Hearing that Mo Laosan was no longer alive, Mo Peng was also extremely shocked, and a touch of sadness appeared on his face: "What did you say......? He's so much younger than I am, how could he not be alive?"

"He was killed by a traitor, and it is unknown who the murderer is, but sooner or later I will find out the murderer and kill him with my own hands to avenge my father!"

After saying this, Mo Erha left the main hall without looking back.

Although his father has passed away for a long time, every time he mentions it, Mo Erha still can't suppress the heavy sadness in his heart. Standing on the high platform and looking down at the entire Spirit Valley, his mood was extremely heavy, and after careful calculation, he suddenly found that half a month later would be his father's death day, so he immediately went to the Dusk Valley Hall to find the six elders, hoping that they could allow him to go back to the cold water forest to pay tribute to his father.

The six elders did not stop him, but just told Mo Erha to be more careful, and rushed back to Linggu as soon as possible to preside over the overall situation after the sacrifice.

Half a month passed in the blink of an eye, and in this half month, Mo Erha gradually adapted to his identity, and he became more comfortable in handling large and small affairs in Linggu. On the day of Mo Laosan's death, he arranged everything in advance, left Linggu early, and went straight to the Cold Water Forest.

In fact, this day is not Mo Laosan's death day, but the day when Mo Erha found his body, because he doesn't know when his father was killed, so he can only regard this day as a death day.

According to Mo Laosan's consistent preferences, Mo Erha bought a roast chicken and three good flower carvings on the three jars when he passed by the market, and embarked on the road home with heavy steps.

Towards noon, he returned to the cold water forest, standing beside the forest, everything was still so familiar, everything seemed to have changed. On the hillside outside the forest, the huts are still standing intact.

Mo Erha didn't go home, but went directly into the cold water forest to find his father's tombstone, put the roast chicken and flower carvings in place, kowtowed respectfully three times, and then stumbled back to the wooden house with the remaining flower carvings.

The outside of the hut was once again covered with weeds, and all kinds of vines and flowers crawled all over the hedge. Everything inside the house has not changed, just covered with a thick layer of dust. Compared to before, there is a small wooden table for worship, and there are three things on the table. They are a set of clothes that Mo Laosan loved to wear before his death, a short knife that he never left his side, and an old flower carving.

The candles on the table had burned out, Mo Erha replaced the new candles, lit three incense sticks, and then sat down at the table, opened the flower carving he brought back and smiled bitterly while drinking......

"Daddy, I'm back again, and I haven't lost any wine and chicken. This time I bought Ma Kee roast chicken, I heard that their roasted chicken tastes both inside and out, and it is particularly delicious......"

"You used to stop me, not let me go out, don't let me run too far. As for me, I tried my best to go out and play, and tried my best to go farther. In fact, I know that your favorite wine is not Huadiao, but your daughter red. Later, the reason why I started drinking Huadiao was because the first jar of wine I bought for you was Huadiao. Saying that, Mo Erha looked at the small jar of wine on the table: "Yes, that's it, don't look small, in order to buy it, I wore it back and forth in the forest overnight." You don't know, in the forest at night, there was no sound, and I was so scared that I lost my shoes, but this jar of wine was held on my chest and did not let go for a moment. Though...... Hehe, it's your money that's stolen, but isn't the wine bought for you to drink? That time, you cleaned me up......"

As he spoke, the flower carving in his hand had already gone down to half of the altar, and Mo Erha was also a little drunk, and his eyes were hazy and he continued to murmur: "You have told me since I was a child that you should not be bullied, raped, prostitute, or gambled. But you didn't do the first one yourself, you obviously promised to teach me all the use of the short knife, and now you haven't even handed over a single move, so you secretly left without me......"

As soon as the words fell, the door suddenly creaked and was pushed open from the outside, and then Zi Ning slowly walked in.

Mo Erha squinted his eyes and looked up, stunned for a few seconds, and suddenly grinned and smirked: "I used to watch my dad drink, it smelled bad and spicy, I just couldn't figure out why he was drinking." Now I finally understand that wine is really a good thing, just such a small jar, he can make me forget the pain of losing my father, and it can also let me see Zi Ning, who I think about day and night, although it is only for a moment, although it is all fake, it is also worth ......"

Zi Ning was a little moved, walked to the other side of the wooden table and sat down, raised her hand to take off the veil on her face and asked softly, "You...... How are you doing?"

"Okay! Of course it's good!" Mo Erha took a big sip of wine and patted his chest: "I am now the Lord of Linggu Valley, all the disciples have to look at my face, and all beings in the world have pinned their hopes on me!

Suddenly, Mo Erha seemed to remember something, and raised his head: "Eh, I drink, you don't drink, but you can't just look at it...... Wait, I'll ...... I'll pour you tea......" He stood up on the table, staggering before he could take a step before he fell head-on. Seeing this, Zi Ning hurriedly reached out to catch it and helped him sit back on the chair.

Holding Zi Ning's slender jade hands, Mo Erha's cheeks were a little ruddy, and he stared at it for a few seconds and actually felt his mouth kiss it. Zi Ning's brows tightened, and he subconsciously raised his hand and slapped him: "Let go!"

But she only pulled out one hand, and the other hand was still tightly clenched by Mo Erha.

Mo Erha felt the hot pain on his face, and after a moment, he suddenly turned the other half of his face over, Zi Ning was puzzled, and continued to ask, "What are you doing?"

"A slap and kiss, it's worth it! You slap again, I'll kiss again......"

Smelling the strong smell of wine, Zi Ning frowned, and then increased her strength to pull her hand out first. was exerting, Mo Erha's expression suddenly changed, and he said: "Lingxi girl likes Tuchen, Lingzhi junior sister likes Tuchen, I know, you also like Tuchen." I just want to ask, whether it was before or now, do you really not like me even a little bit?"

"I ......" Zi Ning was slightly messy, retracted her hand hard, and at the same time took the wine jar aside: "Mo Erha, you are drunk." ”

"No, I'm not drunk!Give me the wine!" After speaking, Mo Erha closed his eyes and went to grab the flower carving that Zi Ning took aside, and raised his hand to wave it, but it happened to hit the small flower carving on the wooden table, and when Zi Ning reacted and wanted to reach out to pick it up, it was too late, and the small altar flower carving was swept off the wooden table, falling to the ground and smashing!

The wine jar was broken, but there was no wine in it, but some yellow sand, and there was a beige envelope mixed with the sand, and five big characters were written on the envelope: Chen Tianyou's pen! )