Zhaomeishan is really a very beautiful place.
Frost and snow cover the earth, and the cold plum illuminates the sky. Even if the wind blowing is cold and biting, the elegant fragrance in it is enough to make up for everything, making the cold less difficult to endure.
Mo Jiushao looked at the half-beast boy in front of him without blinking.
He has handsome features, not so dazzling, but absolutely unforgettable for arrogance.
He missed him for three whole years, and he waited for him to wake up every day and every night. He had imagined what it would be like to meet countless times, but he never imagined that it would be like this when we meet again.
Chu Muyun did not expect to bump into Mo Jiushao here.
He has not yet obtained the holy snow lotus, even if he has the vigor and body protection of the ice spirit beast, if Mo Jiushao is in too close contact with him, he will definitely find something strange.
After all, Yan Chen had only heard of the poison of fierce fire, but Mo Jiushao had actually gotten along with it, and because of Yan Junqing, he was very familiar with the fire, so as long as he had a heart to investigate, he would definitely find out.
Fortunately... Here is Mount Terumei.
There are Ling Xuan, who knows about it, and Yan Shen, who always thinks the matter is not big enough.
Chu Muyun's heart turned back and forth, but there was only a little doubt on his face: "Who are you?" There was a completely unfamiliar look in his light blue eyes, and his voice was clear and bright, but unfortunately he was alienated from politeness. The attitude to have.
Mo Jiushao was stunned.
Chu Muyun smiled, and said quite politely: "Are you here to find your uncle? The magic circle here is indeed quite difficult, and you will get lost if you don't go well, but there is a messenger eagle here, you only need… "
Before he finished speaking, he spoke arrogantly, his voice as cold as the frost and snow around him: "You have always lived here."
This was not a question, but an affirmation, but Chu Muyun didn't care, his light blue eyes were clear, and he replied, "Yes, I grew up here."
Mo Jiushao stared at him: "Yan Chen and I are brothers and sisters, and I have never heard of him adopting a child."
Chu Muyun hurriedly defended: "I'm not a child."
Mo Jiushao's eyes fell on his prominent plush ears.
Only then did Chu Muyun say, "I... I really grew up on Mount Zhaomei. Uncle Yan Chen has always taken care of me. I..." He seemed to be a little confused, his delicate brows were furrowed, and he was very serious. Thinking about how to answer this question.
At this time, Ling Xuan realized it, and he replied, "He is not Chu Muyun."
Mo Jiushao's eyes turned to him suddenly: "I can tell the difference myself."
Ling Xuan sighed lightly: "I can understand your mood, but he's just a little beast, and you have seen it..." Ling Xuan flicked the little orc's cute ears badly, and continued, "His ears Is such that."
Chu Muyun turned to look at him in dissatisfaction.
Ling Xuan smiled and pinched his cheek, but what he said to Mo Jiushao: "He is not your Chu Muyun, he is my Ling Duoduo."
Chu Muyun glared at him and quickly defended: "I'm not Ling Duoduo!"
Ling Xuan's words made it clear that he was coaxing children: "Okay, Duoduo is not Ling Duoduo."
Chu Muyun was annoyed by him: "You!"
Ling Xuan: "What do you want to be called master."
Chu Muyun was even more annoyed: "You are dreaming!"
The two of them were arguing here and there, Mo Jiushao didn't say a word, just stood there fixedly, if it weren't for the ink hair reaching his waist, I'm afraid it would be mistaken for frost and snow.
Zero: "woohoo, arrogant and pitiful."
Chu Muyun: "Don't worry, abuse is healthier."
Zero: "Where is healthy!!"
Chu Muyun: "Probably the heart... um... After all, it has a stronger ability to bear."
Zero: qaq!
Chu Muyun and Ling Xuan's bickering can make the world old, but fortunately, Yan Chen has already sensed the excitement outside and walked out of Zhaomei Palace.
He wore a dark purple robe, which made his already fair complexion even whiter, and his long hair was casually scattered behind his back, except that he pulled it back at his left ear, revealing a slender and sexy neck, if not for the brows that were always overflowing A little coolness, I am afraid that people who will be fascinated will be dizzy.
Of course, Ling Duoduo was already confused.
When he saw Yan Chen, his eyes were full of surprises. Just now, he quarreled with Ling Xuan like a furry beast, but now he is as docile as a well-behaved cat. He quickly came to Yan Chen's side without any hesitation. Throwing himself into his arms, the dependence on Junxiu's face was undisguised, and the smile overflowing from the corner of his mouth was like a child who finally returned home, full of satisfaction and joy.
"Uncle Yan Chen!" He called to him softly.
Mo Jiushao stared at Yan Chen indifferently.
Yan Chen was unmoved, he just raised the corner of his mouth, gently stroked the little orc's back with his fingers, and said warmly, "Why are you back?"
Chu Muyun looked up at him: "Don't you want me to come back?"
Yan Chen looked into his light blue eyes: "I think, I miss you very much."
Such a simple sentence made this little orc's cheeks flush red, and the deep love in his eyes almost overflowed. He hesitated a little, as if he knew that an outsider was present... But he couldn't bear the love, and finally he couldn't bear it. He stood on tiptoe and kissed the man he was thinking about.
Yan Chen held his waist and deepened the kiss slightly.
The little orc is very sensitive, especially to those who are in his heart. He closed his eyes and wrapped his hands around Yan Chen's neck, completely addicted to it.
'Zheng' pierced the sky with a sword cry, and at that moment, it seemed that even the entire Zhaomei Mountain shook.
The sudden burst of coercion was like a landslide and tsunami, rolling up the surrounding white snow, and the plum tree with deep roots was pulled up from the ground.
In just a moment, Zhaomei Mountain was in a mess, but the person who caused all this was still as elegant as the wind.
He stood with a sword in his hand, no ashes on his robe, his demeanor was indifferent and calm, only his voice was filled with a hint of anger: "What the hell is going on?"
He asked Yan Shen.
Yan Chen looked at him, raised his lips slightly, and smiled coldly: "Senior brother, don't get me wrong, this is not your Xiaoyun, but..." He deliberately paused before saying maliciously, "My Xiaoyun. "
The moment these four words landed, Mo Jiushao raised his hand, and the sharp point of the sword touched Yan Chen's eyebrows.
This move was so fast that even Ling Xuan couldn't see it clearly.
Yan Chen naturally couldn't escape, not to mention he didn't want to.
After reacting, Chu Muyun quickly blocked in front of Yan Chen, the ice spirit beast's energy was full, almost forming a light blue shield, he opened his hands to protect Yan Chen, his clear eyes were full of anger: " what are you going to do!"
He stared fiercely at Mo Jiushao, completely angered by his behavior.
Mo Jiushao looked at him.
They have exactly the same appearance, and even have a somewhat similar temperament, but... This time, he was in front of another person.
Still desperate, guarding with life.
Mo Jiushao retracted his sword, and a trace of exhaustion rose between his eyebrows: "It was me who offended me."
Chu Muyun was very angry: "Even if you are your uncle's senior brother, but..."
Yan Chen patted his hand: "It's okay."
Chu Muyun looked up at him, very worried: "But he really wanted to kill you just now."
Yan Chen kissed his forehead affectionately: "Uncle is very happy with Xiaoyun's protection."
Chu Muyun's face turned red: "I will work hard to cultivate, I will become stronger, and I will definitely protect you."
Yan Chen smiled and didn't speak, just glanced at Mo Jiushao from the corner of his eye.
Mo Jiushao's face remained motionless, except for the dark clouds in his eyes, obviously trying to suppress his emotions.
A burst of unspeakable comfort rose in Yan Chen's heart, but then there was some resentment that could not be erased.
No matter what, he couldn't compare to Mo Jiushao, no matter how he couldn't compare to Chu Muyun.
This little orc trusted him, attached to him, and protected him everywhere.
But everyone knows that the ice spirit beast has no heart, and when he is fully grown...
He still has nothing!
Yan Chen only felt that there was an empty space in his chest, the feeling that he could never be satisfied was tormenting him all the time, making him unable to resist destroying, smearing, destroying, morbidly reluctantly from the sorrow of others. It was a little soothing, but then it was really more terrifyingly empty.
Yan Chen restrained his emotions, he embraced the little orc and turned to look at the other two.
"The two of you came to look at Meishan, what's the matter?"
Mo Jiushao spoke first: "Do you have a holy snow lotus here?"
Yan Shen: "Yes."
Mo Jiushao: "I need it."
Yan Chen was about to speak, but Ling Xuan spoke out first: "It's a coincidence, I'm here to ask for this too."
Yan Chen looked at him and asked suspiciously, "What do you want Saint-Grade Xuelian to do?"
Ling Xuan smiled: "It's useful."
Mo Jiushao looked at Ling Xuan: "I need this thing, you can make an offer."
Ling Xuan: "You can't afford my conditions."
Mo Jiushao narrowed his eyes.
Ling Xuan smiled, his red eyes flashing: "You have collected so many holy-grade snow lotus, how about giving me the last one?"
Mo Jiushao didn't hesitate: "No."
Ling Xuan said: "You just want to revive that little mage, but there is an identical one in front of you, so why bother."
As soon as his words came out, the most innocent people in the audience were immediately stunned.
Zero: "(ー.′ー) What to do with anger!"
Chu Muyun: Touch Your Head.jpg
Zero: I'm so confused, why doesn't dos 2.0 have translation.
Mo Jiushao turned his head to stare at the little orc, and said every word: "No matter how similar it looks, it's just a replica."
Ling Xuan's eyes were full of smiles, and he looked at Chu Muyun with some malicious intent.
Chu Muyun studied the expression of Baby Zero earnestly, but it was quite difficult with a confused look on his face.
It seemed that he had regained his composure. Mo Jiushao looked at Yan Chen and then at Chu Muyun. After a while, he stared at the little orc and said in a very pleasant voice, "Is your name Xiaoyun? Three years. Before, there was also a little cloud on Qianluan Peak, exactly the same as yours..." He raised his lips and continued, "Your uncle Yan Chen likes him very much, but unfortunately... he is my lover."