Mo Yan's obsession may be his own parents.

Since he knew that his parents might not be the real parents, there were always two voices in Mo's heart arguing. One said that it was his parents. They worked hard to take him around to seek medical treatment and medicine, hoping to make him live longer.

But another voice listed many questions that he used to take for granted but now seem illogical.

Since childhood, why did they never take you out to play?

Why do you almost die of illness several times, but they don’t feel sad at all?

Why do they never hide your condition and easily let you know that you are not 25 years old, and they always say that you are about to die?

Why do they want to give you a name like this?

Mo Yan always found a reason to convince himself, but the explanations were so far-fetched that even he could not agree with it in the end.

In particular, Mo’s rules should not be violated. People from Jiuhuan cannot go to Qihuan unless they are in special circumstances. However, people from Qihuan come to Jiuhuan like visiting their own vegetable garden.

Mo Lin's parents didn't come because they went out to perform tasks, but Mo Xialing said that his parents are now on the Seventh Ring Road.

Why don't they come to see themselves?

Because he was moving to the Seventh Ring Road tomorrow, Mo Jian had insomnia for the first time this night. He tossed and turned on the bed without knowing how many pieces of cake he had baked, but he still felt sleepy.

If it is true as Mo Ku said, their parents are all fake, then who are their real parents? Are they also in a room in Lotus Ferry, close to each other but not met each other?

Tiluoga, who was lying lazily at the bedside, suddenly looked up at the door, and her round ears shook vigilantly, and her big eyes were staring straight at the door.

"Someone is here."

It’s not necessary for Tiluga to say that Mori knows that because his door was knocked, “Du, tu” is very light and rhythmic.

It’s about ten o’clock, and the Jiuhuan children who are usually more physically busy will climb to bed and rest at almost eight o’clock. Who will be this time?

"Mo Wu, it's me, Mo Zhang."

The voice outside the door was warm and humble, indeed Mo Zhang's voice.

Mo Xian was a little surprised. Why did he suddenly come so late?

"I was transferred to the medicine field. I may not have time to send you tomorrow, so I'll say goodbye to you."

Mo Zhang opened the door and Mo Zhang walked in with a cold air. It was sub-zero during the day, and it became colder at night. Mo Zhang still chose to live in a wooden house like Mo Yan. The two of them were still living next to each other. But Mo Yan could feel the cold breath on his body in just a few short steps.

"Sit down, drink water? I don't have tea." Mo Wu pointed to the only chair and said to Mo Zhang.

Mo Zhang smiled gently: "I won't drink anymore, I'm here to congratulate you on moving to your new home. I'll leave after taking a seat."

The terrace house has a 24-hour supply of spiritual spring water. As for wanting to drink spiritual tea, I'm sorry, the fee is the cheapest, and it costs one or two liang of ten marrow beads. Basically, the coolies who live in the eighth and nine rings are reluctant to spend the marrow beads on this thing.

"The residence on the Seventh Ring Road is much better than here. The houses are all equipped with yards. You can plant some spiritual plants and generate income by yourself. You can also go to the chores office to take over the tasks yourself. As long as you make the minimum contribution point, you will have plenty of time to practice in the future."

Mo Zhang talked to Mo Xian about the news he had heard, like a friend who had been with him for many years, and seemed to be sincerely happy for Mo Xian.

Mo Yan sat lazily on the bed, nodded and said "um", without saying too much. Now that long-term speech is no longer a burden, but he is still a taciturn person.

Mo Zhang had long been accustomed to this way of getting along, and he continued to talk to Mo Xian: "Mo Hui failed to get the top five and was so excited that he vomited blood, right? He came back to the terrace house and vomited again. This time he lost his wife and soldiers, as if he had spent all the white chalcedony beads. As a result, he didn't even get the top ten rewards when he entered the seventh ring."

"This is what the mechanism is all done..."

Mo Zhang suddenly widened his eyes and inserted a very familiar sleeve arrow into his chest!

It was originally what he shot at Mo Yan's chest, but Mo Yan now stroked his chest with his hands and acted like a "scared baby". Even the weasel beside him collapsed on the bed.

In fact, stroking the chest is not what Mo Yan wants to do, but is driven by the instinct of the [fenage shellac] attached to it.

This is the real purpose of Mo Yan to use red by himself, and to plant those tomatoes with blue and void energy, which is to use blood covenant [Fenage shellac].

At that time, he wanted to throw away the branches and leaves of the tomatoes attached to [瓣用用物] several times in succession, but they all failed because of the precise prediction made by the insect. At that time, the system slightly said that this insect would have a similar divine sense system, which could detect malicious intentions or murderous intentions to avoid them accordingly. Therefore, once many island owners discovered this insect, their way of dealing with them was to wait until it formed a cocoon and fell asleep. At that time, you could do whatever you want to the insect.

This is simply a self-defense weapon that no novice can encounter but hard to find!

Although the system sneered at his whimsical idea, because the future trading system of the Void System will have various martial arts, weapons and other things that can meet the requirements of non-Five Elements, and can kill a low-burning local croaker such as [Fenage Shellac] instantly.

Regarding the behavior of her own host's unseen worldly behavior of using garbage as a treasure, the Void System has been nagging with Tiluoga, it is nothing more than the person she chose, Tiluoga's eyes are lame.

Tiluoga replied: I chose him as a lame person, so what about you?

Fat Tiger immediately chose to pretend to be dead.

So Fat Tiger's Eye Lame chose Tiluoga, Tiluoga's Eye Lame's Eye Lame's Eye Lame's Eye Lame's Blood Confidence Slime, and the Eye Lame's Eye Lame is the fine tradition of this combination.

The old man does not need to bury pigs, so why should the chef laugh at the chef?

As for the sleeve arrow inserted into Mo Zhang's chest, it was naturally the magic of [to use the other body] on Mo Jian between Tiluoga and Shiguang.

Mo Ye really wanted to test whether his original idea worked, but before his exploration of his blood consecration summoning beast reached the realm of sacrificing his life, Tiluoga had already been eyeing him and preparing in advance.
Chapter completed!