Embroidery and couplets are scattered, and the door is ajar.

Mo Xiaoyan sat straight in front of the window, staring at the faint candlelight.

The Ten Phoenix Swords were like snakes, their bodies curled up in a ball, and only the delicate hilt of the sword stood upright, quietly accompanying their master.

The enemies Lao Shrimp and Boss Fu died, the Qian Lai and Qian Yan brothers who were careless about people's lives were killed, Uncle Ying died, and more than 100 people were killed and injured on Shili Street.

In Mo Xiaoyan's eyes, it's nothing.

She loves the phoenix and doesn't hear anything outside the window

But through the faint light, she looked at Mo Xiaohe in a coma in the next room, looking at his dream, but she felt at a loss.

Mo Xiaoyan stretched out his hand and stroked the hilt of the Ten Phoenix Sword. The latter lazily stretched out his whole body, like a flattered little flower cat.

Poof.

Mo Xiaoyan suddenly burst into flames all over his body.

In the next room, a phoenix flew away from Mo Xiaohe's back, spitting nirvana fire from its mouth.

A phoenix and a girl, two fireworks, like two lights. But under the low tiled roof, except for the faint flickering of candlelight, it was still dim.

These two rays of light have only a dark red color and do not scatter the light.

The two flames of light did not ignite the beams, doors and windows around them, and they did not even ignite the phoenix on the muslin cloth, as if they were in a place of nothing, through the layers of walls, and shot into Mo Xiaohe's body.

Mo Xiaohe's pale face gradually regained its bloody color, and his arms and body, which were full of scars, were visibly healed with the naked eye, forming cocoons, falling off, and growing strong and healthy again.

The wings are spread widely, and the bright red phoenix color of the whole body is gradually dimming.

"Shifeng, my brother can live another twenty years. ”

Mo Xiaoyan stroked the sword body of the Ten Phoenix Sword. She hadn't laughed for fourteen years, but she finally smiled.

The smile is very green and innocent.

Such as flowers in the mountains, ten miles of breeze, spring everywhere.

If a fairy who does not eat the fireworks of the world descends to earth, it is like time is frozen for a few seconds.

The smile is beautiful.

Although her face was covered in blood.

Although her mouth was full of blood.

The whole body of the Ten Phoenix Sword was tightened, and the hilt of the sword was completely stuffed into the body, like a frightened child hiding his head in his arms.

"Ten phoenixes, the first phoenix I have been showing for ten years, and I finally got it. This nirvana is going to be gone again. ”

Mo Xiaoyan, who treats Shifeng, and even his younger brother very coldly, rarely spoke softly, his face full of regret, "I'm sorry, in order to save my brother, I owe you ten phoenixes again." ”

Mo Xiaoyan seemed to be able to see Mo Xiaohe through the wall, and said in a daze, "But these ten phoenixes, I'm afraid they will never be returned." You're going to let me fall asleep. ”

The Ten Phoenix Sword, which was still shrinking its body and head, floated into Mo Xiaoyan's arms, rubbing, rubbing, rubbing.

"People say the sword is cold, but how do you have a warm body, like volcanic stone? Mo Xiaoyan, whose mouth was full of blood, looked very happy, like a young girl in Huaichun, giggling.

Laughter is like a silver bell blown by the wind.

"In the future, my brother will rely on your stupid sword for protection. ”

"If his master and senior brother and sister treat him badly, you will beat him, do you know?"

Poor Ten Phoenix Sword always clinged to Mo Xiaoyan's arms, moving and moving.

"Also, don't let my brother know that I fell asleep to save him. ”

The Ten Phoenix Sword shook the tip of the sword violently in protest.

"Do you dare?" Mo Xiaohe frowned slightly, like a delicate little girl, "If you dare, I won't want you." ”

The body of the Ten Phoenix Sword was cold, and the cold air was cold, and finally he no longer dared to move. Because Mo Xiaoyan didn't mean to lock him up, but said that he didn't want her anymore.

"My brother was born without a father or mother, only one sister. ”

Mo Xiaoyan stroked the Ten Phoenix Sword and said softly, "When he was a child, he always wanted to probe his parents' tone from me, but I really didn't know, so I couldn't say anything. He's pathetic enough. ”

"Now I'm going to fall asleep, the old man who is pregnant with you, Uncle Ying, is also dead, and I don't know if the master will treat him well in the future. ”

Mo Xiaoyan said with a serious face, "Therefore, this matter must be kept secret, and you can't let him know anything, do you understand?"

The Ten Phoenix Swords still didn't move.

"His master secretly told me a story that day. ”

"In the story, a man was blind, so he never knew what his wife looked like. Before his wife was seriously ill and died, she gouged out her eyeballs and gave them to the man. When a man regains his light, the first thing he wants to do is to see what his wife looks like. However, I only saw the letter left by my wife: Don't think about what I look like, the next person who is good to you is what I look like. ”

"I still think it's romantic for a man to see the world through his wife's eyes. ”

The haggard Mo Xiaoyan rolled her eyes, like a naughty ten-year-old girl, and said with a wistful smile, "My brother survived with my sister's life, hehe, I still think it's quite fun." ”

The naughty girl with soft black hair and waist-length skirt slowly closed her eyes, slowly fell down, lay on the table, and fell asleep.

It was as if he were dead.

It's just that there is still a hint of indescribable and inexplicable smile in the corner of her eyes.

Dead man laughs.

With a crisp sword roar, the whole body of the Ten Phoenix Swords stretched out, and it shook extremely quickly, like a child crying without a mother.

Heartbroken, the Ten Phoenix Swords flew around one after another, like a child who had gone crazy and jumped to his feet and shouted for his mother, crashing into the embroidery and couplet Heavenly Maiden scattered flowers all over the floor, and the house was extremely embarrassed.

But the sleeping girl really fell asleep, and did not wake up, only the wind of the sword blew her skirt and the sound of hunting.

The sleeping girl's body gradually became transparent, turned into a cloud of smoke, and escaped into Mo Xiaohe's eyebrows.

The Ten Phoenix Sword stopped suddenly, like a sluggish cat.

After a while, the Ten Phoenix Sword turned into a ray of light with indignation, reluctant to give up, and followed the master into Mo Xiaohe's eyebrows.

"Uncle, don't go!"

Coincidentally, Mo Xiaohe suddenly woke up at this moment and cried bitterly.

But the oriental fish belly outside the window is white, and it is quiet everywhere.

I don't see Uncle Ying, and I don't see my sister.

"I'm not your sister. ”

"You see, in the past fourteen years, I don't even want to say anything to you, I just shake my head at you, how can it be your sister, right? Also, I only stab the phoenix all day long, and I don't even want to pay attention to you, how can it be your sister, right? Besides, your father and your mother were born at the age of thirty-six, and you were hacked to death at the end of your life, how could you give birth to a sister so early, right?"

"I just happened to be idle and bored, trying to find a place to embroider, and I happened to run into you and almost got killed, so I saved you. ”

"Help you fight, I just think those people are too rampant, I can't get used to it. ”

"Of course, I didn't hurt you. If you still trust me, go to Guilin Mountain in the Kingdom of Instrumental Spirits and find someone named Cangsheng. He won't harm you, he will teach you how to save your Uncle Ying. ”

"You're too weak, I don't want to take you with me. ”

"Don't look for me. The next person who is really good to you, or maybe it's your sister. ”

Mo Xiaohe, who woke up suddenly, only had one line of words in his hand.

The handwriting is handsome and majestic, like mountains and rivers, and like streams meandering,

The handwriting is thin, and the words are heart-wrenching.

It is undoubtedly the handwriting of my sister Mo Xiaoyan.

That night, he only remembered killing Boss Fu and Qian Lai Qian Yan with a sword, and then rushed into the sky with a sword.

After a big hand fell from the world and knocked him unconscious, he didn't know anything about the future.

Now I woke up, and there was no one and nothing.

Mo Xiaohe unconsciously hugged his knees tightly.

"If you have a kind, you will chop up Xia Zhenren one day and snatch back the uncle's soul.

Uncle Ying's voice echoed endlessly in his mind at this time.

Mo Xiaohe clenched his fists tightly and slowly got up.

"Xiaohezi, why don't you tell me when you're back. A familiar voice sounded outside the house.