"I left just to break the curse." Mo Yang knew that her mother hated someone, and she hated him too. This kind of hatred has not been diluted by time, but has become more profound. But she doesn't know what she hates him for? Only if he dies.
Only in this way can the mother rest in peace, and it is also the key to unlocking the curse.
"Do you have a way? Even with the blood coagulation fruit, it can't be suppressed for long now," Xiang Mochen said in shock. The curse on Mo Yang is always a big stone in his heart. If it is activated, it will be irreversible.
"I don't know, maybe it's feasible." Mo Yang's eyes drooped slightly, looking a little confused, "Mo Chen, where is your father?"
"I died not long after I was born," Xiang Mochen said lightly. He had no idea about his father, and his impression of his mother only lasted when he was four years old.
The wind blew gently, raising their hair, and the warm spring sun shone on the two figures, glowing with golden spots, making them look unrivaled.
After a long while, Xiang Mochen almost begged: "Let me accompany you, I am your brother."
"No need" She really doesn't need it, she is used to being alone
Xiang Mochen was worried, "When will you come back?"
"Maybe never come back"
"Not coming back?" Xiang Mochen looked coldly, and his unchanging smile had long since disappeared without a trace. "Do you know that your temperament may hurt others?"
"What does other people have to do with me?" Mo Yang didn't care. She always did things just to achieve her goals. What other people did had nothing to do with her.
Xiang Mochen was startled, and then his expression turned gloomy. There was nothing he could do against Moyang...
Three days later, Mo Yang left the Mingshang Sect, and not long after, Xiang Mochen, Xiang Ziluo, and Luoxue also left one after another.
Shuiyue Town is as it was four years ago
"Excuse me, brother, how to get to the valley on this mountain?"
The woodcutter was startled. A fairy-like young man in black suddenly appeared in this deserted mountain. It makes people wonder...
The cold voice asked again: "Excuse me, brother, how to get to the valley on this mountain?"
The woodcutter regained his composure and said quickly: "This, this young man, there is no valley on this mountain. I have been collecting firewood on this mountain for decades and I have never seen a valley."
"No? Brother, have you ever seen black flowers?"
"Sir, are there any black flowers in the world?" the woodcutter asked in confusion, why did he ask such a strange question?
"Thank you, brother, for telling me this, and say goodbye."
"Sir, are you going up the mountain?" the woodcutter asked suspiciously.
"Yes"
"Sir, there are often wild beasts on this mountain. I advise you not to go up the mountain." The woodcutter said worriedly. Looking at this man's delicate stature, he seemed to fall over in the wind.
"Thank you for reminding me, brother, I will be careful."
"Sir, if you still insist on going up the mountain, I have a knife here for you to defend yourself." The woodcutter found a long broadsword in the basket.
"Thank you for your kindness, brother, no need." After saying that, he turned and left. After a while, he disappeared and disappeared into the mountains.