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Pretending to mention a word, Wu Mochen was very pleasantly surprised, and immediately promised to send tomato seeds after the rainy day, probably in his opinion, the little clan Wuken planting things in the Shahai Garden must have kept the idea for a long time.

Ning Miao roughly understood that Master Xianjun made a series of comparisons with a strong sense of disobedience. Although he didn't understand the reason, his small proposal of tomato seeds seemed to please Wu Mochen.

After the meal, a servant brought hot water for the master to wash in the heavy rain. Ning Miao did nothing, lost all five senses, felt a little irritable, felt dizzy after soaking her feet, and her eyelids were heavier than ever. Ning Miao secretly thought to herself I was startled, it seemed that I hadn't had a big meeting just after waking up, but I was so sleepy and panicked in a blink of an eye.

Wen Yu helped the priest who was in a trance to rest on the bed, and Wu Mochen personally opened the thin quilt and covered the little clan witch.

Ning Miao felt someone gently stroking her forearm that was exposed outside the quilt. The movement was gentle, like some kind of comfort, and sleepiness hit her, and Ning Miao fell into a deep sleep very quickly.

Wu Mochen sat by the bed, looking at the little clan witch who was still sleeping on the bed.

At some point, Wen Ge appeared.

"Who did the father send?" Wu Mochen asked without looking back.

Wen Ge said lightly, "East Palace."

When Wu Mochen heard the news, he was completely calm, with a complicated expression on his face, "Oh? My top brother is willing to set foot in the territory of the city. It's really hard for him."

Wen Ge glanced at the sleeping little man on the bed, "See you now?"

"No time, let him wait." Wu Mochen leaned over, rubbed the brows of the little clan witch lightly in his sleep with his long fingers, and said in a deep voice, "Nothing is more important than A Miao."

Wen Ge sneered, not caring about Wu Mochen's sudden black face, "He's not Qing Miao."

"Of course he is!" Wu Mochen tried his best to suppress the tyrannical anger, his eyes were red and seemed to bleed, "Uncle Jing used his original power to call him back, there is nothing wrong."

I have been a servant for many years, and I have seen with my own eyes the blow to the little master by the death of the priest Qingluan. In the past 500 years, His Royal Highness Xiaosi's obsession has not faded in the slightest, but has become increasingly sinister. It all depends on what the man said when he was dying. Unnecessary promises hang on, so that the little master lives in a remote place, unable to improve his cultivation.

"Mo'er, why are you deceiving yourself and others." Wen Ge sighed, hating that iron cannot be made into steel, "Using the spirit chasing technique without authorization, I'm afraid you will be disappointed in the end."

Wu Mochen's eyes turned cold, he tore off the ruby ​​hair crown and threw it on the ground, his long bright red hair spread out, looking crazy, "A Miao will never lie to me, never lie to me..."

Hearing the song, he knew that he couldn't be persuaded by the demonic obstacle. He was only worried that if he failed in chasing the spirit, the little master would experience the scene of Qing Miao dying in front of him again, and he was afraid that it would be difficult to maintain his rationality.

Averting his gaze, the ferocious old orc stopped talking.

Who has never had a dream, Ning Miao has had a lot of dreams, today this dream is gone, like watching a TV series, unexpectedly it continues the previous episode, and there is a summary of the previous story.

Ever since he saw Qing Miao come out of the bath with half fruit (naked), His Royal Highness Xiao Si of the Huang Clan opened his eyes, and tried his best to stalk the white-clothed priest, confessing countless confessions in secret, but it is a pity that Qing Miao ignored them all, and still acted like a crow shorter than himself. Mo Chen is a little kid, and Qing Miao laughed so hard several times when he heard the other party say "I like you" without any pretentiousness.

Wu Mochen was so angry that he ignored the objections of his father and Uncle Wen, insisted on going his own way, and broke into the Kongzhi Gate of the Phoenix Clan privately with the help of inspiration. Shui Jing and Wen Ge teamed up to rescue Wu Mochen by means against the heavens.

It can be considered that His Royal Highness Xiaosi of the Huang Clan was very lucky. Not to mention being rescued, he met a great opportunity in the Kongzhi Sect, obtained the ancient inheritance skills, and broke through the realm of creation several times.

After recovering from his injuries, Wu Mochen was able to see the sun again, just as the first heavy snowfall fell, and all the people in the royal city were empty, and they all ran to the altar outside Huangshenxuan to watch the execution.

The servant who waited by his side accidentally leaked something, Wu Mochen Fangzhi Qingmiao made a big mistake for himself, and the Temple of the Phoenix sent down a punishment of one hundred thunder whips.

Wu Mochen stumbled and ran to the altar, the sky was covered by heavy snow, and above the altar, there were purple and black thunder clouds, and every purple light beam as thick as an arm seemed to tear the sky and the earth apart. It is hard to imagine the pain that this kind of torture inflicts on people. .

Qing Miao closed her eyes and didn't snort from the beginning to the end. There was almost no good place on the whole body, and the blood and flesh were bloody, rolling and emitting a burnt smell.

Ning Miao feels the same, mother, it’s just a dream, do you want it to hurt like this, and why can’t you wake up if it hurts so much, really, it hurts to death, someone, come and save me, anyone can, save, Help.

His Royal Highness Xiao Si suddenly had golden wings on his back, flew up to the altar, hugged the man who was as angry as silk, with blood and tears streaming down his eyes, "A Miao, A Miao, I was wrong, A Miao, I'm sorry."

Qing Miao struggled to open a slit of her eyes, hugging her handsome male, originally wanted to say don't hug me so hard that my bones are about to fall apart, but the two lines of blood and tears on the strange male's face and the heart-wrenching expression made me feel that this man He was more pitiful than himself, uttered a word in a hoarse voice and panted for a long time, "Good boy, don't cry, it doesn't hurt."

The resentment, anger, and disappointment in Wu Mochen's heart vanished in an instant, his heart ached like twists and turns, his lower lip was bleeding, and it took him a while to utter two words from the depths of his throat, "Ah Miao..."

Qing Miao raised the corners of her lips, and a gentle smile appeared on her pale face, "You, are, who?"

After stepping into the realm of creation, after more than ten days of recuperating behind closed doors, Wu Mochen's body has completely grown, with a tall and slender figure, picturesque eyebrows, and every move and move is graceful.

If I don't look like a familiar little orc, you don't know me, A Miao, but Wu Mochen flaps his golden wings steadily, manipulating the energy of the water system to support Qing Miao's disabled body, "A Miao, we go home."

Ning Miao could feel the great emotion surging in the priest in white, home, home, this person, he said, take me home.

His Royal Highness Xiaosi of the Huang Clan advanced to the Creation Realm, and his accompanying skills were unexpected, and he awakened the natal skills of the Water Department of the Shahai Clan... The best is like water.

Seeing his son's transformation like water, Wu Ying's whole body was shocked, and the figure of his long-lost partner was in front of his eyes, and he couldn't help crying.

With the help of Ruoshui technique, Qing Miao's injury improved day by day.

Nearly half of the snowy moon had passed, Wu Mochen brought fresh red peach soup made in the kitchen, and fed it to the half-sitting person on the bed.

"Mo'er, I'm already recovering. It's cold, so you don't have to come here every day."

"Open your mouth." Wu Mochen turned a deaf ear, "Drink a few more."

Qing Miao had no choice but to follow His Royal Highness Xiaosi's wish and drank a whole bowl of fresh soup, "You use the Yuanjing given by Uncle Jing to preserve the ingredients, so you won't be afraid of something happening to the east window. Don't call me for help when you are beaten."

"Who cares about him." Wu Mochen put the pottery bowl away, wiped Qing Miao's mouth with a cloth towel, and asked with sparkling eyes, "Does it taste good?"

"Well, the taste is very good." The white-clothed priest, who is unattainable and cold in the eyes of outsiders, raised his eyebrows and showed a narrow smile, "How could the soup that Mo'er cooked by himself not taste good?"

Wu Mochen's face has long been cultivated into an iron wall, and he happily said, "Then I make it for you every day?"

Qing Miao was both angry and funny, pretending to be angry and said: "You are free."