"Uncle Mo, I also want to cultivate immortals, is that okay?" Shen Mengqiu looked at Mo Zhizhi, he also wanted to go to the Little Heavenly Dao Academy, so that he could continue to be with Mo Yun.

Yes, in order to chase (escape) and find (escape) the immortal (marriage) Dao (marriage), Mo Yun has now embarked on the road to the Wangcheng Xiaotian Dao Realm, if he does not abduct that Chen Shu back to be his daughter-in-law, then he has to obediently stay in Jianoumen and marry Shen Mengqiu.

After thinking about it again, Mo Yun still decided to go to Wangcheng, not only to get rid of the trouble of getting married, but also to find an opportunity to become an immortal, the more important reason is actually that Mo Yun wants to meet the woman who is very similar to her, if it is really her, this is undoubtedly a foreign country and her hometown, and it is good to have a companion.

Looking at Shen Mengqiu's longing eyes, Mo Zhizhi recalled his father at the beginning, and he couldn't bear her to bear the pain of that cultivation, so he made up a lie.

"Mengqiu, minors can't cultivate immortals, I'm talking about it when you grow up. ”

In fact, Mo's father and mother were also very sorry for their son to make this decision, he knew that Mo Yun was telling them with practical actions that he would indeed not marry Shen Mengqiu as his wife, and for this reason, he would rather pursue the legendary Tianjiao on the Qingxiu list.

But Shen Mengqiu was bent on Mo Yun, as if Mo Yun would not marry, hearing Mo's father's answer, Shen Mengqiu was looking forward to growing up day by day and becoming an adult, so that he could embark on the immortal road like Mo Yun's brother, and imagined the life of a fairy couple at that time, and the little girl had a faint smile on the corner of her mouth.

Father Mo and Mother Mo didn't expect that on the day the little girl became an adult, she was picked up by a strong man from the middle plane, claiming to be entrusted by Mengqiu's mother's family to pick up Shen Mengqiu's return to the clan!

At this time, Mo Yun, who was waiting for the carriage to go to Wangcheng in the town near Jian'oumen, was still eating post noodles.

The nearby residents looked at Mo Yun with a dignified appearance, dressed extraordinarily, and the piece of high-grade jade pendant hanging around his waist highlighted his status as expensive, with a trace of heroism between his eyebrows, and the women who came and went couldn't help but linger for a while, but it brought a lot of business to the noodle restaurant.

At this moment, a bold girl stepped forward and saluted.

The voice is melodious.

"This son, the little woman wants to eat at the same table, I don't know if it's okay. ”

Seeing that this girl took the initiative to come to the door, Mo Yun did not refuse, and he didn't suffer a loss when he posted it, looking at the beauty, maybe he could prolong his life.

"Okay, sit here. With that, Mo Yun also crossed one leg and put it on the bench.

Seeing Mo Yun's rude behavior, the woman frowned slightly, but did not change the table.

"Childe is really a man of temperament. ”

Following the woman's eyes, Mo Yun immediately realized his current identity, he was not the poor sour boy on the earth before, but now he was a young master, so he had to behave in line with this handsome and dashing face.

So Mo Yun smiled awkwardly.

"I'm sorry. ”

The woman nodded and chuckled, indicating that it was okay.

After a while, under Mo Yun's rude eating appearance, a bowl of noodles quickly bottomed out, leaving copper coins, Mo Yun was about to get into the carriage and set off, but was stopped by the woman.

"Childe is going to travel far away?"

Mo Yun was vigilant in his heart.

"That's right. ”

"Great, the little girl also wants to go out to practice, can she go with her son?"

If something goes wrong, there must be a demon!

Don't look at Mo Yun is only eighteen years old at this time, adding up to his appearance gives people the feeling of a jade-faced child, in fact, his actual age is more than twenty, and he has initially experienced the beating of society, so he naturally knows a little bit of survival.

"You want to come with me?"

The woman's face was slightly red.

"Hmm. Whispered answer.

At this time, Mo Yun quietly looked at the girl.

A pair of big eyes with a sense of bewitching affection, as if they can speak, with a flattering flow, the corners of the ruddy mouth are slightly raised, people can't help but kiss Fangze, under its slender jade neck, the red skirt covers the body, half covered and half covered, full and ready to come out, the waist is tied to the waist, it is not enough to hold it, a pair of well-proportioned legs are hidden in the skirt, and a long sword is obliquely lifted in the hand, giving people a feeling of charm and dust, causing mortals to desperately want to conquer but dare not act rashly.

But how can he Mo Yun be that kind of ordinary man.

He Mo Yun didn't dare to conquer it, but he only dared to use evil thoughts, and now that the beauty is sent to the door, he will not take advantage of the bastard.

Then Mo Yun looked at her with a smile and said.

"Yes, come up. ”

In this way, Mo Yun shared a carriage with the woman and drove away from the town with the convoy.

Along the way, the woman seemed to be ashamed to speak, and never took the initiative to talk, Mo Yun saw this, so he took the initiative to find the topic, I paid the fare, I can't let you go away in vain, then you can't die.

"My name is Mo Yun, what's your name. Mo Yun asked suddenly.

The woman is still that shy.

"The little woman is called Si Ningdong. ”

"What's your specialty?" Mo Yun crossed Erlang's legs, and his shoes were half-hung on his toes.

"Huh?!"

Si Ningdong didn't expect Mo Yun to ask like this, so he didn't answer for a while.

"The little woman is not talented, and she has no one or two specialties. ”

"En?" Mo Yun frowned, this little lady is really here to rub the car?

So he asked again.

"What will you do if you play and sing, give the master a song, and you will be rewarded for singing!"

Hearing this, there was no reply, Si Ningdong just buried his head lower, and his body trembled slightly.

"You're not going to be cold, are you, why don't you pull up the clothes on your chest a little bit?"

He was still muttering: "In these years, everyone has it, and he has thick skin!"

Then he stopped talking to her, and thought it was a good deed.

Boom Boom!!

Suddenly, the carriage, which was moving steadily forward, suddenly shook and stopped, and the unsuspecting Mo Yun threw himself on top of a ball of incense.

Sensing that there was a person pressing under him, and it was a woman, Mo Yun immediately got up and apologized.

"I'm sorry, that, I didn't mean to. ”

Then the door of the carriage was pulled open, and a man with a scarred face and a chain of knives spoke inside.

"Boss, it's under control. ”

Of course, he didn't say it to Mo Yun, and the person who answered was naturally not Mo Yun.

I heard the sound of Suo Suo sorting his clothes, and the man looked along, but immediately lowered his head.

"Chief, I... I'll go and deal with the rest with the brothers first. ”

After saying that, he retreated.

In the carriage, after the woman was tidied up, she looked at Mo Yun with cold eyes and anger, without the previous charm and weakness, and now she even had a trace of coldness.

Being stared at like this, thinking of the gangster-like man just now, Mo Yun shrank in the corner and trembled, where did he not understand, this is a bandit robbing!

The woman slowly came to Mo Yun's side, leaned down, lifted the hem of her skirt, and exposed her white thighs.

The surroundings were quiet, and only the sound of Mo Yun swallowing saliva could be heard.

The woman pulled out the dagger tied to her thigh and pressed it against Mo Yun's neck, with murderous intent in her eyes.

I only heard his lips rise slightly:

"Say it. ”

"What's your specialty?"

"There's a reward for speaking out. ”

"I don't want you to die!!"

(PS: To a handsome handsome book friend, believe me, I wrote the protagonist with reference to your appearance to depict, but the little brother is really limited in writing, only one percent of everyone's handsomeness, right eight!)