"The princess is polite, the three of us are here to escort the princess and the young master back to the country, since the princess is ready, it is getting late today, and we will set off tomorrow." Jun Ziqian said with a smile.

"It's okay, then everything will be arranged by the prince. Xue Luochen bowed his head slightly and agreed to Jun Ziqian's proposal.

When the two were talking, Mo Zhiyao's gaze on the side kept falling on the body of Yao Tianxuan, the boy beside Xue Luochen, and an imperceptible gleam flashed in his eyes.

Yao Tianxuan's face was pale and bloodless, but there were two sickly flushes on both cheeks. His lips were chapped, and there was a hint of purple under the red!

Yao Tianxuan is only five or six years old, and as the young master of Jimangguo, he has been pampered since he was a child, and he has been clothed and fed. Even if you have been running around more than a year ago, you are homesick in Tianfeng City, or you are not accustomed to the water and soil, but at most your face is haggard, and it should never be what it is now!

Probably aware that Mo Zhiyao had been paying attention to him, Yao Tianxuan's face showed a hint of fear, lowered his eyes, did not dare to look at Mo Zhiyao, and tightly pulled Xue Luochen's left hand and leaned on Xue Luochen's body.

"Xuan'er, come and see the two sons and young ladies. Xue Luochen looked down at his son, his face flushed with love, and said in a low voice.

Hearing her mother's words, Yao Tianxuan let go of the hand that was holding Xue Luochen, stepped forward, clasped her fists with both hands, and said timidly: "Tianxuan has seen Brother Jun, Brother Mo, and Sister Meng. ”

Yao Tianxuan is extremely smart, and has already written down the surnames of the three people, and the childish children's voice can't help but give birth to love.

"Come here. Mo Zhiyao said in a cold voice, making Jun Ziqian and Meng Zhuxi stunned, I don't know what Mo Zhiyao's intentions are. Yao Tianxuan took a step back, his face flushed with fear, and he turned his head to look at the snow and dust.

Xue Luochen didn't know what Mo Zhiyao was going to do, but out of trust in the Beiyuan of the Tianjiao League, he still nodded to his son and motioned for him to go over.

Yao Tianxuan slowly walked towards Mo Zhiyao at this time, looking extremely frightened.

Let's talk about a five- or six-year-old child, an apprentice in the North Garden of the Tianjiao League, who still dares to face Mo Zhiyao, and his relaxed demeanor is only a handful. Even the gentleman who gets along day and night is humble and dreamy, after Mo Zhiyao made a killing move, he couldn't help but feel palpitations.

Reaching out to pick up Yao Tianxuan's little hand, Mo Zhiyao frowned. Yao Tianxuan's little hand was cold to the touch, which was very different from the body temperature of ordinary people. A trace of demonic power crossed into Yao Tianxuan's body, and after walking for a week, Mo Zhiyao's eyes couldn't help but have a trace of murderous intent!

"What's wrong?" Seeing Mo Zhiyao's expression, Jun Ziqian hurriedly asked, and the Meng Zhuxi expression on the side also became nervous.

For no reason, Mo Zhiyao will not move to kill.

Mo Zhiyao did not answer Jun Ziqian's question, but raised his eyes to look at the snow and dust, but did not let go of the palm holding Yao Tianxuan's small hand.

Seeing Mo Zhiyuan looking at it, Xue Luochen first showed a puzzled look, but then he understood. A sad look appeared between his eyebrows, his eyes fell on Yao Tianxuan's body, and he said softly: "Xuan'er has been weak since she was a child, and the Lord has invited many famous doctors, but they are all helpless and unable to improve Xuan'er's physique. Because of this, Xuan'er couldn't cultivate the truth, and suffered a lot of grievances. ”

In the end, Xue Luochen's eyes were red, his voice was a little choked, and his eyes looking at Yao Tianxuan were full of pity and guilt.

Mo Zhiyao retracted his gaze and reappeared on Yao Tianxuan's body, and a cold voice sounded: "Do you want to be like others, have a strong body, and can cultivate the truth?"

Mo Zhiyao's words made Xue Luochen's delicate body tremble, and he looked at Mo Zhiyao for a moment, his eyes showed an unbelievable look of ecstasy, and the jade hands on his legs trembled.

"Think!" the childish child's voice sounded, and Yao Tianxuan's big eyes flashed with a look of extreme longing, and there was no trace of fear before. "Brother Mo, can you let Xuan'er cultivate the truth? Xuan'er dreams of being like others, in that case, no one will dare to bully me and my mother again. ”

"Are you afraid of pain?" Mo Zhiyao narrowed his eyes and looked at Yao Tianxuan and asked.

"Don't be afraid! As long as Brother Mo can make Xuan'er cultivate the truth, Xuan'er is not afraid of anything!" Yao Tianxuan said loudly, her childish voice full of tenacity that never matched her age.

"Master Mo, can you really cure Xuan'er?" Xue Luochen stood up, walked to the opposite side of Mo Zhiyao, and asked with an excited expression.

Mo Zhiyao nodded slightly, put Yao Tianxuan's little hand in his palm, and pointed the index finger of his other hand in the palm of Yao Tianxuan's little hand.

"It hurts, and you can't help but shout out, but don't hide. Mo Zhiyao looked at Yao Tianxuan and said.

"Well, Brother Mo, I won't hide, come on!" Yao Tianxuan nodded heavily, and said in a crisp voice.

Mo Zhiyao raised his head and handed Jun Ziqian a look, Jun Ziqian bowed slightly, signaling Mo Zhiyao to rest assured, if Yao Tianxuan couldn't hold on, he would make a move.

Mo Zhiyao's fingertips touched Yao Tianxuan's palm, and the power of the demon spirit penetrated into its meridians like silk threads, traveling all over his body.

"Ah!" A cry of pain, Yao Tianxuan frowned, bit her lower lip tightly, and her face was filled with pain, but she insisted on controlling her arm and did not retract.

"Once upon a time, there was a young man who was bullied by his clan since he was a child, and suffered from the eyes of countless people, who was the laughing stock of the entire clan and a well-known waste in the whole city. Mo Zhiyao lowered his eyes and said as if talking to himself.

Attracted by Mo Zhiyao's words, Yao Tianxuan looked at Mo Zhiyao with big eyes, obviously distracted and curious.

And the snow behind him was dusty, and he originally looked worried and anxious, but at this moment, he couldn't help but look at Mo Zhiyao, waiting for the following.

Jun Ziqian and Meng Zhuxi glanced at each other and understood why Mo Zhiyao would come to the rescue of Yao Tianxuan.

Ling Hongxuan's mission was to send Xue Luochen's mother and son back to the Extreme Mang Kingdom, and then help Yao Wumang completely quell the civil strife, but he didn't say that he would treat Yao Tianxuan's illness.

Mo Zhiyao didn't think about helping Yao Tianxuan heal at first, Mo Zhiyao was not a good-hearted person. When worshipping Yu Yao as a teacher, Mo Zhiyao said that in this life, he does not distinguish between good and evil, does not know right and wrong, does not distinguish between right and wrong, only likes and dislikes, and only understands intimacy! It can be said that Mo Zhiyao acts and absolutely helps relatives and does not help. Irrelevant people, even if they die in front of him, Mo Zhiyao will not take a second look.

However, Yao Tianxuan's glutinous "Brother Mo" touched a soft place in Mo Zhiyao's heart, and then the sentence that Yao Tianxuan couldn't cultivate and suffered a lot of grievances, which reminded Mo Zhiyao of himself.

Because he saw his own shadow on Yao Tianxuan's body, Mo Zhiyao came to the rescue.

"Why? Why is this happening?" Yao Tianxuan asked as he stared at his big pure and innocent eyes, his crisp eyes without a trace of impurities.

"Because he's the same as you, he can't condense human lines and can't cultivate the truth. Mo Zhiyao took the lead to look at Yao Tianxuan, his voice was cold without the slightest emotion, but Yao Tianxuan was no longer afraid, and he felt a cordial feeling towards Mo Zhiyao.

The child's mind is the simplest, but it is also the most keen, Yao Tianxuan guessed that the young man in Mo Zhiyao's mouth should be himself.

"When he is bullied, he must endure silently, because he is weak, he has no strength, he is a waste. Mo Zhiyao's eyes became distant, and his mood seemed to have returned to many years ago.

It wasn't until he was twelve years old that he met someone who changed his life, and from that day on, the boy could finally condense human tattoos and cultivate true truths like ordinary people. But the pain he endured, the price he paid, no one can imagine. ”

For ten months, he had to experience countless times more severe pain every day than cramps, peeling, cutting flesh and bones. Whenever he couldn't stand it, he would say to himself, I want to be stronger!"

"The world will not sympathize with the weak, but will only honor the strong. And if you want to become stronger, you have to be ruthless! Not only to others, but also to yourself! If you want to get, you have to pay! There will be no pie in the sky, and if you want to become stronger than others, you have to pay more than others!"

Mo Zhiyao didn't know why he would say these words to this child, maybe he was feeling, maybe he said it casually. It's just that even Mo Zhiyao didn't expect that because of his words today, a generation of strong people has been created.

A few years later, this immature and weak boy in front of him became one of the top powerhouses in the Northern Frontier, and he had grown a small Jimang Kingdom into a powerful force on a par with the Beiyuan of the Tianjiao Alliance! All of this was because of Mo Zhiyao's words today.

At this moment, Yao Tianxuan, even if he listened to Mo Zhiyao's words, he couldn't divert his attention, and the sharp pain made his small body tremble violently, and a wisp of red flowed between his bitten lips.

Mo Zhiyao's demonic power, like a ubiquitous blade, scraped through Yao Tianxuan's body, only in this way can Yao Tianxuan's "root of disease" be eradicated!

Despite this, Yao Tianxuan never let out even a single cry of pain, and his childish little face actually showed a trace of ruthlessness that should never appear at his age!

"Huh!" Mo Zhiyao's fingers against Yao Tianxuan's palm jerked back, and a drop of purple blood the size of two thumbs was pulled out.

At the same time, Yao Tianxuan's eyes rolled, and the severe pain finally made him faint, he was only a five or six-year-old child, or a young master of a country who had been pampered since he was a child, when had he ever suffered such hardships? To be able to persevere to this point has greatly exceeded Mo Zhiyao's expectations.

Jun Ziqian's body moved, and he hugged the fallen Yao Tianxuan and held him in his arms. The snow and dust behind him snorted even more, and he came to Jun Ziqian's side with an anxious face to check on Yao Tianxuan's situation.

"Leave it to Zhuxi. Mo Zhiyao had that drop of purple blood suspended in his palm, and after saying to Jun Ziqian, he looked at Meng Zhuxi again. "Zhuxi, you help him recuperate. ”

The power of the wood spirit of Dream Chase Xi is the best at healing and restoring.

"Well, don't worry. Meng Zhuxi nodded, took the unconscious Yao Tianxuan from Jun Ziqian's arms, and an emerald green aura of spiritual power instantly shrouded Yao Tianxuan's body.

"Master Mo, Xuan'er is sick?" Xue Luochen looked at Mo Zhiyao, with anxiety and hope in his eyes.

"It's okay. Mo Zhiyao nodded coldly.

"Thank you Mo Gongzi!" Hearing this, the snow fell into tears with excitement and shook her body, and the huge good news made her almost unsteady on her feet.

"Zhiyao, what is this?" and the excited snow fell into the dust, and the eyes of the gentleman and the dream fell on the drop of purple blood in Mo Zhiyao's palm.

"Hmph!" Mo Zhiyao snorted coldly, and with a flick of his palm, the drop of purple blood was thrown to the ground.

"Zi!" There was a soft sound, and the marble-paved ground, under the shocked eyes of several people, was corroded into a palm-sized hole, and the edge of the pit was still emitting a trace of black smoke, emitting a pungent and unpleasant smell.

"This is poison!" Jun Ziqian's pupils shrank, he took a breath of cold air, and said in shock.