Article 149

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After a long time, Mo Ran's mood slowed down a bit, he lowered his head, his long hair fell down on the side of his face, covering half of his face.

The ink burned: "...I'm sorry."

Shi Mo couldn't see his face clearly, but only saw his shoulders trembling, his fingers squeezed into fists, and the meridians on the back of his hands were light blue.

After all, the fifteen-year-old boy was still too childish. He endured it for a while, and finally couldn't help it. He sat curled up, hugged his knees and buried his head in tears. The voice was broken and hoarse, intermittent, with madness and confusion, pain and sadness.

He burst into tears, and what he repeated over and over in his mouth were only a few words——

"I just want to have a family... For the past fifteen years, I really... really just want to have a family... Why do you look down on me... Why do you look down on me like this... Why, why do you all look down on me I……"

He cried for a long time, and the teacher accompanied him and sat for a long time.

When the ink burned enough to cry, the teacher handed him a white handkerchief, and brought the cold red oil to copy his hands.

The teacher said warmly: "Don't say any more stupid things like starving to death or not starving to death. Since you have returned to the peak of death and life and worshiped under the master's door, you are my junior brother. I have lost my parents since I was a child. If you want, Just treat me like family. Come, let's eat."

"..."

"I made this chasing hand. Even if you don't appreciate Master's face, you should reward my face, right?" Shi Mo slightly bent his mouth, scooped up a crystal clear and plump chasing hand, and handed it to Mo Ran's lips "Let's have a taste."

Mo Ran's eyes were still red, eyes full of water vapor, looking at the person by the bed, finally let go, and let the gentle boy feed the food.

In fact, the bowl of chao shou was already completely cold and over-soaked, missing the best time to eat it.

But at that moment, in the candlelight, it was this bowl of food sent from a long distance, accompanied by that magnificent face with gentle eyes, engraved in my heart in an instant. Life and death, never forget.

It probably started that night.

He hated Shizun more and more, and it was from that day that he firmly believed that Shi Mo was the most important person in his life.

After all, people are greedy for warmth.

Especially the bereaved dogs who have been terribly frozen will tremble when they see salt being sprinkled, fearing that the snowflakes will fall, fearing that the severe winter will come.

Ta Xianjun looks beautiful, but only he knows it in his heart.

In fact, he is really just a wandering wild dog. This wild dog has been looking for a place to curl up, a place that can be called "home", but he has been looking for fifteen years, no matter what. Can't find it.

Therefore, his love and hatred became very simple and ridiculous——

Someone gave him a club and he hated it.

Someone gave him a bowl of broth and he fell in love.

There is only so much interest.

Chapter 60 I discovered a secret

Immortal spells were applied to the boat, and it sailed very quickly, arriving at the port of Yangzhou in the early morning of the second day. At the entrance to the port, there are already fairy envoys to meet them, and several horses are stationed there.

Everyone had breakfast at the dock, and the Feathermen didn't need to eat, so they sat by the ferry and closed their eyes to rest. It was just dawn at this time, and there were not many merchants and pedestrians coming and going, but the boatmen had already got up, gathered in groups of three or four to drink porridge and eat steamed buns, and from time to time they would inquire about them with curious eyes.

The stout men in brown clothes sipped porridge and rice, and the voices of discussions drifted into Mo Ran's ears sporadically.

"Hey, I know their clothes. These are people from the lower cultivation world."

"The lower cultivation world is so far away, and you don't often communicate with our sect here, how do you know?"

"Look at the coat of arms on their wrist armor. Is it exactly the same as the one on the Night Tour God?"

"You're talking about the kind of exorcism wooden armor?" Someone glanced at Xue Meng's cuff, biting the pickle, and exclaimed, "Oh, it's really true. Who made that night wandering god? ?”

"I heard that it was made by Elder Yuheng, the peak of death and life."

"Who is this elder Yuheng? Is he as powerful as our Gu Yueye's head Jiang?"

"Hey, I don't know, who can tell me about the cultivators?"

The boatmen spoke Su Yinzhong, and Mo Ran could not understand them well, but Chu Wanning could understand what these people were talking about. He knew that the night tour god he made had been successfully sold among the people, and he couldn't help but feel relieved. So I planned to make more light and easy-to-use wooden oxen and horses after I went back, and do some good deeds.

It was too early, and the group of people rushed to the front of Jiuhua Mountain in less than two hours. At this time, it was still early, and the sun was just hanging high in the winter. Thousands of golden rays were like silk veils falling, soaking the snow on the mountain peaks, shining brilliantly. Glittering. On the foot of the peak, hundreds of ancient cypresses and green pines stand in the frost all the year round, like a hermit with downcast sleeves and eyes, quietly standing on both sides of the mountain road.

At the top of Jiuhua Peak, ordinary people call it "non-human", but it is not a lie.

The Featherman blew three whistles at the foot of the mountain, and a golden bird with colorful feathers flew down from the snow-capped foothills. The crowd followed the guidance of the golden bird, all the way to the west, and came to a curtain of swift and turbulent waterfalls.

"Immortals, please step back first."

The leading Featherman stood first, twirling flowers with five fingers, and silently recited a spell. Suddenly, she gathered her vermilion lips and exhaled lightly into the wind. A fire dragon leaped out of the sky and hit the waterfall directly, splitting the water curtain in half!

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