It has been two hours since Ye Mingjun left the tent, Ji Mo carefully calculated that even if he ran to Yaozhou at the speed of the immortal, he should come back. This is really not normal. I don't know where this Ye Mingjun went again. He was in no mood to deal with the military report.
From Song Qiao's point of view, Ji Mo has almost no emotional fluctuations. Everyone occasionally talks witty and looks serious. It's the first time I've seen such an uneasy feeling. When I look at the paper on the plan again, the moment when I'm familiar with the numbers, I can't bear it. He couldn't help sighing: "He's just going out, do you still have to calculate the round-trip time with the equation? It's agreed that everyone is a liberal arts student?"
That's why you don't know how skinny this fairy is! This time is enough for him to go to the sky and the moon side by side three times!
Finally realizing what a terrible decision it was to let Ye Mingjun go out alone, Ji Mo remembered the endless bold ideas of immortals, and suddenly felt a little guilty, "You said, will he go directly to catch the demon king?"
"It's not so big, is it?"
With just one sentence, Song Qiao's pen fell to the ground. Although he thought that no one would go to fight the boss, Ji Mo's serious expression was brought to worry, "Now that there are plug-ins all over the place, the fighting power of the gods and humans is not enough. A unified standard, as far as you can see, what is the strength of the demon king?"
"First in five continents."
Ji Mo's answer did not hesitate. As Su Ge's biological father, Song Qiao raised his eyes in dissatisfaction, "In your heart?"
"It's a plate of meat in my mind, thank you."
When he mentioned this pitiful son, Ji Mo's voice became cold. He tapped the tip of the pen on the white paper and watched the puddle of ink slowly spread, and then he faintly expressed his guess.
"I always feel that there should be some kind of connection between the gods and the author, otherwise it is impossible to get us through the formation of the calf. If I were Ren Qingya, I would definitely use the advantage that I know the author best, and study the mysteries of it. , and then let yourself crush other heaven and man from the setting."
The great thing about Heaven and Man is that he cultivates at a much faster speed than ordinary people by virtue of the plug-ins in the settings. It can be said that if he can change his settings to the number one in the five continents, it is possible to become the strongest. Unexpectedly, the protagonist himself changed the setting of this kind of operation, Song Qiao's expression became serious, "Do you think it has been researched?"
"I don't know, so I need information from Yaozhou."
Shaking his head at him, even though he said that, Ji Mowei couldn't be optimistic when he started to gather heaven and man to summon gods.
After thinking about it carefully, you can see how mastering these means will affect the current situation, Song Qiao can only pat Ji Mo happily, "Fortunately you are on our side, no matter how much he studies, it is impossible for him to do it. Write it yourself."
However, Ji Mo's face instantly turned cold when he heard this, "Tell you some unfortunate news, I also studied the setting issues during my stay in Yaozhou, and combined with the current world, I thought of what I could think of. All Goldfinger wrote him down."
A golden finger that the author tailor-made for the protagonist with the goal of invincibility, Song Qiao really felt weak when he thought about it, looking at Ji Mo, who was also gloomy, he could only ask sincerely, "How does it feel to be trapped by yourself? "
These words can be said to be rubbing salt on the wound. Ji Mo resolutely picked up the pen without any expression, "I don't mind sending a letter to Chang Hui so you can experience it for yourself."
Song Qiao immediately conceded defeat as soon as he said this, so he stepped forward and said to please: "Don't, big brother, I was wrong! It's just a pit, which author doesn't dig a pit, as the saying goes, 'It's good to open a pit, fill a pit and crematorium ', I'll pour you some tea and admit I'm wrong? Don't rip off my vest, it will kill you!"
Ji Mo didn't really want to reveal his identity, but he was quite emotional when he saw Song Qiao clutching his vest and still trying to get Chang Hui back.
These authors are far less powerful than the protagonists they wrote. In fact, they are afraid of pain and death. They know the danger, but they still continue their own death-defying behavior. In fact, they have exhausted their courage for a lifetime. Song Qiao was like this, so was Ji Mo back then.
When Ren Qingya came back with injuries for the first time, Ji Mo finally realized that the war in reality is not so simple, and the so-called casualties are no longer a number. When stepping on the battlefield, everyone he knows may become A corpse armor that the author doesn't even bother to name.
At that time, Bai Lu was afraid of his father's worries, so he hid in the grass alone and licked his wounds, as if he had done it many times before, but he didn't know that he saw it all.
As long as he thinks that the corpse that might be brought back next time is the white deer facing him day and night, Ji Mo will feel genuine fear. Therefore, even if the aptitude is not good, he still finds various exercises to practice hard, and racks his brains to strengthen the fighting ability of the demon king. Unexpectedly, in the end, it is the set words that he is trying to make Bai Lu live. own identity.
Ji Mo is not stupid, and has long since discovered the irreconcilable contradiction between the author and heaven and man. Even if the childhood experience in "White Deer and Green Cliff" is only three chapters, in terms of length, it is incomparable with the million words of the young demon king who is unmatched in the world, and it is a solid three years for Ren Qingya.
Knowing this, he considered whether it was time to run away, but after taking a look at the wound that Bailu had quietly healed without leaving any traces, he still didn't leave.
At that time, when Mo Xiang was a young man, there was no shortage of male protagonists to dominate the world. Ren Qingya was not a human being. If he failed, he would be slaughtered and eaten by Ye Junhou. The world was so dangerous, he could not throw his protagonist away. Don't care.
Just let Ren Qingya regard him as the reincarnated old demon king. As long as he doesn't reveal his identity, he will be fine. The protagonist himself will not think that there is such an existence as the author in the world.
He wants to end the chaos between heaven and man, make sure that no one can take his deer away, watch it find the heroine he likes and have a happy nest with Hemei, then he can leave in peace.
Forget it, why not mention the past, the most important thing now is to solve the chaos in Yaozhou, and also, try to help Song Qiao to bring Chang Hui back to the temple.
The perfect ending that I couldn't get to, and watching others successfully pass the customs is also a kind of psychological comfort.
As if it was fate, whenever Ji Mo felt a little lost, Lord Ye Ming would always appear in front of him. With the curtain lifted, a white-clothed immortal came floating on the water and moonlight. The former morning star priest said with a chuckle, "Ji Mo, I'm back!"
It was just a simple sentence, but it dispelled all the chills of the night when it entered his ears. Knowing that Ye Mingjun could sense his inner emotions, Ji Mo casually crumpled the white paper on the case and threw it away, and just asked as usual: "Xianxian Sir, why have you been gone for so long?"
That fellow seems to have intentionally kept him from getting close to Ren Qingya. The location where the space transfer fell was actually on the border of Mozhou, and it was because Ye Mingjun was good at flying that he was able to get back so quickly. At this time, he could only hand the demon refining furnace to Ji Mo and explain: " I was snatched by a nasty guy as soon as I stunned the deer, do you like that?"
So, he said he wanted a deer, but the fairy brought back all the animals except the deer
As soon as he lifted the lid, Ji Mo was shocked by the rich variety of animals inside. Hearing this, he could only ask calmly, "Let me ask you what color the deer is?"
"White, it's pretty, but it's a bit fierce."
I actually went to single-play BOSS! Also stunned the BOSS? Do the bosses do whatever they want!
The immortal's answer was very honest, but this didn't stop Ji Mo from wanting to throw the paper ball directly on his face at this time, and he slowly exhaled a breath to calm down, and then he said solemnly: "Please explain what happened. Tell me clearly."
However, when Lord Ye Ming sat obediently on the bed and explained his wonderful adventures that night, Ji Mo realized that he still underestimated the extent to which the immortals let themselves go.
Oh, what is it to catch a zoo to catch a pit father's son? If it wasn't for the person behind the scene who didn't show up, Ye Mingjun would even catch this server.
No, he looks like he is eager to try, and he is already trying to find a way to do something!
Based on Ji Mo's understanding of Ye Mingjun, this is a master who will go home obediently after being warned, and he will never stop until the whole server is pulled out of the sky.
Xu is that there are too many explosive news. Although the opponent is an ancient artifact, Ji Mo has no intention to worry, but after asking to understand how the heart robbery exists, he sighs helplessly: "Xianjun, you should not interfere in this matter. Many At times, understanding does not heal the wounds that have been left."
Empathy with the protagonist is the most basic skill of every author. No one in this world knows Ren Qingya better than Ji Mo. He can even deduce the emotions hidden behind each other's words and deeds. The sword that fell can never be forgiven.
Because it hurts too much, no matter what the reason is, I can't go back to my previous state of mind; because of understanding, I can't even ask angry questions and express vicious words; in the end, all I can leave is frustration.
This was the reason why he never asked Ye Mingjun for help. Ji Mo knew very well that Broken Mirror would never be reunited. Immortals have always been so confident and clear. The dusty past makes those who care about it stained with despair.
This is Ji Mo's favorite pearl in the palm. Now he just wants to make the immortals live happily every day. Other than that, everything else is no longer important.
"He has no power to save the world, and he is not a saint who can save the world. He has not even seen through the calamity. Without you, it is impossible to have the current cultivation base. I have practiced for five thousand years, and I know how many tribulations a monk has to go through and how much loneliness he has to endure. Only then can we ascend. Compared with real monks, all heaven and man are too easy."
Reaching out his hand and pulling the sighing young man into his arms, Ye Mingjun gently stroked his thin back, but his eyes were filled with pride that belonged only to the gods.
"It was you who found a shortcut for him to gain power. Only after he has survived the calamity of becoming an immortal can Ren Qingya be qualified to fight with this power."
However, as Ji Mo said, he would never interfere in such a thing in the past.
In the eyes of the immortals, the grievances and grievances of mortals are good. They only need to solve the people who violate the way of heaven. As for the so-called emotional entanglement, that is the problem of human beings themselves, and it is troublesome to involve them.
Strange, he has always been most afraid of trouble, why should he take the initiative to pay attention to mundane matters? Because, if Ji Mo sees a white deer like that, even if Ji Mo doesn't say it, he will feel uncomfortable in his heart
Suddenly I found that I seem to care about Ji Mo more than I imagined, it's like a harbinger of love coming, so I'll be able to successfully generate love. Thinking of this, the immortal immediately patted the young man's head happily, "Don't worry, if you can't beat that guy in the sky, I will run away with you. I am the one who is best at escaping among the top ten artifacts, and all the immortals and gods in the sky can testify! "
Wait, you've just been serious for a while, I haven't even organized the reply, why did I get skinny again? What the hell flipped your switch!
It seems that he was infected by the emotions of the immortals, and Ji Mo also felt that it would be unpleasant to talk too much about these topics for his son and his sweetheart.
Well, anyway, you can't die if you get upset, let it go. If Yaozhou can settle down because of this, it will be a blessing for the people of Shenzhou.
Since meeting Ye Mingjun, Ji Mo's mentality has become much more open-minded. He once thought that he would not be able to do it in his life, but he can easily do it in the arms of a fairy.
Thinking of Ye Mingjun's trip, he found that his only remaining kind was standing on the opposite side of the enemy. Although the face was no different from before, I was afraid that his heart would not feel well, so he said softly: "Xianjun, I don't have much time to accompany you these days. Is there anything you want to say to me?"
Recently, Ji Mo's temperament has become much brighter. When he thinks that this little guy who is afraid of people will finally be happy because he is hugged by him, Ye Mingjun's mood is also very good, and he immediately reveals what he has been thinking about while watching the moon on his way. Question, "Okay, I've been meaning to ask you, what does the moonlight really mean?"
Do you have to ask such an explosive question? What about the philosophy of life that the system teaches you to talk about poetry, lyrics and music? Completely forget the task
Unexpectedly, he suddenly brought up this topic after seeing the moon too much. Ji Mo didn't know if he should confess, but hesitantly said: "This, it's more complicated..."
However, before he could think about how to euphemistically let the immortal understand his meaning, a neglected background character couldn't help but say, "It's just that I like you, which literary girl has confessed to you?"
Ji Mo stiffened when he heard the voice, and then he remembered that Song Qiao was still in the tent, but he didn't expect the light bulb to go off, so he raised his head indifferently, "Mr. Song, why are you still here?"
Well, not a girl, but a young woman.
As soon as he heard his disgusting tone, Song Qiao guessed whose confession it was. Although he was sighing inwardly, big brother, are you in a relationship so literary and artistic, he still pointed out the truth to the two of them seriously.
"I want to declare that this is my office tent. It is a matter of course for me to work here. It was you two who ignored me as soon as they chatted, not my brother eavesdropping."
After I finished speaking, I felt that my light bulb seemed too bright. In order to prevent being killed by a certain morning star priest who was in love, I quickly picked up the demon refining furnace that shocked Ye Mingjun and fell directly to the ground. Pushing towards the outside of the tent, he said: "Okay, these birds and beasts will deal with them, you can find a secluded place to enjoy the beasts."
Faintly accepted the fact that he was being watched at the office, Ji Mo looked at Ye Mingjun, who was in a trance and didn't even realize that the magic weapon was taken away, and began to think about a serious question—
So, this person just held him in his arms and carried a stove in his hand? Is he just kidding or joking
The author has something to say: Ye Mingjun (shocked): What? I have already been confessed!
Ji Mo: Nonsense, we are all in love.
Ye Mingjun: When did it happen? I do not know how! The boss must have stolen my memory!
BOSS: I don't carry this pot!