Lan Wenyu's eyes widened, what do you mean, can't even the little sister-in-law say much?

"What are you thinking about again?" Mo Sang was too familiar with his malicious eyes.

Lan Wenyu squeezed her eyebrows and said, "Is it possible, you and her..."

"Shut up!" Mo Sang said sharply, and then walked in the direction where Qing Huan was.

Seeing Qing Huan's probe probing his brain, he asked, "What are you looking for?"

Qing Huan is looking for that An Huan, it's strange, why is he so good at kung fu, he disappeared, where did he hide?

Hearing Mo Sang's voice, Qing Huan was first startled, and then couldn't suppress his joy, and his face was full of happiness.

"Mo Sang!" I haven't seen you for a long time, and I miss it very much. Qing Huan was embarrassed to say the rest of the words, because this miss is not a greeting, but a really, really missed.

Mo Sang's eyes were also dyed with a smile: "What do you call me?"

"Ahh Qing Huan was a little reluctant, he was no longer in Zhongnan Mountain, did he still call him like that? Uncle Junior. ”

"Alright, you can call it whatever you want. Mo Sang was teasing her, and she didn't know why there were always so many smart expressions on the little girl's face.

"Mosan. "Since that's the case, Qing Huan definitely wants to call him Mosang, what's the matter with Uncle Xiaoshi, she doesn't like it.

"Laugh at something. Mo Sang wanted to pinch her soft face, but her fingers moved, but she still held back.

Qing Huan has never disappeared since he saw Mo Sang, and now there is no such ghost king mischievous, and he is even more smiling like a flower. "If you are happy, you naturally want to laugh, but if you are not happy, you will cry. ”

Although the jackdaw ghost king ran away, there was more than one troublemaker, Lan Wenyu walked from behind Mo Sang and greeted Qing Huan, warm and easy-going, just a self-cooked: "You are Qing Huan." He tried his best to ignore Mo Sang's eyes.

Qing Huan nodded, stretched out his right hand and said, "Hello, I'm Qing Huan." "She'd seen this person before, and she thought he was a friend of Mo Sang.

Lan Wenyu immediately shook it, and the dragonfly clicked the water and let it go, the scale was particularly well grasped, and said flatteringly: "Lan Wenyu is my name, I think I should be older than Miss Qinghuan in the next year, you might as well call me Brother Wenyu, and it also fulfills my wish to have a sister." ”

Qing Huan sneered, and said with kindness: "Brother Wen Yu." "This guy is really interesting.

"Hey. Lan Wenyu agreed very simply, "Sister Qinghuan, you look so good when you smile." ”

What kind of person is Lan Wenyu, a prodigal son in love, who has been crawling and rolling for many years, and can be described as an experienced man.

"Sister Qinghuan, how did you get here?"

......

Lan Wenyu is a sister of Qinghuan, Qinghuan is also the brother of Wenyu who keeps talking, to say that both of them are straightforward temperaments, especially Qinghuan, they don't think much about it at all.

However, Lan Wenyu was a little deliberate, he deliberately didn't look at Mo Sang's face that turned black in an instant, and deliberately expressed his closeness to Qing Huan, it was rare to have such an opportunity to play Mo Sang, he didn't want to grasp it?

Xu really couldn't stand Lan Wenyu pestering her, Mo Sang gave Qing Huan a look, and Qing Huan came to Mo Sang in a hurry.

Lan Wenyu didn't hold back, and burst out laughing, how could this be like... Mo Sang raised a spirit pet.

Qing Huan turned around: "Brother Wen Yu, what are you laughing at?"

Before Lan Wenyu could reply, Mo Sang's finger touched Qing Huan's forehead, turned her head, and said in a deep voice, "I'll ask." ”

actually highlights some domineering temperament, such a Mo Sang, Lan Wenyu gossip with relish.

"What do you ask?" Qing Huan reacted after speaking, shook his fan, and said coolly: "My journey can be described as thrilling, it's a long story, let's talk about it slowly." ”

Mo Sangben's black face was angry from nowhere, and he was amused by her like this, and he put a heavy forehead on Qinghuan's forehead, and said, "Little girl, I haven't seen you for so long, but I've grown up." ”

There was another "poof" sound behind him.

Qing Huan looked back helplessly: "Brother Wen Yu, what are you laughing at?!"

Lan Wenyu waved his hand again and again, denying: "I didn't laugh, I didn't laugh, I definitely didn't laugh." He really couldn't laugh anymore, otherwise Mo Sang would have to crush him to pieces.

Qing Huan ignored him, suddenly thought of something, hugged his arms, and pretended to be angry: "Speaking of which, Mosang, do you know that my fifth birthday has passed!" The implication was that he didn't say anything.

"Yes. Mo Sang resumed his cold voice, and it seemed that his mood was stable.

Now it's Qing Huan's turn to get angry, he knows, but doesn't he care?

Mo Sang didn't appease her this time, and took a step first.

Lan Wenyu sighed, he dared to pack the ticket, Mo Sang pretended to be expressionless, and he must be snickering behind his back, but he didn't expect that when this kid Hongluan Xing moved, he actually burned the bag like this, not bad, the iron tree blossomed, and it was a little popular.

Along the way, Qing Huan followed behind Mo Sang, except for an infrequent and honest confession of what he saw and heard on the road, the rest of the time was sorrowful, trapped in a dilemma.

After the joy of seeing Mo Sang diluted a little, she finally regained her composure, and then...

The problems that had been bothering her popped up again.

When you see Mosang again, do you want to confess her heart?

It was that time when she wanted to back down.

Over there, Lan Wenyu listened to Qing Huan's description, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, and he asked Mo Sang through the sound transmission: "The man with the mask she described in her mouth, could it be..."

The words were not clear, but Mo Sang understood what he meant and nodded slightly.

"How do you know it's him. Lan Wenyu asked.

"I saw it. Mo Sang also replied to him with a voice.

"Sister Qinghuan... Cough. Lan Wenyu stopped in time, "How could the little sister-in-law be with him?"

Mo Sang glared at him: "I don't know!"

"It's strange, but I've never seen him deal with anyone, he's a lone ranger, oh, except for you, how can you clear up... The little sister-in-law brought the Death Knell Ridge, what kind of heart. Lan Wenyu rubbed his chin and guessed: "Could it be that he is going to send his sister-in-law to you? He knows the relationship between Qing Huan and you? How does he know, didn't you say that I am the only one who knows?!" Lan Wenyu thought of this, and suddenly felt a little unhappy.

Mo Sang didn't reply, pretending not to hear, and let Lan Wenyu go by himself.

But...

There is a sentence that is indeed debatable, how can An Huan...

Get acquainted with Qing Huan, and take her to Death Bell Ridge, he knows that I am here, in addition to me, Death Bell Ridge has...

Could it be...

Mo Sang shook his head, it should be that he was too worried, as the so-called employment is not suspicious, and suspicions are not necessary, since he promised to help An Huan wash away his grievances, then he can't go back on his word.

The three of them had their own hearts and minds, and returned from Deathknell Ridge to a foothold in the Guling Mountain area.

Miluo City.

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