There are some things that you dodge no matter how much you dodge, and there are some things that you don't have to deliberately do.

In the bamboo forest, the two people who were pushed together by the wheel of fate looked at each other, and at a glance, it seemed like a moment, but it seemed like ten thousand years.

In Mo Jingyun's eyes, he saw as if he was a shadow of himself, and the feeling of both familiarity and strangeness made him feel that his brain was blank.

In the eyes of the blood-clothed cultivator, he saw a different picture, looking at the man in front of him who was very similar to himself, and the illusory picture he saw when he killed the demonized Yang Zhentian appeared in front of his eyes:

The white-clothed monk in a Tai Chi gossip robe, who couldn't see clearly, and the baby who was like himself, covered in blood...

The two people who looked at each other stood still, but the others in the room made their own movements.

Needless to say, the people of the Forbidden Heavenly Sword Gate were already with swords in their hands, ready to act at any time.

Li Mingran didn't know what kind of considerations he had, so he didn't act rashly, but just kept holding his sword. Judging from his standing posture, he seemed to be not only targeting the blood-clothed cultivator, but also seemed to be on guard against Mo Jingyun and his party.

Wang Yuetian, who was originally targeted by the blood-clothed cultivators, saw that the blood-clothed cultivators were suddenly attracted by Mo Jingyun's attention, but he took the opportunity to move slowly and get closer to Mo Jingyun and Mei Aoxue.

Just when everyone was thinking about it, Mo Jingyun seemed to be relieved from the initial shock, and after a little calm, he slowly spoke, saying:

"Mo Jingyun, a disciple under the Lower Goddess Palace, dared to ask the name of the Zun Jia. ”

When the blood-clothed cultivator heard this, there was a rare hesitation in his eyes, but after only a while, he slowly spoke, and said:

"My name is Kong Ming Twelve Nights. ”

Hearing that the blood-clothed cultivator had actually said his name, the faces of the people in the audience immediately changed.

Especially after Li Mingran heard the blood-clothed cultivator report his name, he couldn't help but shout:

"Twelve Nights of Empty Dawn?, this name is unheard of. Regardless of whether your strange name is true or not, what sect and sect you come from, why do you set up an ambush here to attack the old man. ”

Listening to Li Mingran's question, everyone couldn't help but focus on the twelve nights of Kongming again.

But Kong Ming Twelfth Night didn't seem to hear it at all, he just stared at Mo Jingyun and asked:

"What's your favorite color, what's your favorite food?"

Hearing this inexplicable sentence, everyone was stunned, Li Mingran saw that he was being neglected, and the sword qi in his body strengthened again, and said:

"Boy, stop pretending to be a ghost. Now that the fog of this bamboo forest has been broken, without this fog to cover it, do you think you can still walk ten tricks in the hands of the old man? ”

Just when Li Mingran wanted to say something more, Kong Ming Twelve Nights suddenly interjected and said:

"What a noise!"

As soon as the words fell, the blood-colored true qi around Kong Ming's body suddenly converged into his body, and the next moment, a thick black and watery true qi overflowed from his body again, and a rancid smell instantly rushed into everyone's noses.

Smelling this unpleasant smell, everyone frowned, and before everyone could react again, there was a commotion among the disciples of the Forbidden Heavenly Sword Sect!

Hearing this commotion, Li Mingran was shocked in his heart, and when he looked sideways and looked back, his face changed, and he exclaimed:

"Lin'er... ”

With this exclamation, Li Mingran's figure had disappeared in place.

At this time, the voice of the Twelfth Night of Kong Ming sounded again, saying:

"Li Mingran, what you have in Lin'er is the poison of black water, and you were tired of entangling with me before and did not completely remove the residual poison from her body. Now she is being pulled by my black water true qi again, and the poisonous gas has spread to all her internal organs. You are now so good at detoxifying your Lin'er, maybe she can still save her. ”

After that, Kong Ming Twelfth Night once again ignored Li Mingran, who looked anxious, turned his head to look at Mo Jingyun, and said:

"Now no one is making noise anymore. Can you answer my question: What is your favorite color, what is your favorite food?"

Hearing the inexplicable question of the twelfth night of Kong Ming, although Mo Jingyun was a little unclear, but seeing that the twelve nights of Kong Ming did not mean to be murderous, he looked at Li Mingran, who was healing Liu Ruolin not far away, and said with some hesitation:

"If I answer your question truthfully, can you give the Forbidden Heavenly Sword Sect man named Lin'er an antidote to her and detoxify her. ”

When Kong Ming heard this, he asked with some doubts:

"You know her?"

Hearing this, Mo shook his head and said:

"It's the first time I've seen her. ”

"Then why did you save her? ”

"Do you need a reason to save people?"

"Don't you need a reason to save people?"

Hearing the conversation between these two people, Wang Yuetian, who was on the side, suddenly moved his eyes, and for some reason, he suddenly spoke up and said:

"Senior Brother Mo wants to save people just out of compassion, which is an instinctive reaction of his. I have heard that there is another kind of person in this world who lacks five senses and does not distinguish between good and evil, so this kind of person does not have any guilt for killing. For these people who lack five senses, killing is just an act, and there is no reason for it. ”

Hearing Wang Yuetian's words, Kong Ming's eyes froze, and he glanced at Wang Yuetian meaningfully, and then, he turned his head and continued to stare at Mo Jingyun and said:

"You answer my question, and if your answer satisfies me, I'll consider giving her an antidote. ”

When Mo Jingyun heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he replied urgently:

"Really!! my favorite color is plum. ”

Hearing Mo Jingyun's answer, a trace of doubt appeared in Kong Ming's eyes and said:

"Plum blossom?"

"Yes, I have lived in the snow-capped mountains of the Goddess Palace since I was a child, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow drifting, and there is only recklessness inside and outside the Shrine. In this white world, a little cold plum has become the only color in the snow-capped mountains. Even after going down the mountain, I saw the thousand purples and reds of the Central Plains Continent, and I still love the proud snow posture of plum blossoms the most. ”

Hearing Mo Jingyun's answer, Kong Ming's eyes sank in the twelfth night, and he didn't know what he was thinking. After a long time, he continued:

"And what's your favorite thing to eat?"

When Mo Jingyun heard this, a smile suddenly appeared on his face, he looked at Mei Aoxue who was standing aside, and then said softly:

"Roasted sweet potatoes. ”

"Roasted sweet potatoes?"

Hearing the inquiry of the Twelfth Night of Kongming, Mo Jingyun opened his mouth again and confirmed:

"It's baked sweet potatoes. In my palace of the goddess of the Great Snow Mountain, although there are also delicacies of different colors, my favorite food is the roasted sweet potatoes that my senior sister secretly sent me when I was punished when I was a child. ”

Looking at Mo Jingyun's pure and clear eyes, listening to the voice that seemed to be undisguised, the eyes of the Twelve Nights of Empty Brightness were extremely gloomy.

At this moment, he only felt a sad sound from the deepest part of his heart, although this voice was very weak, but for the first time, he felt pain.

Looking at the person in front of him who looked almost exactly like himself, Kong Ming Twelve Nights seemed to see the possibility of another life for himself. You can see the colors, you can taste the tastes, you can understand what love and hate are, you can understand what it feels like to be alive...

All this, all this, why is it someone else's life! Why, why is there nothing in your own life!!

Looking at the person in front of him who was almost exactly the same as himself, a strong impulse rose in the heart of Kong Ming Twelve Nights for the first time.