A five-year-old junior sister, she is the group favorite of four crazy critics

Chapter 348 Mo Yan: Life and death, in one thought

The woman still didn't answer, her eyes vacant and blank.

If this woman hadn't spoken just now, Qi Youqing would have asked her if she could speak.

After asking a few more questions, the result was the same. Even under the guidance of the power of the spirit of speech, the woman did not answer a word.

At most, he could repeat a few words about Cang Yan Sect.

Mo Yan: "To stay, or not to stay?"

Bei Wan stood on tiptoe and raised his hands: "Stay!"

Mo Yan and Qi Youqing both looked at the little guy.

In fact, neither of them wanted to stay.

The little guy retracted his hand weakly, pursed his lips, his movements were a little cautious, and asked tentatively in a childish little voice: "No, can't it be done?"

"can."

"But she is a woman and we are both men. It is not convenient to take care of her. Besides..."

"It's not that she has no offensive capabilities, her mental state is unstable, and she is too dangerous."

Qi Youqing looked back at the woman.

The clothes are in tatters, and the blood stains on the body are much cleaner under the action of the cleaning technique. The clothes are messy and can be changed, and the blood stains can be washed.

Only the woman's current state cannot be changed. It can even be said that it is like an alchemy furnace that can explode at any time, and no one can control it.

"If you like this kind of sister, senior brother can go down the mountain and find some for you."

On this matter, Mo Yan rarely quarreled with Qi Youqing, but united the front.

She saw two senior brothers trying to persuade her.

Bei Wan looked at the motionless woman sitting on the bed, feeling tangled in his heart.

"If you like it, stay here! What are you afraid of!"

A figure as tall as a shining sun stepped into the room. The man bent down and picked up the little guy who was still hesitating and thinking.

The rough and generous hands pinched the little guy's cheek, and the golden eyes of the three-legged golden crow showed unconditional support.

He turned his head and passed by Qi Youqing and others, his eyes no longer as gentle as before.

"Aren't you just afraid of hurting the cub? I'll watch! Is it possible?"

Qi Youqing nodded, saluted respectfully, and then said: "It would be great if senior takes care of me."

Mo Yan also lowered his head and saluted, expressing his agreement.

The three-legged Golden Crow waved his hand: "Everything for the sect's test has been prepared. The rest of you juniors can go and do your work! I'll watch from here."

Qi Youqing and Mo Yan turned and left.

I could vaguely hear the three-legged Golden Crow saying softly and proudly: "Baby, there is no need to admire uncle..."

Qi Youqing's eyelashes drooped slightly, covering the look in his eyes.

"Qi Youqing, come here."

He turned around and saw Mo Yan walking towards the woods not far away.

Qi Youqing stepped up to follow.

The young man jumped up and sat firmly on a thick tree trunk, leaning against the tree trunk. His unicorn-patterned clothes hung down and were blown by the wind, making him look domineering and lifelike.

The leaves were swaying, and the young man looked straight at the horizon in the distance, but for some reason he felt drifting and lonely.

"What's the matter?" Qi Youqing asked.

The young man sitting on the tree trunk was not in a hurry to answer. He sat with his knees bent, his arms on his knees, his chin supported by his long and well-joined fingers, his clear eyes looking directly at Qi Youqing, blinking twice and asked:

"Senior brother, do you know a little too much lately?"

The wind blew, and the young man who had always been arrogant and arrogant turned out to be a little eccentric at this time, with a harmless look on his face, like a child.

Qi Youqing lowered his eyes and raised his hand to tighten his cloak. A layer of light flashed on the plain cloak, blocking the blowing wind.

"what do you know?"

Mo Yan yawned, stretched, jumped down from the tree, looked at his frail, cold and beautiful little senior brother, and chuckled:

"It doesn't matter, I won't die, so don't worry about me all the time. It's a time of employment in the sect. Just have me as a spare person. Don't add another sick person."

The young man in black strode forward. He didn't look back, he just raised his hand and waved casually.

"Senior brother, don't worry! I, Mo Yan, will die vigorously!"

"It's such a shame to die quietly like a mouse!"

The shadows of the trees were mottled, and the boy was walking at the junction of light and shadow, half light and half dark.

Very much like his fate.

Life and death, in one thought.

……

The ninth day of March is the time when major sects in the world of immortality begin testing and recruiting disciples.

And it will last for half a month.

It looks like tomorrow will be the time when Cangyan Sect begins to recruit disciples for the first time.

Since this was the first time to recruit disciples and expand the sect on such a large scale, the entire sect was visibly busy.

Even Master Yan Fengmian, who was hiding (escaped), was taken out.

What a joke, Cangyan Sect has been recruiting disciples for the first time to expand the sect for so long. Can the leader of the sect come out and say a few words?

Qian Yue was the main force, and Yan Ci and others took action to force Yan Fengmian out of seclusion.

The only one that is relatively clean is the fifth peak.

Bei Wan ran over holding a gold-plated black gauze dress. Although there was a faint smile on her face, she could feel that she was very happy.

"Sister Abao! New clothes!"

The little girl raised the clothes tray in her hand high, her eyes as bright as stars.

Bei Wan was wearing a new version of his disciple uniform, looking smart and steady.

The gilt red color is the base color, which is bold and grand, and the silvery white and light green is the embellishment, which is not vulgar but charming.

The waist is tightened, concise and generous, and she wears milky-white mutton-fat jade with complex and obscure patterns. There is a small fur ball at the bottom of the jade pendant, which sways gently as the little guy moves around, making it a little more cute.

This disciple uniform is exactly the disciple uniform of Cang Yan Sect a hundred years ago.

In the past, Yan Fengmian always felt that he and several of his disciples were not officially admitted to the Cang Yan Sect after all, so the disciple uniforms simply used the one he designed.

But now that they know what happened to Cang Yan Sect back then, Cang Yan Sect has also begun to recruit new disciples to expand the sect, and now it is time to use the former Cang Yan Sect's real disciples.

Simply put, that is.

When there are few people, it is said that Fengmian is in trouble and ugly is ugly.

But now that there are more people, it’s better to go more formally.

But Bei Wan feels that Master’s previous design is still more beautiful!

However, the fourth senior brother said that she might be used to being ugly, and she was just not used to being ugly.

The woman lowered her head, seemingly at a loss.

The exquisite and prominent facial features are like decorations. There are no too drastic movements, and they are as beautiful as an elegant vase.

Especially those silver-gray eyes, which were like fallen stars, unstained by the dust of the world, staring at Bei Wan with concentration and attachment.

After the woman finished dressing, Bei Wan asked her to sit down.

Bei Wan reached out and combed the woman's dark hair.

Although the little guy has never combed anyone else's hair, he has talent and can easily do a slightly complicated bun.

There may be a genetic factor, just follow your father.

After dressing up, the woman was already a stunningly beautiful being, just like an proud plum that swayed in the wind on a snowy night but never broke.

Bei Wan nodded with satisfaction. Sister Abao could indeed be more beautiful.

After spending two days together recently, she could feel that Sister Abao really liked her.

He would even protect her.

It's strange to say that Sister Abao obviously doesn't have any spiritual power fluctuations, but when it comes to protecting her, she can be on a par with Uncle Panzi.

Bei Wan thought that he might not be able to accompany Sister Abao tomorrow, so he simply took out a few dolls, and several small and exquisite formation drawings appeared and were inserted into these dolls.

There is her breath and her voice in it, plus A Bao is more obedient to her words. With a few dolls accompanying him, there won't be much noise.

Bei Wan packed up everything and got up to go to the main peak to meet Master and others.

She didn't notice it at all. After she handed the doll with the wave formation to Abao, Abao kept staring at the doll.

The door closed, leaving the woman alone.

The drooped head was raised again, and the silver-gray eyes no longer looked blank and looked clear.

"Abao..."

Yi Anlan rubbed the little doll in her hand, "No one has called me that for a long time."

She raised her eyes and looked around again.

Although the little guy is young, the house is orderly and not messy at all.

Thinking of the little guy and her two short days together, Yi Anlan admitted that this little guy was quite capable.

From picking her back up, to keeping her here against all odds, to taking good care of her.

It's hard not to like.

Yi Anlan raised his eyes and looked into the water mirror.

The dress with gilt black gauze is exactly what she likes. Dressed in black lining, she looks calm and confident, with a bit of laziness and dominance in her eyebrows. Her hairstyle is exquisite and elegant, and the hair accessories made of pure gold are just perfect for her. When you look up, it's not vulgar but noble.

Of all the disciples her father had accepted, this little disciple was the only one who could do well.