The next evening, Mo Meng looked out the window with a haggard face, and now he finally knew why the sunset was so red, probably because it had witnessed too many killings.

Yesterday, she bathed Fengming to calm his body a little, but it was still useless.

\"Did you go through anything outside yesterday?"

The woman shook her head, what Mr. Feng Ming experienced yesterday should be nothing, and she didn't notice anything abnormal, so all this should be fate.

"Even if you open your eyes and find yourself in a place full of death, you don't have much to fear, just resign yourself to your fate. \“

Mo Meng chuckled, and her sister, who had been silent, also said such a thing, but it sounded really ridiculous.

The woman shook her head and looked at Feng Ming quietly, Feng Ming and Feng Ran were lying together on the bed, she seemed to have seen her husband's life.

"Mr. has recovered a lot, and he will never fall here, and his life will not let him fall here." \“

Mo Meng clenched his fists, and anger arose in his heart for no reason, of course he won't die!

The woman shook her head, she didn't mean that, but she couldn't say anything more like Mo Meng.

\"I'll go out for a walk, you take care of them. \“

She really needs to meditate, her husband was injured, she was also anxious, although she was just a woman, but it was the first time that she was distracted when she encountered such a thing.

Feng Ming's injury is only one thing, and the other is what the woman said, what is life......

What is fate? Before meeting Mo Meng, Feng Ming even had the most basic food, clothing, housing and transportation problems, but now he is a generation of kings, is this fate?

I and Feng Ming wanted to live in seclusion, but Luo Ming appeared and disturbed everything, so that her child disappeared, is this fate?

\"If it's all fate, then are you going against your own destiny by trying so hard to live?"

Mo Meng sneered, in that case, why don't you just die and do something with your husband!

Outside the inn, Mo Meng sat at the door in a daze, the crowd of people passing by was endless, she didn't go far, after all, if she left, the wind would be really dangerous.

On this day, she secretly found no less than ten people watching them, after all, killing the reputation of the world's number one swordsman is more important than anything.

When she was out of her mind, a person stopped in front of her, Mo Meng didn't look up, and from her angle, she could only see a pair of delicate shoes.

A pair of shoes was not enough to attract her attention, but the style of these shoes was popular thousands of years ago, when the world was far more complicated than now, there were countless kingdoms at war on the continent, blood and bones never stopped, and I heard that it was also the time when the Yin and Yang family rose.

But it was just a rumor, and she looked up to see what a person would be wearing such a style of shoes.

But when she raised her head, she was disappointed, that person had already left, probably because he was too ordinary, and Mo Meng couldn't find his back.

She was a little helpless, of course, more curious, because it was something thousands of years ago, and it ceased to exist after the Western Zhou Dynasty.

\"It seems that it is really time to consider going into hiding, or the husband is right, it is better to return to the sunset forest and teach his husband and children. \“

Mo Meng smiled, it was really a world full of talents, that person just now was definitely not ordinary, but she didn't feel a trace of breath!

In such troubled times, Xidan can't intervene at all, since this is the case, it is better to seek stability.

She got up to get back to her room, and as if she had stepped on something, she picked up a book.

"A Thousand Years of Passing Years"?\" Mo Meng muttered, such a book is afraid that it has been hundreds of years old, and the paper scroll has long been yellowed.

In the corner of it there is a note、Dance chapter。

Dance chapter, is there still a song?

Dances and songs have been passed down through the ages, and if it is noted in this way, it is certain that there are still songs......

Mo Meng looked back at the crowd from afar, was the person who dropped it just now, or was it going to be handed over to her, no wonder she stopped in front of her just now.

But she also knows a little bit about dancing, \"My husband has never seen me dance, so it's better to practice this song." \“

Dance belongs to a common language among various countries, roughly divided into cultural dance and martial dance, its symbol, is the utensils, Wen Yuxuan, Wu Gan pestle, as far back as the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period.

Wen and Wu Xing, have origins, get prey, and like to perform;

Martial arts dance, show fighting, fighting with people, fighting nature.

This is the most common language of the country, and the interaction between the two countries may change the lives of millions of people.

Martial arts dances are generally danced by stunning women, but the whole dance is accompanied by swords, and the killing intent can kill people in an instant.

I don't know what kind of "Thousands of Years" will be......

In the room where the wind is ringing, when you open the door, you will see a scene worthy of joy.

Feng Ming and Feng Ran had already opened their eyes, and the woman was serving on the side, and after seeing Mo Meng, she retreated slightly to the side.

Mo Meng was delighted, she knew that Feng Ming would not be so easy to have an accident, he was just tired before, so he slept for a long time.

Although she thought so, the tears in her eyes had already fallen, and she turned to wipe away her tears and chuckled.

\"I'm sorry husband, it's a good day, but I'm going to make you unhappy. \“

Wind Whistle: ......

He frowned and his forehead still hurt, but it was much easier in comparison.

He closed his eyes and recalled the situation, turned his head to look at her to the side, opened his mouth but did not speak.

Stretching out his hand, Mo Meng gently helped him up, and the woman had already poured a cup of tea.

Feng Ming nodded and drank, let out a long sigh of relief, and looked at Mo Mengdao, "I thought of something before, but I never thought about losing my mind, I worked hard for you." \“

Mo Meng didn't say much, he raised his hand and probed Feng Ming's head, his body temperature had recovered, and the heart that had been hanging could finally be released.

After a while, she said seriously, "I think my husband is missing a sword in his hand......"

Feng Ming nodded, sat on the mahogany table and let the tea drink cup by cup, I don't know why I always feel addicted, probably because I consumed too much water in the coma.

After a long time, his body recovered a lot, got up and moved a little, and looked at her on the couch of the road, "I really need a sword to cut the sword in my heart, I wonder if you have such a sword?"

Mo Meng and the others were silent, the sword in their hearts was naturally only strong enough to resist, and Feng Ming's meaning was actually to tell Feng Ran that he wanted to know something.

There are no doubts in my heart, and the sword can naturally be put down......