stove.

The light of the fire is the warmest heart.