Le Xiaojing was stunned, watching Mo Xingchen's leaving figure, motionless, unable to say a word, but tears streaming down like a faucet.
"Young Master!" Not far from the door, Xiong Shang suddenly called to Mo Xingchen.
Mo Xingchen looked at Xiong Shang with a distant look. He also knew the reason why Xiong Shang moved out of Gulou in the first place. Many people knew about his feelings for Le Xiaojing. Unfortunately, Le Xiaojing didn't appreciate it, so Xiong Shang felt sad.
He moved out later, but Xiong Shang had a relatively reserved personality, so he still had a good impression of him.
"Xiaojing has deep feelings for you." Xiong Shang looked at Mo Xingchen with pleading eyes.
Mo Xingchen's eyes narrowed and he said, "That's why I don't want to hurt her."
Xiong Shang was stunned and said: "If it weren't for Brahma Tianluo, would you like her?"
Mo Xingchen smiled hoarsely and said: "Xiong Shang, I have always regarded her as my biological sister, so how can I have a second feeling? If I don't point it out, I'm afraid it will hurt her even more."
Xiong Shang turned around and looked inside the room. Elder Le seemed to have aged a lot. He was murmuring advice inside, but Le Xiaojing could only cry.
"If you like her, work harder." Mo Xingchen reached out and patted Xiong Shang on the shoulder before leaving.
The male merchant stood at the door for a long time before quietly leaving.
Mo Xingchen went directly back to his room. His room was next door to the study. It had the same decoration style, but there was a black wooden high-top table placed in the window. There was one thing on it, and only one thing.
Brahma Luo would be surprised if she saw it, because there was a small wooden bottle on it, which was very rough in workmanship and had the word "Luo" engraved in the middle. This bottle was the first time Mo Xingchen encountered it in the Beast Prison Forest when he was eight years old.
Five-year-old Brahma Tianluo, after Brahma Tianluo stunned Longhu with poison, this was the antidote bottle she threw to Mo Xingchen, but Mo Xingchen never threw it away.
In fact, Mo Xingchen didn't know why he didn't throw away the bottle. Instead, he put it on the table after returning to Xingmang Valley. Occasionally he would look at it when he passed by, which reminded him of the playful and arrogant little girl back then.
One of the most impressive memories of his childhood.
At this moment, Mo Xingchen walked to the table, reached out to pick up the small wooden bottle, and gently stroked the word "Luo" with his fingers. Brahma Tianluo's pretty face with a friendly smile appeared in front of his eyes, and the corners of his mouth slowly curved,
Warmth flowed through his heart, and his life was filled with warmth because of her.
"Xiao Luo, you are the only one I will not marry in this life!" Mo Xingchen became more determined with this idea in his heart.
Putting down the small wooden bottle, Mo Xingchen began to deal with Gulou's affairs. Because of the success of this event, he must immediately let the top ten mercenary groups know that Xingmang Valley or Gulou has the final say. Regarding the previous reduction in tribute and contempt for Gulou,
He must return to the previous rules when it comes to building and other matters.
Although the ten major mercenary groups all want to squeeze Gulou out, they are not harmonious. It can be said that there is a life-and-death hatred between the several groups during the experience of treasure hunting, so it is impossible to truly combine together. This is
It gave Gulou a benefit.
Mo Xingchen believed that it was impossible for any group to oppose Gu Lou alone, but it was impossible for them to truly unite, so it was time for Gu Lou to take charge of Xingmang Valley again.
"Dad, I won't let you down!" Mo Xingchen held his hands tightly, his eyes filled with determination.