Time flies, and more than a month has passed in a blink of an eye.
On the hills outside Mojiazhuang, a black-haired young man sat here quietly, staring at the sky, with a blank look on his face.
That's right, this black-haired young man is Ling Yun!
After Ling Yun woke up, he suddenly found that he had arrived in a strange world, and everything here was completely beyond his knowledge.
He once thought that he was still in a dream, but the cruel reality told him that this was not a dream!
"Hey, you just woke up yesterday and your body hasn't fully recovered yet. Sitting here will make the wound infected with cold!"
At this time, a voice as sweet as a silver bell came from behind Ling Yun. Ling Yun knew who it was without turning around. It was Mo Xiaohan who had been taking care of him when he was unconscious.
After waking up, the first person Ling Yun saw when he opened his eyes was Mo Xiaohan. Naturally, he had the deepest impression on her. It was only from her words that Ling Yun realized that this was not his original world.
Mo Xiaohan came to Ling Yun's side and didn't hold back anything. He sat down directly, looked at Ling Yun with a calm face, curled his lips and said: "Ling Yun, didn't I tell you that your body has not fully recovered?
, you can’t go out and walk around, why don’t you listen to my advice!”
"I'm sorry, maybe it's too stuffy in the room, and I just wanted to come out for some air. You've taken care of me for so long, and I didn't want to trouble you anymore, so I came out on my own!" Ling Yun showed an apologetic smile and faced Mo Xiaohan.
said.
"Forget it, I don't care about the villain's faults, so I won't argue with you. By the way, did you remember anything? Why did you and Little Moir appear in the Shattered Valley?" Mo Xiaohan shrugged and expressed.
He asked casually, looking like he didn't care.
Ling Yun sighed softly, shook his head, and said: "I can't remember what happened. I only know that I came here after I woke up..." Then he touched his head and frowned.
Seeing Ling Yun showing a hint of pain, Mo Xiaohan thought Ling Yun had a headache and hurriedly said: "Forget it, don't think about it if you can't remember it. Maybe you will naturally think of it sometime!"
"I hope so..." Ling Yun sighed softly and muttered to himself bitterly.
"Okay, then I'll stop disturbing you. If you feel uncomfortable, come back right away. I'll go back first!" After that, Mo Xiaohan stood up with a smile, patted the dust on his body, and left.
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Looking at Mo Xiaohan's leaving figure, Ling Yun couldn't help but sigh, with a hint of apology in his eyes.
When he first arrived in this strange world, Ling Yun had to be on guard. Even though the other party was his savior, Ling Yun did not reveal all of his identity, but kept explaining it on the grounds that he could not remember.
Although the Mo family learned from Little Moir that they were not from this planet, why the two of them appeared in the Shattered Valley was unknown. This was what the Mo family was curious about. To know about the Shattered Valley
The space in the valley is very unstable, and space turbulence often occurs. No one would be willing to go there if it is not necessary, so it is worth pondering that the two of them would appear there.
Of course, the people of the Mo family also thought about a possibility, that is, Ling Yun and the two were sent here by the turbulent space, but it was quickly denied. If someone can survive in the turbulent space, everyone will definitely believe it.
, but those people are all people who stand at the top of the pyramid in the four realms, and Ling Yun is just an earth-level master, and it is impossible to survive in the turbulence of space. Besides, there is a six or seven-year-old child beside him.
This possibility is infinitely close to zero.
However, the Mo family did not know that this possibility that was infinitely close to zero in their eyes was actually the truth they were eager to seek!
It wasn't until noon that Ling Yun slowly stood up and walked towards Mojiazhuang, but his face looked very depressed.
He tried several times to contact Xiao Zi and Xiao Hei, but unfortunately he still couldn't get in touch. He could only vaguely feel the presence of each other, but could not get further contact, which made Ling Yun very distressed.
At this moment, Ling Yun also wanted to figure out why he suddenly appeared here. The only thing he retained in his memory was that he killed Jie with his own hands, and he knew nothing about it after that.
In any case, it can be regarded as a great revenge, but Ling Yun did not feel very excited about it. After seeing the jade tube left by Ling Yan'er, he realized that his enemy was not just a hero, but also someone behind him.
The humorous clan, and the Murong Mansion, which is almost the same as the Lingtian Mansion, so revenge is far from being discussed.
And the only thing Ling Yun can think of now is to make himself stronger. Only by becoming stronger can he face the Humor Clan and the Murong Mansion. Otherwise, talking about revenge is just a joke!
Although Ling Yun was very worried, he did not show it. His face was still as calm as water when he returned to Mojiazhuang.
Since Mojiazhuang is not a big place, almost everyone here recognizes Ling Yun. When Ling Yun returns, they all take the initiative to say hello to him. This also allows Ling Yun to see the simplicity and hospitality of the Mo family.
Entering the courtyard, I saw a group of children standing neatly, facing the scorching sun, seeming to be practicing a kind of physical training. The oldest of these children was about ten years old, and the youngest was about the same age as Little Moll.
They were all sweating profusely, but their young faces showed perseverance that refused to admit defeat. Seeing this scene, Ling Yun couldn't help but secretly sigh, no wonder the people here are all masters, it seems that this martial spirit has already deeply penetrated into them.
In my heart, even children are like this.
At this time, Ling Yun's eyes couldn't help but fall on Little Moir in the corner. At this moment, Little Moir was sitting alone in the corner, holding his chin with his hands, staring blankly at the children of the same age practicing physical skills. His originally clear expression
His eyes were covered with a layer of gray fog. Ling Yun knew that it was because of the shadow in Little Moir's eyes caused by the interception by the men in black, which turned the originally lively and cheerful Little Moir into the withdrawn character he is now. It seemed that he was going to completely
It may take a long time to heal the shadow in Little Moir's heart.
Ling Yun sighed secretly and then walked towards Little Moll.
"Little Moir, why are you here alone? Do you want to play with the other children?" Ling Yun came to Xiao Moir's side, squatted down, pointed at the children practicing in the yard, and said with a smile.
He deliberately described physical training as play, hoping to arouse little Moir's interest and allow him to spend more time with children of the same age. Perhaps this would help him recover faster.
Little Moll's eyes were a little dazed, and then he shook his head.
"What? Little Moll doesn't like playing with everyone?" Ling Yun was slightly startled, then asked curiously.
Little Moir suddenly turned his head and stared at Ling Yun, with a trace of confusion in his eyes, and suddenly asked: "Brother Ling Yun, can I become as powerful as Grandpa McGee and the others?"
Ling Yun was stunned for a moment, then smiled. He didn't expect a six or seven-year-old child to ask such a question.
"Little Moore, why did you think of asking this question?"
"Moll figured out a truth. No matter how beautiful something is, if you don't have enough strength to protect it, it will be like a mirror and a moon in the water, and it will eventually turn into nothing!" Little Moll looked at Ling Yun and said word by word.
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After hearing what Little Moir said, Ling Yun couldn't help but be surprised. If someone else said such words, Ling Yun might not be surprised, but if these words came from a six or seven-year-old child, it would be a bit unbelievable!
Looking at Little Moll quietly, Ling Yun couldn't say a word for a long time. It wasn't until a moment later that Ling Yun slowly exhaled and asked with a serious expression: "Little Moll, are these your true words?
Do you really want to be a strong person?"
Little Moir nodded without hesitation, his face showing the kind of perseverance that was not inferior to that of other children.
"Okay! From today on, you can come to my room at night, and I will teach you how to improve your spiritual power!" Ling Yun smiled with a flash of light in his eyes.
"Moll knows. He will go to the room to find Brother Lingyun in the evening!" Little Moll nodded and said seriously, then stood up and said calmly: "Moll is going back to the room to rest. I will go to Lingyun in the evening.
Brother’s place!”
After saying that, Little Moll turned around and walked towards his room, disappearing among the houses in the blink of an eye.
It wasn't until Little Mol's figure disappeared that Ling Yun couldn't help but sigh. He originally thought that Little Mol became so withdrawn because of that interception, but he didn't expect that that interception also made Little Mol's mind mature.
Such an amazing transformation to such an extent is really surprising.
Although I don’t know what will happen after the undead bloodline in Little Mol’s body awakens, the cultivation of spiritual power can be taught to him in advance. If a good foundation can be laid at this time, I believe that with Little Mol’s weird
With his talent, his future achievements will be bound to be limitless.
However, just when Ling Yun was feeling emotional, Mo Xiaohan's voice sounded in his ears again.
"Hey! Ling Yun, you're back. Just in time, my father has something to ask you. If it's convenient for you, how about following me to see my father?"
Mo Xiaohan was seen walking out of the clan hall and heading straight for Lingyun.
Ling Yun slowly stood up and couldn't help but secretly take a deep breath to stabilize his emotions. He naturally knew who Mo Xiaohan's father was. He was the head of the Mo family. Ling Yun had not seen him since he woke up.
Ling Yun really wanted to meet this mysterious head of the family, not for anything else but for the missing storage ring in his hand. There were many good things there, not to mention those sea orchids.
It is the Holy Book of the Dead, which is what Ling Yun must recover. Not to mention that Hailanhua has a very important use for him, so Ling Yun must meet this mysterious family head!
"Of course. Ling Yun has thanked the Mo family for taking care of them for many days. Naturally, he wants to express his gratitude in person and ask Miss Mo to lead the way!" Ling Yun said with a slight smile.
Seeing that Ling Yun agreed, Mo Xiaohan couldn't help but smile and said, "In that case, please come with me!"
After that, he led Ling Yun into the family hall...
