Su Cen finally woke up from his sleep. Looking at the soul floating on his head, he felt a headache: "The ancestor is so idle, thinking about this in the middle of the night?"

I was struggling with people in the middle of the night, could I be stimulated?

"Stupid girl, the ancestor is thinking about your happiness. When you think of you being alone for several lifetimes, you have never experienced what love is. The ancestor is in his heart! He really feels sorry for you."

Mo Heng said it seriously, and it sounds like that.

Su Cen raised his eyebrows: "Is it really for me?"

Mo Heng was inexplicably guilty when he was staring at those transparent eyes, thinking that he had reached this point and could not give up halfway.

He said with confidence: "Of course, the ancestor especially hopes that you will be happy."

Su Cen got up from the bed and crossed his legs: "I can't do it myself. Someone is willing to cooperate. Who do you think can do it?"

Since she talks about this, she will not be sleepy.

Seeing that she was really concerned, Mo Heng analyzed to her seriously: "Of course it's the guy next door. You already have Xiaomu. It's not a problem to have another one again.

Xiaomu is now six years old and is already a little adult. She must also want to have more sisters. She wants to have more daughters, so it would be better to have both children.

Although that guy is a little worse than the ancestor, he is a little stupid, he is still worth entrusting."

Su Cen raised his eyebrows: "That's how do you think?"

Mo Heng nodded extremely cautiously: "What does it mean to be alone? Forget it for one lifetime or two lifetimes, it would be so lonely that it would be alone for generations! It would be good to have someone to warm the bed in the long night."

"You mean to let me take him away?" Su Cen's eyes became more and more unclear.

Mo Heng paused and said seriously: "I think it's OK. The ancestor can give you a testimony. He dares to hurt your heart. The ancestor is the first to refuse to forgive him."

Su Cen said with slightest thought: "Master, I am so old that I am not ashamed to focus on the younger generation's childbirth."

Mo Heng was crazy: "Don't always say that I'm old, I just lived a little longer! How old am I?"

"The ancestor who has a flower every year will naturally not grow old." Su Cen said with slightest thought: "Actually, speaking of it, I think the ancestor is good."

Mo Heng: "Hmm?"

"Sword dance is good," Su Cen added.

Mo Heng's heart was up and down, not to mention how exciting it was. When he mentioned the sword dance, he said awkwardly: "I want to see the sword dance again?"

"Um."

Su Cen sat down, as if he was a good student who was preparing to listen carefully.

He warned: "If you don't laugh at me anymore, I will be angry. I'm going to be angry, the consequences are very serious."

"Yeah, yeah, hurry up! Your disciple still has to sleep back!"

Su Cen recalled his angry look and curled his lips.

If he doesn't drink him, he will ignore her angrily.

When she is naughty, he will educate her angrily.

When she ran away from home in anger, he would carry her home like a little chicken.

When she praises other people for being good-looking, he will point at his face angrily, letting her remember what good-looking is.

When he was really angry, he didn't speak. The most impressive scene was when she was in danger.

At that time, he was covered in blood, his eyes were as dark as ink, and as cold as a knife. Even she was afraid to look directly.

When he gets angry, he will definitely see blood.

Mo Heng was depressed: "If the ancestor hadn't been a soul now, you would have to understand what respecting teachers and Taoism is."

"Then let's wait until you have an entity."

Su Cen closed his eyes and saw a familiar scene again.

This time, the hands and feet are much more coordinated than the last time.

Like a fairy in the painting, as if she were swimming in a dragon.
Chapter completed!