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Mo Yun came to the old village head's house with the two little guys in her arms.

At this moment, the old village head hadn't woken up yet, but the surviving villagers came one after another.They gathered around the two Guardians, waiting for the Guardians to tell them what to do next.

Right now, they have confirmed the safety of their companions, and the next thing to do is to wait patiently until the sleeping villagers wake up and usher in a precious reunion.

A life and death is like a big dream, in which everyone outside the dream is waiting for the moment of waking up.

When the villagers saw the strange-looking little furball, they couldn't help showing some shock in their eyes, but they didn't reject the little furball mother and child in any way.

On behalf of the whole village, Mo Hua said to Mo Ye and Li Xuan: "Thank you."

Thank you for sparing no effort to protect Mojia Village, thank you for not being afraid of danger, and never giving up on everyone.

The little hairball was still in a daze, and he still didn't react much when he saw the villagers in front of him.

However, the figures of the people reflected in his eyes were so calm that there were no waves.There was no killing, no mania, only a touch of tranquility hidden in the depths of the red eyes.

Li Xuan was very satisfied with the attitude of the villagers.

If these people dare to reject the little fur ball, he will definitely teach them a lesson, and teach them that they don't know what to do.Then, he would leave the village immediately with the little furball mother and child without any hesitation.He couldn't accept that the little furball who had been busy for so long lived in the eyes of others who questioned him.

Fortunately, the villagers didn't do that, and they didn't disappoint him.

The little clay figurine is not interested in discussing trivial matters in the village. He stretches out his hand and combs the fluff of the little fur ball with his fingers slowly.

The fluff grew too long and dragged on the ground.The little clay figurine pondered whether it would be better to cut it short or tie it up.

Maybe he should discuss it with the little furball and ask the little furball for his opinion?

However, since Mo Ye swallowed that black stone, Li Xuan hadn't had a good conversation with Little Fuqiu again.He wasn't sure how much the furball could hear and understand now.

While thinking, he turned his questioning gaze to the little furball.

At this time, the little furball seemed to sense something, and he turned his head to look at the little clay figurine.

He didn't express his opinion on whether to cut the fluff short, but let the little clay figurine comb the fluff for him.He moved slowly towards the little clay figurine, wishing he could completely cover the little clay figurine in his long fur and protect it firmly.

His mind was in a mess, and many things were in the fog, but he remembered that the little clay figurine beside him was very important, and he had to take good care of the little clay figurine.

The villagers could see Hongmu Moye's weirdness, and they could understand it, but it was no way to go on like this.

Mo Sheng thought about it for a while, and then gave a suggestion: "The mountain god is well-informed, he should know what to do."

They hope that the mountain god will have a way to restore the little furball to normal.After all, Xiao Maoqiu became what he is now in order to protect Mojia Village. Everyone sincerely hopes that he will get better as soon as possible and return to his usual life.

It is a pity that the mountain god is still in the formation, and it is estimated that the outsiders will be completely wiped out before the guardian has the opportunity to ask the mountain god how to help the little furball.

Speaking of which, this was the first time that the villagers saw a living mountain god, the god they admired so much.

They never expected that the real body of the mountain god was a fire phoenix, let alone that the mountain god was so good-looking that they couldn't take their eyes off with just one glance.

However, compared with the beautiful mountain god, the simple villagers are more concerned about the existence of the man in the hat and are more passionate.

They also heard what the mountain god said. The mountain god called the other party Mo Chengning. Mo Chengning was an irreplaceably important name in Mojia Village.

The moment they heard the name clearly, many villagers suddenly had red eyes.

Although the mountain gods are good, they are gods who live deep in the mountains and are far away.Mo Chengning was different, even though Mo Chengning's ability had long been so high that they looked up to him, Mo Chengning's surname was Mo after all, he was a nightmare, and he was from Mo's Village.

This kind of blood intimacy engraved in the bones cannot be replaced by other feelings of admiration.

So, when the villagers learned that their former neighbors had returned safely, they couldn't help wiping away their tears, but they were even more excited for Mo Chengning's arrival.

With Mo Chengning back, what will Mojia Village look like in the future, and what will their lives be like.

Mo Chengning of the "Cheng" generation gave the whole Mojia Village a backbone.They puffed up their chests, they were no longer helpless, and they were no longer afraid of losing those around them.

Right now, the situation in the village is not yet completely stable. The outsiders are still trapped in the formation and are dying. They will not bow their heads easily.

In the last period of time, Mo Chengning and the others dealt with the most difficult enemies.

The middle-aged beautiful woman's status in Li's family is not low, and she has endless ways to save her life.

As for the little boy, his existence is basically equivalent to the existence of the Zhang family, which is very important.The amount of treasures he has collected over the years is beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

In addition, people from other families have their own methods.

At the beginning they came together to suppress Mojia Village, but now, they were trapped in the big formation together and their lives were hanging by a thread.

Li Xuan also wanted to have a talk with the Mountain God and the others earlier, to solve the hidden danger of the little fur ball as soon as possible, so that the little fur ball could become the same little fur ball as before.

He believed that with Mo Chengning's insight, since he could judge the crux of the hairball at a glance, the other party probably also knew the treatment method and gave a reasonable and safe suggestion.

If it didn't work, the little clay figurine took the little fur ball to the vicinity of Mengyuan again, and tried every means to get in touch with the old man.

No matter what, Li Xuan wants to see a healthy, happy little furball.The little furball used to be stupid enough, but now it is even more stupid.

Unfortunately, Li Xuan's idea cannot be put into action immediately, he can only wait.

When the formation exhausted the life-saving means of the outsiders, when they turned into a puddle of blood and would no longer pose any threat, Li Xuan could talk to Mo Chengning and the others with peace of mind.

Therefore, the little clay figurine only asked the mountain god and the man in the bamboo hat to move faster and not waste time.

However, he hoped that their movements would be slower.

When a person is caught in a strange formation, facing a difficult and powerful enemy, he can only passively defend and be beaten.He watched helplessly as his means were exhausted, and watched himself being pushed towards death step by step.

That despair becomes infinitely long in slow time.

Li Xuan hoped that outsiders would experience such a sense of hopelessness before dying.

In the big formation, the flower in the mirror and the moon in the water showed its ferocious minions. It was like a beast chasing its prey.

It bit off their necks, tore their bodies, but left them a breath, letting them immerse themselves in the torment of pain alive.

The cruel fighting did not end until the final death came.At that time, the outsiders will be submerged in the eternal night of darkness, unable to see a single ray of light.

The ferocity of the formation made the living tremble with fear, and they wished that they could die faster and suffer less torture.

Mo Chengning glanced at the situation in the formation, and it was only a matter of time before everyone's energy was exhausted.

Right now, he has other urgent matters to attend to.

He quickly moved to the direction where the mountain god was, he wanted to talk to him, why Huo Yan couldn't speak.

However, the mountain god had a very strong opinion of him, and after leaving a word coldly at the beginning, he refused to pay attention to him again.

As soon as Mo Chengning approached, the mountain god immediately changed his position. Anyway, he was not happy, and he was too stingy to say a word to Mo Chengning.

Seeing this, Mo Chengning silently followed behind the mountain god, changing positions again and again.

If it weren't for the fact that he had to maintain a large formation right now, and couldn't give the enemy a chance to escape, he would have left here long ago with the fire cannon, and found a quiet place where they could talk at night by candlelight.

In the same way, the mountain god knows that the current situation is special and it is not the time to be angry.He just avoided the other party by a certain distance, and he didn't really stay far away from Mo Chengning.

Before the outsiders in the big formation died completely, he had to devote part of his mind to paying attention to these people at all times.

Mo Chengning confirmed Huo Yan's attitude, he no longer pressed the opponent.That being the case, he got rid of these people in the big formation as soon as possible, and then asked about the ins and outs of Huo Yan.

He no longer procrastinated, and he no longer had the idea of ​​slowly torturing these people.

Mo Chengning lowered his body, and the bamboo hat on his head fell to the ground with his movements, revealing the shocking scars on his face.

Then, he fell to the ground and turned into a huge nightmare, waving his claws at the remaining outsiders.

The big nightmare made an impressive move, the mountain god's expression froze, and his eyes finally shifted from other places to Mo Chengning.

His lips trembled slightly, he wanted to say something, but he didn't speak for a long time.

In an instant, the mountain god forgot the fact that he was still avoiding the other party, and he lightly jumped and landed on top of the giant nightmare.He stretched out his hand, stroking the scar on the other's left eye with his slender fingers.

That terrible scar ran through the entire left eye.

Mo Chengning's left eye was blind.

The mountain god lay on the back of the nightmare in a sullen manner, wrapping his arms around the nape of the other's neck: What happened all these years?

What made the handsome and delicious young talent he had been thinking about turn into a bearded one-eyed uncle.

"We've dealt with these people, let's talk?" Mo Chengning asked.

The mountain god buried his face in the back of his neck: "Okay, then move faster."

Your story, my story, tell each other the stories of each other that we have not known these years.

With the addition of giant nightmares, the deaths suddenly accelerated, one after another.

In Mo's Village, the villagers didn't get together for a long time, and the two guardians quickly made arrangements.

Mo Sheng led some villagers to patrol the village, keeping an eye on the surrounding situation at all times, just in case.Mo Hua and the rest of the villagers took care of those who were still asleep, and someone was by his side so that they could take care of them in time.

Mo Yun was arranged in several neighbors next door to them, which was relatively close to their home.

The little furball and the little clay figurines didn't get new tasks, so the guardian told them to go home and rest for a while.

Li Xuan agreed with the guardian's approach, and walked out of a painful ups and downs. The ups and downs of emotions had already made the little furball deeply tired. He believed that the little furball was already tired and sleepy.

However, there are too many responsibilities that weigh heavily on my heart, so that the little furball dare not relax even if it is tired.

Mo Ye should rest for a while.

When Li Xuan and Xiao Maoqiu were walking home, Mo Sheng, who was patrolling the village, stopped suddenly. He looked at the house in front of him, which was Mo Qi's home.

He was silent for a moment, then walked in.

Mo Qi and Mo Qi's family were all shrouded in light. They all stayed in the old village to fight and sacrificed their lives for it.

At this moment, the villagers responsible for taking care of the Mozi family have not yet come.

Mo Sheng checked the situation of other people first, and finally he opened the door and entered Mo Qi's room.

Mozzie lay in bed, motionless.

Mo Sheng stood at the head of the bed and stared at each other for a while, then he took the quilt and covered Mo Qi.

There were a lot of conflicts between the two of them, and they even fought since childhood.Mo Sheng never thought that there would be such a day before, that a person would go far away, so far away that life and death would be separated, so far that they could no longer fight.

He is the only one left here, not to mention fighting, even the quarreling people are gone.

Before Mo Sheng turned around, he knew that Mo Qi hadn't woken up, but he couldn't help but said: "When you wake up, let's fight again, we haven't decided the winner yet."

Don't keep a distance from him just because the guardian is not the guardian.

The door closed, Mo Sheng walked away, only his words remained in this room.

Similar scenes appeared in every corner of the village, and calm returned in a blink of an eye.

Li Xuan stepped into the front of the house, and unconsciously glanced at the loud formation. Mo Chengning's hands-on effect was really extraordinary.

The little clay figurine is very relieved, although the mountain god is unreliable when it comes to critical moments, but fortunately Mo Chengning plays steadily, and will not be inexplicably continuous accidents like the mountain god at critical moments.

Mo Chengning can hold the big formation, outsiders can't escape, there is only one road to death waiting for outsiders, their blood will be used to sacrifice the earth.

Even if the dead villagers come back, even if everything seems like a dream, the parting of life and death they feel will not change.The moment they die, the belief they hold in their hearts is so real.

When they wake up, the old friends are still the same, but for them, they have died once.

Li Xuan was lying on the bed, and Mo Ye was lying beside him.The long fluff of the little fur ball covers the body of the little clay figurine, covering the little clay figurine warmly.

The little clay figurine tilted its head to look at the little fur ball, the pattern between the eyebrows of the little fur ball was still shining.He couldn't help stretching out his hand to caress the mud mark, and said, "Take a break."

You are already exhausted.

Hearing this, the little furball looked at the little clay figurine for a while, then obediently closed his eyes.

Seeing the little fur ball sleeping obediently, the little clay figurine also closed his eyes.

The mud pot on the window sill, the seeds buried in the soil shook slightly, and its surface shone with a pattern that was exactly the same as the eyebrow of the little fur ball.

The thick seed coat cracked a slit, and a gleam of light flashed through the slit.

The author has something to say: Xiao Fuqiu: Daughter-in-law, I am tired

Little Mud: Comb the long fur and sleep for a while

A Nightmare Tapir: Talk?

A certain mountain god: hum~

Seed: Please love, don't forget me...