Mojia walked into his laboratory filled with various instruments, "You just need to tell me the clues."
"Hey, have you thought about it carefully? I haven't even found the animal hair so far, are you sure you want to go? By the way, isn't there still the sarcophagus?"
"The sarcophagus is destroyed."
Zhong Kun was startled and stared at him for a while before slowly speaking, "Do you know how long she has left? Let alone looking for the other six mythical beasts, I'm afraid she won't even be able to wait for you to find one of them.
One. Young Master, I will not advise you to give up, but I advise you that instead of persisting unnecessarily, it is better to spend more time with her."
Mo Jia turned around, his eyes showed rare persistence and perseverance, but his tone was quite calm, "No matter how slim it is, I will not give up. I can't do it while watching her die for me."
Zhong Kun frowned, "This is no better than finding obsidian to make a sarcophagus. Our understanding of those mythical beasts is limited to the information we have. If they have a cruel temperament or are wild and untamed, it will be difficult to conquer them.
It's really big. Chifeng is an exception. It relies on your blood, and it is the guardian beast of the Mo family, so it is obedient."
Mo Jia knew what Zhong Kun said. He didn't want to waste any more time and said decisively, "What you have to do is tell me how to find them. Just leave the rest to me."
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Seeing that he couldn't be persuaded, Zhong Kun took off his glasses angrily and stared at him, "Just be stubborn. If you regret it later, don't ask me to make up for it!"
In fact, Zhong Kun also understood that this was the only way at the moment. Without the sarcophagus, Su Huanhuan had no hope at all, unless he found all seven divine beasts and started the ancient ritual.
Zhong Kun told Mo Jia all the clues he knew. Mo Jia wrote them down clearly and left without delaying for a moment.
Standing in front of the window, watching his figure leaving in a hurry, Zhong Kun raised the corners of his lips helplessly.
He vaguely remembered that when Xihua had an accident, Mo Jia came to him to ask about the whereabouts of the obsidian that could produce a freezing effect. At that time, he was not as irrational as he is now. He knew that in such a short period of time,
Finding all six mythical beasts was simply impossible, but he was still persistent.
I have always felt that the relationship between him and Yan Xihua was too warm. Although they were both as beautiful as gods, standing together was enough to attract people's attention, but there was something missing. But Su Huanhuan was different.
, she made him flesh and blood, and his emotions started to fluctuate, which showed that he was really trapped.
After Mo Jia came back from Zhong Kun, he went directly back to the room to see Su Huanhuan. She was already awake. Sister Zhong also followed his instructions and stayed by her side personally, never leaving half a step away.
Huanhuan just drank some milk and couldn't eat anything else. Lying on the bed, she seemed to have lost weight overnight.
"Young Master, you are back." Sister Zhong whispered in his ear as she passed by, "Young Madam has been thinking about you just now. If Young Master is free, please stay with her for a while. After all... our Mo family owes her.
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Sister Zhong shook her head, sighed and left.
Seeing Mo Jia, a smile appeared on Huanhuan's bloodless face.
Mojia sat beside her bed and held her hand. Huanhuan was panicked for a moment, and her cautious joy actually made him feel very distressed.
"Sister Zhong just said that you were disobedient and refused to eat." He deliberately made his face cold.
Huanhuan shook her head, "I can't taste it, so I don't want to eat it."
His heart ached even more, and he didn't realize how much force he had to hold her hand. Huanhuan frowned and looked at him, not knowing what to say.
"From now on, no matter what happens, you must tell me." Mojia looked at her with rippling eyes, "If anyone dares to bully you again, you must tell me as soon as possible! I will tear them apart.
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Huan Huan's brain was idle. Was he caring about her? Or was it because he was grateful? Feeling guilty?
"Actually, you don't have to do so much." Her voice was very low and light, "I did it willingly that night. I wanted to save you. So, you don't have to say this out of gratitude."
That would make her misunderstand.
She didn't want to spend the last moment of her life trapped in the tenderness and sweetness she had woven.
"Grateful?" He slowly raised the corners of his lips and lowered his eyes, "Will gratitude make me lost?"
Huanhuan was stunned for a moment, not understanding what he was talking about. She just felt that she seemed to like Mo Jia very much...
Mojia raised his eyes and looked at her, "I may be very busy these days. So, promise me..."
Huanhuan blinked her big watery eyes, "What did you promise me?"
"Promise me...not to leave, okay?" He said in a deep voice, but he meant every word.
Even though he knew how slim that hope was, he still ignored everything. Because he had to make himself do something. If he did nothing, he just stayed by her side and watched her drain her life bit by bit. He couldn't do it.
arrive.
For a long time, Huanhuan smiled and nodded, "Yeah."
Getting her answer was extremely important to him. Mojia held her hand tightly, then stood up, placed a gentle kiss on her chapped lips, turned around and walked out, leaving the illusion behind.
Imagine a person lying on the bed in astonishment, staring at the ceiling.
Reach out and touch your lips.
Just now...did Mojia kiss her just now?
Huanhuan pinched her thigh with all her strength. Knowing that it hurt, did it mean that she was not dead and had not reached heaven?
So, is it true? Mojia really kissed her?!
Ecstasy instantly filled her heart. Huan Huan wanted to jump up and tell the world that Mojia had kissed her on his own initiative. He had kissed her on his own initiative while he was awake! But immediately, his eyes became wet again.
She suddenly became a little greedy, because...she really wanted to live.
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In Yan Xihua's room, the windows were covered with sunshades, and the doors and windows were locked tightly. She was wearing a long black dress, her hair was combed into an upturned bun, and she was sitting on her knees on the ground. There was a table on the table.
The statue of the god was carved out of wood, and in front of it were an empty bowl, a dagger, a pile of white salt foam, and a wooden nail.
Yan Xihua took a deep breath and bowed three times to the wooden statue, lying on the ground with her whole body. After getting up, she walked to the table, picked up the dagger, and cut her wrist...
Blood flowed down her wrist into the empty bowl.
She was so painful that she was sweating so much. She looked at the pile of salt, gritted her teeth, grabbed a towel and bit it in her mouth, then picked up the handful of salt and sprinkled it on the wound. Suddenly, her facial features were twisted in pain, and her whole body was in pain.