Your Highness, please detour when you see this seat

Mo Huan couldn't bear to move his eyes away from Leidong for a moment. The appearance of the person in front of him has not changed, but his temperament has changed too much. The original righteousness is mixed with a little bit of treachery and gloom, but it has a strange charm.

Whether it was Leidong 18 years ago or Leidong today, he always has the ability to attract everyone's attention.

Mo Wang couldn't help but took two steps forward, but Lei Dong immediately revealed hatred and resentment when he heard the word Mo Huang, and the intensity almost turned into substance.

He didn't give Mo Wang a chance to speak at all, and attacked him with his body.

For a moment, the two figures were moving around in the study room, but the strange thing was that there was no sound. In just a few breaths, the two of them passed through no fewer than a hundred moves.

Sudden--

Lei Dong hurriedly retreated out of the battle circle. After the test just now, he knew that his skill was quite different from Mo Wang's, but...

"Why didn't you fight back?"

Mo Huan's lips parted, all the words stuck in his throat, he stretched out his hand towards Leidong and slowly opened his palm, the blood jade unicorn lay on the palm.

"Uncle, Xiao Xiaobai is still here!"

"presumptuous!"

As soon as he grasped the blood jade unicorn, he yelled and opened his angry eyes, the breath in his whole body was agitated, and his big palm was directly aimed at Mo Wang's throat, but to his surprise, Mo Wang didn't dodge or evade and let the door of life be held by him. In his hand, but now he doesn't even have the time to think about it carefully.

Xiao Xiaobai was collected by him himself. If this blood jade unicorn was lost back then, if he could return it to him, Lei Dong accepted his love, but he should never pretend to use it!

Si Xiaobai's biggest rebellion with the Lei family, even if he mentions it unintentionally, would make him furious, let alone someone pretending to be in front of him.

Gradually, he looked at Mo Wang coldly with his hand and said: "Master Mo is so confident?"

"Uncle, do you still remember the day when mother's queen left? Xiaobai was very sad that day. It was uncle who sneaked into the palace late at night without telling everyone and stayed with Xiaobai all night."

"Uncle, do you still remember that the year when the father was critically ill, when Xiaobai was young, my uncle rushed back to the palace overnight from the western region in order to keep the stability of the court, fearing that the strong officials would insult the lord."

The tears Mo Wang held back for a long time fell down his cheeks and dripped onto Lei's hand, which was so hot that his hand let go instantly.

He leaned against Lei Dong's broad chest, just like he always liked to do when he was weak and helpless when he was young, this embrace would give him the safest protection.

Lei Dong froze and his eyes turned blank. No one knew the familiar actions and familiar things better than Lei Dong.

Xiaobai is still alive?That innocent child is still alive!

He stared at Mo Wang in a daze, trying to connect with that Si Xiaobai back then through the person in front of him.

"Uncle, Xiao Xiaobai is so scared! Father was killed by them! Uncle, why didn't you rush back?"

It was as if Mo Wang had returned to his childhood, back to the day when the blood was stained red, surrounded by cold lights of knives and disgusting blood...

He trembled in fear: "Uncle, why didn't you rush back, Xiaobai is very scared!"

Leidong and his father and son love each other. For 18 years, he thought he was dead. He forced himself to grow up. On the one hand, he was taught by Wuwei old man, and on the other hand, he was hated by the country and the family. There was always a moment when he suspected that he would be torn in two, invisible The depression and fear always surround him.

"Little...Xiao Xiaobai! I'm sorry, it's my uncle who is incompetent..." Lei Dong seemed to have been hammered hard in the heart, and his doubts about Mo Wang suddenly disappeared into nothingness.

He lightly touched Mo Wang's head, as if Mo Wang would disappear if he exerted force, he realized that this was not his dream, and then he hugged Mo Wang violently, the veins on his face and neck twitched violently, and he said hoarsely: " I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Uncle is one step late! Uncle is one step late!"

"Crack...crack!"

The silver mask shattered into pieces, and the word "crime" on the right eye was distorted ferociously, but Lei Dong didn't care. He pushed Mo Wang away reluctantly, with disbelief still in his eyes.

"Little Xiaobai, show uncle! Uncle's little Xiaobai has grown up, and has grown into a man of indomitable spirit!" Thinking of Mo Wang's current status, Lei Dong was half excited and half sad.

Mo Wang glanced at his right eye in pain, this word of crime is the humiliation and hatred that the Lei family and the Lei family army can't erase!

"It was Master who saved Xiaobai, and the two corpses were also prepared by Master. He enshrined the father and renamed Xiaobai Mo Wang and handed over the Bishui Palace to me. He told me not to do anything rashly."

After saying the last four words, I couldn't help but glance at Lei Dong's face, but I don't know if he didn't hear Lei Dong and didn't respond.

The two just met each other, and neither of them wanted to spoil the atmosphere at the moment. Neither of them mentioned the matter of revenge, and they briefly talked about what happened back then.

After Lei Dong drank the last cup of tea, he looked up at the sky that was about to be white and suddenly smiled and said, "Xiao Xiaobai, wait for uncle!"

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Mo Wang to speak, he pushed the door open with big strides and went out. Mo Wang watched him leave suspiciously, wanted to get up and check but finally held back and waited quietly by himself.

He didn't wait for a long time, and within a meal, there were footsteps outside, and after a while, Lei Dong pushed the door and entered, with a silver mask on his face at some point, and a delicate jade jade in the tray in his hand. Bowl, the sweet taste can be smelled from a long distance.

Mo Wang stared blankly at the jade bowl in his hand, then glanced at Lei Dong's hands that hadn't been cleaned in time, tears stained his eyes.

"Uncle still remembers Xiaobai's preferences."

Lei Dong put down the bowl, flicked his brow lovingly and said with a smile: "It was that little fellow back then who insisted that uncle make a bowl of sweet-scented osmanthus soup whenever he was angry and sad. Quickly try it...see if my uncle's craftsmanship has deteriorated."

"Uncle's craftsmanship is better than that of the royal chef."

The words of acting like a baby when he was young were blurted out like this, Mo Wang took the jade bowl and looked at the crystal clear sweet-scented osmanthus soup, ignoring that he was still steaming, and drank it one after another.

"Thank you, Uncle." Mo Wang wiped his lips: "If you haven't slept all night, do you want to rest?"

"No, although my uncle's skill is not as good as yours, it's not like he can't hold it all night." Lei Dong waved his big hand and laughed: "By the way, how do you know that uncle's skill is a fragment, although it's weird that uncle has practiced since he was a child. But no one can see that there is a problem with the exercises."

"Although this exercise of yours has been modified, can uncle find that every time you make a move, you will have unstable inner breath. Generally, this phenomenon will not occur in a normal and complete mental method, so Xiaobai will do it. This guess."

"That's why." Lei Dong nodded: "Uncle often suffers from lack of internal strength when practicing martial arts, because the situation is not serious, and it does not hinder the practice. Although he intends to modify it, he knows little about the martial arts mentality and is powerless."

Mo Wang heard his pulse and spit out his inner strength slightly: "Uncle, try to run."

His clear water miraculous art has been harmonized by yin and yang to be pure and vigorous. As soon as this trace of internal force entered Lei Dong's body, it entangled his inner breath and circulated along his meridians in the body, dispelling the incomplete exercise in just a moment. Hidden injury.

Mo Wan retracted his hand thoughtfully.

Just now he discovered that Leidong's internal energy was slightly compatible with his own internal energy, which meant that his kung fu was from the same vein as his own.

Bishui's magical skills are pure and powerful, but his uncle's skills are vicious and weird, so it's impossible for him to come from the same vein. Why is there such a situation?

Yin Yang Record!

Mo Wang's eyes lit up, only in this way can he explain clearly, because of practicing the Yin-Yang Record, the Bishui Divine Art has changed its trajectory, and the internal force has also changed a little bit, and the most coincident thing is that the Yin-Yang Record is also a fragment!

Could it be that uncle's exercises are part of the Yin Yang Record like the remnants of the Xitang royal family?

wrong!

Mo Wang frowned again and denied it. Although Yin Yang Lu is weird, it is also an authentic mind method. Uncle's exercises are obviously heretical. Could it be the result of being modified?

"Is there something wrong?" After Lei Dong exercised and adjusted his breath, he found that his power had been purified a lot, and he no longer had a state of weak internal energy as usual. When he opened his eyes, he saw Mo Wang's solemn expression.

Mo Wang came back to his senses: "Uncle, don't worry, it's just some minor wounds that are no longer serious."

At this time, the sky was already bright, and it was not as convenient for the two of them to talk in the study room as it was at night.

Lei Dong heard the movement outside the book and got up and said: "It's inconvenient to talk here. After a while, Tong Wei will buy a house outside and you will live there temporarily. After all, it is more convenient than the Commander's Mansion."

"Don't worry, uncle, Xiaobai has a house in Beijing, it was the last time..." Mo Wang suddenly stopped talking.

Because that house was purchased when Si Jiyun was escorted back to the capital and misunderstood him. Since meeting Leidong, both of them have been deliberately avoiding each other's position.

Lei Dong's eyes darkened: "Uncle will arrange it."

"uncle……"

Leidong didn't give him a chance to speak at all: "Xiaobai, we can talk about everything after uncle arranges it!"

"it is good!"

Mo Wang smiled wryly as he watched Leidong leave the direction and touched his bosom before he remembered that the blood jade unicorn was taken away by Leidong when the two met each other.

He glanced at the jade bowl set aside and felt pain in his heart. When everything is arranged, the warmth at this time will not be there again. It is impossible for Lei Dong to give up revenge and it is impossible for him to let him hurt Si Jiyun.

"Tuk duk... tuk tuk... tuk tuk... tuk tuk..."

Mo Wang frowned and said coldly: "What's the matter?"

Two shorts, one long and one short are Antang's contact information, how could Antang contact him at this time, could it be... something happened to Si Jiyun?

The door was gently opened from both sides, and a black figure suddenly appeared in front of Mo Wang. He knelt down and remained silent for a while before saying, "News from the Nine Dragons Mountain Range... Si Jiyun wants to know the whereabouts of the Palace Master."

Don't be surprised: "Didn't I tell Tong Fang to go out?"

Hei Ying was silent again for a while, with a tangled look on his face that he wanted to say but didn't know how to say it.

"Say it straight!"

"Si Jiyun sent a message...he wants to talk with Yu Wentang at night by candlelight and go to sleep."

"What did you say!"

Sleeping with candles at night?threatened him?

Mo Huang stared wide-eyed and couldn't believe that such a childish threat would come from Si Jiyun's mouth.

Hei Ying also repeated mechanically for a while and continued: "Before I came down, Si Jiyun had already asked Yu Wentang for a golden nanmu table."

Mo Wang twitched the corner of his mouth and said weakly: "Go and send a message and ask him to wait for a few more days."

"Yes!"

"Slow!" Mo Wang called the black shadow who was about to leave and pursed his lips: "Bai Tongwei! He will know."

Heiying waited for confirmation and Mo Wangbie ordered: "Yes!"

The author has something to say: the lord and God of War have finally recognized each other, and Mo Wang is about to face the most difficult choice. I feel sorry for Mo Wang, for God of War, and for all the Lei family troops...

But was Si Kou wrong?He governed the country very well. He created a powerful Beique, an empire that would not be bullied. As a common man, the author still hopes to have a strong country now.

As usual, the young author humbly asks for acceptance and advice.This is the first time for a newcomer to write a strategy, and there are many shortcomings. Thank you for reading this.