Seeing that Mo Yan suddenly became so serious, the little half-immortal asked, "What's the matter?"

Mo Yan said: "I counted your uncle's fortune tonight. ”

The little half-immortal said: "What does his life say?"

Mo Yan said: "This is the strangest place for me, I once calculated a hexagram for your uncle, which is different from what I calculate now." ”

The little half-immortal was stunned, "What did you say?"

Mo Yan said: "Although your uncle's life back then also had many difficulties and obstacles, it was a good death. ”

The little half-immortal said in a deep voice: "What about now." ”

Mo Yan said: "There is only the first half of life, and the second half of life is a blank. ”

The little half-immortal was stunned, "How can a person only have half a life?"

Mo Yan said: "Yes, although I can't calculate your life personality, it's because your grandfather sealed it with a secret technique, and it is impossible for a person to have only half a life personality." ”

Xiao Banxian had already heard the sound of Mo Yan's words, and his hands trembled, almost unable to hold the wine jar steadily.

Xiao Banxian still didn't give up and asked: "Maybe his life is also covered by secret arts." ”

Mo Yan said: "There is no secret technique that can only cover up the half-life personality. ”

The little half-immortal poured his head into the wine, and Mo Yan took down his wine jar, "Okay, drink more and hurt your body." ”

The little half-immortal's heart was trembling, and even his whole person trembled, Mo Yan's words were clear, he had been with Mo Yan for so long, he knew very well what Mo Yan meant in his words, why he only had a half-life personality, because the first half of the half-immortal Renxin was a human, and in the second half of his life, he had become something outside the six realms of reincarnation.

The little half-immortal remembered the terrible inner demon, no wonder he had never heard of the concrete formation of a human inner demon.

The little half-immortal didn't know how to tell Chu Xiaoran and the half-immortal Yao about this, especially Chu Xiaoran, if he knew, would he be able to hold on, the little half-immortal didn't dare to imagine, then the family would be ruined.

Mo Yan seemed to see through the little half-immortal's thoughts, and said lightly: "They will always know." ”

Xiao Banxian only felt very tired, and said, "It's a while to be able to delay for a while." ”

The little half-fairy didn't know how he left, but he felt that his steps were very heavy.

Finally came to the place where he lived, and saw Mo Liunian nesting outside the door from a distance, and the little half-immortal hurriedly walked over.

Mo Liunian was wearing a thick cloak and holding a food box in his arms, and when he saw the little half-immortal, he immediately showed a smile as bright as a star.

"I'm back!" Mo Liunian said.

The little half-immortal touched Mo Liunian's face, it was cold, and he hurriedly took the food box in her arms and pulled Mo Liunian into the room.

"Silly, I don't know how to go in and wait. The little half-immortal held Mo Liunian's hand in his arms.

Mo Liunian smiled shyly, "Actually, I did it on purpose." ”

The little half-immortal said: "What is deliberate?"

"Since I'm distressed, don't let me wait for you in the future. Mo Liunian smiled.

The little half-immortal felt that the little hand in his arms slowly became a little hot, "I went to Mo Yanna." ”

Mo Liunian withdrew his hand and opened the food box, the wooden food box was filled with a layer of ceramics, and a small pot was contained in the ceramic, and the outside of the small pot was kept warm with hot water.

When Mo Liunian brought out the pot of dumplings that were still steaming, the little half-immortal's heart was instantly filled.

"It's greedy, come, eat some, I guess I can't eat it for the New Year." Mo Liunian said.

No, it's not a gust of wind, bride, don't be afraid, if you're shy you don't have to talk to him, you just have to stand by the door when you greet him, and if he asks you, if you want to do it, keep your eyes down in silence. Don't let your bracelet ring, and when you bring him in with a lamp, you don't have to talk to him, if you're shy.

The red clothes are like flowers, nestled on the blue of this acacia, and the green behind it also seems to be much quieter, and the wind seems to have stopped, for fear of blowing the green bamboo peeking next to it to make a sound, disturbing the tenderness of the two. The wind seemed to be blowing again, trying to get everything around him drunk, leaving only the voices of the two men.

Qin Jing looked at each other with him, and saw that there was no pleading for help in his eyes, nor was there any stubbornness and unwillingness, just like a thousand-foot cold pool, cold and quiet, reflecting his own shadow - half-bowed, holding an umbrella in one hand, scratching his head with the other, looking at each other seriously, with a stupid virtue.

Guan Xiuwen stood in the hall, silently calming his face, staring at Gui Wan's eyes flashing with some feelings, both deep and persistent, the anger he was holding back just now seemed to have nowhere to vent, and his complexion changed and changed. The door of the temple was ajar, and the moonlight leaked in, and a shadow stretched out from under his feet, and the man who was like water should be indifferent and clear, but his shadow was as black as night, a touch of black with a slender shadow, lonely and lonely.

"Whew!" A whistling in the wind, the black shadow fell from the sky and landed in Yizhuang, and then saw Tian Buyi and Lu Xueqi standing at the door of the abandoned house, as if they were also stunned, but they were not frightened, and after a while, they let out a strange laugh of "tsk".

Jiang Feng's eyebrows shrugged, and he was angry. Guo Conghu's smile became more and more innocent, and his white teeth flashed brightly. Chen Siran was not at ease, took a few steps forward, and wanted to pull Guo Conghu away, but as soon as her feet moved, Guo Conghu also moved.

Qin Jingxian was still smiling, letting him sway slowly around him, and said in his heart that the more serious and serious the master he usually looked, the more irresistible it was when he became romantic. But smiling and smiling, he suddenly felt a little trance, as if he was also drunk, and the smile on his face gradually faded.

The crowd had been calmed down, the blindfolded man lowered his palms, and the three people who had fallen to the ground got up and sat back on their seats. Gradually, Dong Zhuoying has heard that Qingxuan Dao people are like the end of a strong crossbow, but he is just fighting the true qi of the twelfth floor, and he is fighting with others to the end.

The air in the cold, silent room weighed on his head and shoulders, and he looked back into the room, where only his enlarged shadow on the wall moved, and there was no sound vibrating the air except for the sound of rat fights on the roof. The fire in the fire bowl was also extinguished, sitting in the house, feeling uncomfortable, he gently opened the door, dragged the grass shoes, and walked down the yard.

The sound was blurted out, and when he heard the sound of Xuan, the two swords were staggered, and the two figures each brought a cold light between the planes, and flew to the hill, and then saw that the two old swords had been sheathed, and stood under a plane tree.

The other party is a northeastern man, and it is easier to drink alcohol than water. Xiao Yan also has a lot of money on weekdays, but at the moment, she only drinks peach blossoms on her face, and her eyes are like entropy stars. A pair of watery eyes with a bit of grievance, intentionally or unintentionally, only wrapped around me.

My feet were sore, so I found a chair and sat down, next to a leaning yellow locust tree, illuminated by the street lamps not far away. The night is silent, and the darkness in front of you is layered by the glow of the street lamp. Read the latest chapter of "Life is Like a Play and Singing Claw Book House" for free for the first time.