The heroine who wears a book, her character is broken

The two walked around Pingtan City for a while, and Mo Cizhu bought a lot of gadgets and planned to take them back to give to his brothers and sisters.

Mo Ciwan followed behind her, listening to her buy it for everyone.

When it was getting dark, the two went back, and Mo Cizhu sent out the gifts one by one as soon as he went back.

The senior sisters saw the dragon horn on her head and wanted to touch it curiously, but Mo Cizhu avoided it.

"Senior Sister, don't touch it. It's fake. If you touch it, it will be gone." Listening to her serious nonsense, Mo Ciwan raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

"Fake? How did you do it?"

"I won't tell you, if I tell you, I'm not the only one." Mo Cizhu blinked playfully, and then ran away.

As for whether they really saw it or believed her nonsense, Mo Cizhu couldn't control it.

When going back, Mo Ciwan reached out and pinched her dragon horn: "Skin."

Mo Cizhu pouted: "Anyway, they will soon know."

Wen Yan Mo Ciwan's hands froze: "What does Zhu'er want to do?"

Mo Cizhu turned around and hugged Mo Ciwan's waist: "Sister, I'm a demon, my mother's life is uncertain, my father died to protect me, I have to go back."

Her tone was low, and Mo Ciwan did understand all these words, but she still felt uncomfortable.

Fei Jian returned to the courtyard of the two, and Mo Ciwan remained silent all the way.

"Wait, wait until the Mo family is fine..." Mo Cizhu hesitated and said to Mo Ciwan, but it was still difficult to say the word leave.

Mo Ciwan stretched out his index finger to her lips: "Okay, I get it, Zhu'er should go back."

Now Mo Cizhu looked at her in surprise: "Sister, I'm sorry, but I have to go back."

She whispered, she has already occupied this body, and she has to do something more for her, and the blurred scene in her memory always makes her feel very uncomfortable.

Although he knew that the scene of Bai An sending her away from the Yaozu and being killed was actually the memory of the original owner, but he still felt uncomfortable. Mo Cizhu could empathize with that strong fatherly love.

It's just that every time she dreams, she doesn't tell anyone else.

Mo Ciwan's hand around her waist slightly exerted force: "Zhu'er has her own business, of course my sister understands, Zhu'er just remembers that the Mo family is your backing at all times."

Mo Cizhu hugged Mo Ciwan tightly: "Yes! Sister is the best."

Reluctantly and dotingly, she rested her chin on Mo Cizhu, and traced her fingertips along her back: "What's Zhu'er's plan?"

"I asked the demon king to bring [-] demon clansmen to pick me up in person. If the cards are not enough, I won't go back." Mo Cizhu raised his chin proudly.

Mo Ciwan couldn't think of anything that Zheliu could think of, a warmth flashed in her eyes, she deserves everyone's kindness to her.

"The Mo family will be fine." Mo Ciwan assured her.

"Okay." Mo Cizhu rubbed her obediently.

"Sister, let me make hot pot for you, just you." Mo Cizhu still remembers that the last time he had hot pot was not Mo Ciwan.

"Okay." Mo Ciwan responded gently with eyebrows.

The two poured out the ingredients together, and then ate the hot pot. Mo Cizhu put a lot of peppers today, his lips were red and his eyes were watery.

Seeing her like that, Mo Ciwan couldn't help laughing. It's been a long time since he saw her with teary eyes.

After eating, Mo Cizhu took Mo Ciwan to her Shuilian Cave: "Sister, this place will be handed over to you from now on, don't let the little animals come in and occupy it, I don't allow the Mo family to have more than me." Bear boy who is still bear!"

"Okay." Mo Ciwan responded to her warmly, raising his hand to form a barrier.

Only then was Mo Cizhu satisfied, and he yawned and lay down on her bed: "Eat and drink enough to sleep~"

"Go to sleep." Mo Ciwan sat on the edge of the bed and looked at her.

"Sister, sleep together." Mo Cizhu took Mo Ciwan's hand, smiling and acting like a baby.

The corner of Mo Ciwan's mouth lightly raised: "Well, good."

After speaking, he followed Mo Cizhu's movements and lay down, reached out and hugged her into his arms, resting his chin on her shoulder.

Mo Cizhu yawned and fell asleep.

He pinched her earlobe with his fingertips, Mo Ciwan's mouth slightly turned up, and he didn't intend to say what he thought for the time being.

When Mo Cizhu woke up, it was already mid-moon, and Mo Ciwan was hugging her tightly with his eyes closed, but the strength in his arms was not weak at all.

Quietly looking at Mo Ciwan's side face, no matter how many times I look at Mo Cizhu, I just want to feel the 360-degree appearance with no dead ends.

Thinking that he would not be able to see it in the future, Mo Cizhu felt very uncomfortable.

"What is Zhu'er looking at?" Mo Ciwan opened his eyes, and pinched her hand that was rubbing his chin.

Mo Cizhu's face blushed, he was caught peeping, he felt embarrassed.

She stuck out her tongue: "Sister, is she pretty?"

Playing hooligans with confidence.

"Let, what does Zhu'er want to see?" Mo Ciwan asked her teasingly.

"Ah, it's midnight, sister, teach me how to practice sword." Mo Cizhu looked at Mo Ciwan with a smile.

"Okay." Mo Ciwan responded in a warm voice.

Beside the waterfall on the back mountain of Mo's house, under the moonlight in the middle of the night, a woman in a white shirt and a girl in a blue gauze skirt intertwined, the sword in her hand intersected with the bamboo stick, and her figure was elegant.

But it can still be seen that the girl in the cyan gauze skirt has lost the wind, and there are fine beads of sweat on Mo Cizhu's forehead.

She gritted her teeth and pointed at Mo Ciwan's flying sword. Even though it was not her natal flying sword, it was extremely powerful in Mo Ciwan's hands.

Mo Ciwan's flying sword came towards her lazily, Mo Cizhu took a breath, his mind went blank, just when Mo Ciwan was considering whether to stop, the person in front of her left only an afterimage , The dog-beating stick hit the ground, Mo Cizhu flipped backwards, and then bounced the bamboo stick in his hand towards Mo Ciwan.

A flash of astonishment flashed in his eyes, followed by a look of extremely satisfied appreciation. Zhu'er never sticks to forms and moves in the battle, and sometimes she is caught off guard.

Seeing this, Mo Cizhu took advantage of the situation and held the dog-beating stick again to block Mo Ciwan's sword. When countless sword shadows came towards her, Mo Cizhu gritted his teeth and did not retreat, leaving the dog-beating stick in his hand behind. A series of cyan shadows and a wall of bamboo shadows blocked Mo Ciwan's sword shadow.

At the same time, Mo Cizhu went up with the sword, then suddenly went down, and swung the bamboo stick in his hand towards Mo Ciwan from behind.

Mo Ciwan raised the corner of his mouth, and the flying sword blocked the blow. At the same time, the transparent barrier blocked the ice blade Mo Cizhu threw at her.

This blow exhausted all the aura in Mo Cizhu's body, and Mo Ciwan dodged before she landed, and hugged her in his arms.

"So desperately?" One arm wrapped around her waist, and the other hand scraped her nose.

"Hey, I want to know how far I can do it. I have always practiced alone, and I don't know if it is just a show." Mo Cizhu stuck out his tongue.

Mo Ciwan hugged her and landed on the ground: "Zhu'er is very powerful, and ordinary monks in the middle stage of fusion can't beat you. If you try your best, monks at the peak of fusion can't kill you."

Leaning in Mo Ciwan's arms, Mo Cizhu, who was delicate and soft, pouted: "So weak."

"Not weak anymore." Mo Ciwan was helpless. She had to live a new life and have inheritance to have such a fast practice speed. Zhu'er's talent is already high enough. In her previous life, she was at Zhu'er's age at about the same level. , are called rare geniuses.

Mo Cizhu meditated to restore her spiritual power, and Mo Ciwan also meditated next to her, and it was already sunrise when Mo Cizhu finished meditating.

Stretching his waist, he hurriedly dragged Mo Ciwan to look for something to eat.

At this time, the demon king in the demon clan also got the news of Mo Cizhu, and naturally knew her request.

The man sitting on the throne of the demon king, with dark eyes hiding unpredictable emotions, holds a huge sword in his right hand, the blade is cold and dark, exuding a chilling chill.

The man was dressed in a black robe, and what was wrapped around his waist was not a belt, but a pitch-black snake, which was being painted with letters at the moment, and it was a bit scary torn.

The demon king's face was stern, and compared with Yun Yang's enchanting face, it was obviously more masculine, and a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"She asked me to meet her in person? Do I have to bring ten thousand monsters to support her?" The demon king chuckled.

Zhe Liu could feel the coldness and powerful spiritual pressure emanating from him.

"Back to the Demon King, the young master really said so." Zhe Liu said with difficulty under pressure.

"Hahahahahaha!" I thought the Demon King would be furious, but I didn't expect the Supreme Demon Race on the Demon King's throne to laugh suddenly, and all the spiritual pressure on Zhe Liu's body dissipated.

"Very good, as expected of Wenfeng's daughter, she has her demeanor." The Demon King stood up.

"Lead [-] demon generals and follow me to Mo's house to welcome the young master back to the demon clan."

Zhe Liu heaved a sigh of relief, but felt his heart tremble. Except for the ten thousand demon generals who had seen such a mighty battle when the Lord subdued the demon clan, he had never seen it since the demon clan stabilized.

"Yes!"

Mo Cizhu, who is idle at Mo's house every day, doesn't know how much commotion she caused.

However, after receiving the news from Zheliu that the demon king would come to pick her up in person, Mo Cizhu touched his chin, no, the demons haven’t done anything yet, if there is no movement after the demon king arrives, she will always You can't let the demon king wait for her, can you?

It is enough to pluck the hair on the tiger's buttocks once, and the second time she has to wait until she is stronger than the tiger, and then kill her directly.

Thinking about it, Mo Cizhu decided to take the initiative to make trouble, anyway, the Mo family was also preparing to fight back.

It's better to just burn a fire.

Mo Cizhu ordered Zheliu's men to take the weakest member of the demon clan directly, after all, the bigger the noise, the better, and sent someone to pretend to be an innocent mortal to be killed by the demon clan.

The plan was exceptionally successful, and the entire Mo family, including some small families in Pingtan City under the protection of the Mo family, were also indignant, and quickly began to clean up the surrounding demons, turning defense into offense.

It was when Mo Cizhu received the feedback that he heard that another wave of people was cooperating with their actions.

As soon as I thought about it, I knew it was Mo Ciwan's person.

Mo Cizhu, who was sitting on the edge of the cliff, heard the movement behind him, turned around, and looked at Mo Ciwan: "Sister, how do you know what Zhu'er wants to do?"

Mo Ciwan pinched her dragon horns: "I will think what Zhuer thinks, it's not hard to guess."

Quietly squatting down, and freed her horn from Mo Ciwan's hands, Mo Cizhu smiled, and she will rarely hide anything from Mo Ciwan later.

Besides, the fact that the demon king was coming to pick her up couldn't be concealed, that high-profile demon king had already announced to the whole cultivation world that he was coming to pick her up, the young master, back to the demon clan.

Sighing, I don't know what will happen after returning to the Yaozu.

The author has something to say: the article is a relatively slow one, after all, it takes time for the prodigal son to become enlightened, and the third watch is over