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13 years after Wei Ying's death...

Lan Zhan: "Wei Ying, wake up."

When Wei Ying got up, he would kiss Lan Zhan on the cheek every day after cultivating the illusion for 13 years. Although he couldn't touch it, he liked the process, and so did Lan Zhan.

"Bo" the sound of lips touching cheeks

Both of them were stunned... time passed... half a stick of incense...

"Wei Ying!" "Lan Zhan!"

Wei Ying looked straight at Lan Zhan, "Am I?..."

Lan Zhan did the same: "I met..."

This feeling is too strange, and I haven't felt it again in 13 years.But they are too familiar, the two have been together day and night since birth, Wei Ying's temperature has long been carved into Lan Zhan's bones.

Like all lovers reunited after a long absence, Wei Ying rushed towards them and hugged each other tightly, as if wanting to rub each other into his body.Lan Zhanhong eye-framed, all the expectations, anxieties, fears, fears and pains that dare not be said in the past 13 years have been rubbed into this hug, without a word, and no one wants to say a word to disturb this real life. The warmth of hugging.

After half an hour, Wei Ying finally said, "Did you give me spiritual energy?"

Although Lan Zhan let go of his embrace, he tightly held Wei Ying's hand in his palm and kept rubbing his thumbs: "Not today, do you feel unwell?"

Wei Ying moved his shoulders and looked around: "I don't feel anything, it's no different from when I was a ghost..."

Lan Zhan: "Wei Ying!"

As soon as the words fell, before Wei Ying could finish the last word, he felt his body being pulled hard by something, sucking him into a bottomless black hole as if it was going to tear him apart.

What happened before Lan Zhan's eyes was that Wei Ying's hand suddenly turned into an illusion again. The difference was that this time the illusion became more and more blurred and gradually became transparent. Protruding, fingers turning white, nails that were originally neat and not long were embedded in the palm of the hand, and blood was drawn out: "Wei Ying!"

Wei Ying, disappeared, after a hug that spanned life and death 13 years later...disappeared...not even a trace of hair left, where to go.

Later, according to Jingyi, Hanguang-jun was wearing a thin undergarment, without wiping his forehead, and ran like a madman with "Bichen" barefoot to every corner of Yunshen, not even the bottom of the cold spring. Let it go, no one in the family can stop him from chasing him. In the end, Sizhui hugged Hanguang-jun's thigh and cried "Father" and was dragged away for a long time. A hand knife knocked him unconscious from behind before taking him back.

The day before Wei Ying disappeared, Mojiazhuang...

"Eat!" A bowl of lukewarm noodle soup with two vegetable leaves floating on it was thrown into Mo Xuanyu's room near the latrine. Because the throw was too heavy, more than half of the soup spilled out.

Compared to three years ago, Mo Xuanyu has grown a lot taller, but he is still skinny and his complexion is becoming more and more ugly.

Mo Xuanyu: "A-Tong, I'm sick, I... want to see my father."

The servant named A Tong frowned with reluctance on his face: "Eat! What a lot of nonsense! The master doesn't want to see you! If the wife didn't save your life, the master would have thrown you out of the house long ago. Is it the young master?!"

Mo Xuanyu sighed: "A-Tong, I, time is running out, I want to see my father."

A-Tong: "I'm here to bring you food, hurry up and give me the bowl after eating! I want to see the master crawl away by himself!"

Mo Xuanyu took out a piece of silver that Lan Zhan had left for him from under the pillow: "A-Tong, I'm sorry to trouble you."

"Bang" the door was kicked open from the outside

"Mo Xuanyu~ is he dead?!"

A-Tong turned around and hurriedly bent down to pay respects: "Young Master."

The one who broke in was Mo Ziyuan, the son-in-law who had been killed by the housekeeper before.

Mo Ziyuan: "What is he holding in his hand?"

A-Tong quickly explained: "Before the young master came in, this little bastard wanted to buy me with money to take him to see the master. How could A-Tong be bribed by him when he was always sincere? Just as he was about to reprimand him, you came here, young master."

Mo Ziyuan strode over and snatched the silver from Mo Xuanyu's hand: "Where did this silver come from?!"

Mo Xuanyu's body is thin, not as strong as Mo Ziyuan, who has grown up with delicacies all year round. Although he clutched the silver with all his might, he snatched it away effortlessly, and replied, "Give it to the immortal."

Mo Ziyuan: "Immortal? Heh, I see that you stole it!" Turning around, he told A-Tong: "Go call A-Ding and the others, tie them with a rope and beat them! Today I will discipline this little boy for my parents. brute!"

A-Tong came up with a sinister idea: "Young master, there is no need for the rope. He is so weak that he can't run away. If he can hide twice, you will have more fun playing it."

Mo Ziyuan lowered his eyes to look at Mo Xuanyu, who was more than half skinny than himself: "It makes sense! Bring me something you can get."

Ever since he said that Mo Xuanyu was stealing, Mo Xuanyu didn't justify a single word, because since Master Mo and Mo Ziyuan recovered from their illnesses, the nature of this family has not changed at all, instead it has become worse.

Mrs. Mo told the old man that the fairy envoy from Gusu came to seal the Tiannv temple, saved the old man's life, and found the culprit, saying that it was because Mo Xuanyu's horoscope was extremely yin and evil that he brought bad luck to the male family.

From then on, Master Mo didn't care about this bastard, knowing that the whole family was bullying Mo Xuanyu and acquiesced in doing so, thinking that after all, he was his own son so he couldn't just kill him directly, so he let them torture and torture him and maybe he died. The fortune of the family will also improve.

But Mo Xuanyu was kind by nature, and he always thought of his father's love for him in the past, and wanted to see him one more time before he passed away, so as to end the fate between father and son.

Seeing Mo Ziyuan's posture, Mo Xuanyu thought to himself: Immortal Wei, I hope I can take care of my body well. You are the ancestor of Yiling, so you must have a way to go back to Gusu.

Before he could finish his thoughts, he was forcibly dragged by Mo Ziyuan to the courtyard, outside, Mo Ziyuan let go and threw him to the ground. The servants in the family immediately surrounded him, and A-Tong hurriedly handed it to Mo Ziyuan. A cane, Mo Ziyuan raised the whip and lashed at Mo Xuanyu with all his strength: "I let you steal it! You low-spirited bastard! Your low-spirited mother stole my father! My mother wants to keep you!" Tone! How dare you steal my money!"

Mo Xuanyu's body was covered in blood from the beating, and his pain was already numb. Looking at the wounds all over his body, he thought to himself: Let's just do it today, this blood is just right for setting up the formation.For Xianren Wei, Xuanyu repays his kindness by mutilating his body.

Because the sound of beating and scolding was too loud, Mrs. Mo and Mr. Mo in the front hall were attracted. Seeing her son beating Mo Xuanyu, Mrs. Mo hurried over and hugged her son's hand: "Mother's heart, what kind of rattan is that?" Crude! It will hurt your hands!"

Seeing the two of them approaching, Mo Xuanyu said, "Father."

Master Mo looked at the bastard in the pool of blood in disgust: "Go into the house if you are not dead, don't come out to embarrass yourself!" After speaking, he shook his sleeves and left.

Mo Ziyuan kicked the person on the ground: "It's your fate! You brought in your parents. A-Tong! Get him in the house! Don't dirty the yard!"

A-Tong called two more servants, and together they dragged Mo Xuanyu into the house, without even putting him on the bed, just threw him on the ground and turned to leave.Thinking of the noodles on the table, A-Tong turned back and said, "Unlucky!" He turned the bowl upside down on the table, then picked up the empty bowl and chopsticks: "If you want to eat, figure out a way for yourself, don't delay me doing the dishes."

After the excruciatingly painful farce ended, Mo Xuanyu lay on the ground with tears streaming down his ears. He was going to die. Although he was not afraid, he felt sad for his situation in the past ten years. It's been so rough, I don't know if there will be reincarnation after the sacrifice.He doesn't want to be a human anymore.

Counting his past for more than ten years in his mind, around the time of Hai, after everyone in the mansion had rested, Mo Xuanyu got up dragging his wounds all over his body, and found out from under the bed what he had written down according to what Tiannu Wu said. notes.

With the blood of the unhealed wound on his fingers, he drew a formation on the ground. This formation is strange and eccentric. It took him half a night to complete the painting of his mortal life without immortal bones.

Sit cross-legged in the formation, ready to recite the mantra.The thoughts of the dying person always flashed suddenly. When the contract was finally concluded, he thought of the humiliation he had suffered in the Mo family all these years, and the hatred came from it: "...using blood as a medium, using life as a match, and drawing the spirit to the upper body The Miemo Mansion is full of families, and Mo Xuanyu is here to welcome Yiling Patriarch!"

After finishing speaking, Mo Xuanyu fell to the ground like a dead body without breathing...

At noon the next day, Mo Mansion...

Ah Tong came in to deliver lunch: "Cut, you're very ambitious! Don't you like eating the ones on the table?!" After speaking, seeing Mo Xuanyu lying in a pool of blood without moving, he went over and kicked him: "Don't Play dead! Tell me! Where did you hide all the money you took yesterday?!"

Wei Ying's ears were still ringing: Greetings to Yiling Patriarch... Silver?What silver?I just dreamed that I could kiss Lan Zhan.

He said, "Lan Zhan, why are you kicking me?" As soon as the voice came out, Wei Ying was startled: whose voice is this? !When he opened his eyes, he saw a dimly lit room. There was a pair of feet standing on the ground next to his head. Looking up, there was an unfamiliar face, but it was very annoying, and his mouth was opening and closing, saying something filthy. sentence.

Ah Tong scolded for a long time but didn't get a response: "MD, it seems that I made you foolish." He turned around and put the noodle soup on the table, and went out with the bowl.

Wei Ying also cursed: "MD! Was sacrificed?!"