Flowers bloom on the Moshang for the return of the king

Chapter 2

"My lord priest, a godlike figure like the wind and the moon, how can he be interested in restoring the country? However, as long as he is willing, it is very possible to unify the entire continent..."

"..."

There were endless discussions.

"Hmph, the toad wants to eat swan meat!" A rather thin voice yelled, covering everyone's voices.

It was the table by the window that made the sound, and a group of children were sitting on that table.This group of children looked to be between twelve and thirteen years old, three boys and six girls.

These children were all dressed in neat white clothes of the same style, with an ink lotus embroidered on their collars, they must be from the same family.The only difference is the material of their clothes and the ornaments on their bodies.There are luxurious and ordinary...

"Yeah, yeah, how dare someone like you think of Priest Kazama? It's ridiculous!" Someone echoed.

"There are a lot of shameless people these days. A daughter who looks at the grave is even worthy of dreaming about Priest Kazama, and she doesn't take a pee to take care of herself."

"That's right, that's right. She's not afraid that the stench of corpses will suffocate Priest Kazama..."

"It's just relying on a foxy face to confuse people."

"...|"

It was also a girl who was maliciously criticized by this group of children.

The clothes she was wearing were the oldest, the materials were the roughest, but she looked very good. At this moment, her little face was flushed, her head was lowered and her mouth was tightly pursed, not daring to make a sound.

"Okay, okay, you guys, why are you here again? We are both children of Mojiabao, so we should love each other." A gentle-looking boy smoothed things over.

"Brother is soft-hearted. Hmph, what kind of Mojiabao is she? If we hadn't helped her family, she and her alcoholic father would have gone begging long ago!" A gorgeously dressed girl curled her lips.

"Okay, Han Luo, don't talk about it!" The boy's face darkened slightly.

"Hmph, I can't eat looking at her face." Mo Hanluo dropped his chopsticks and left.

"We also don't want to sit with her. It seems that we have been in the cemetery for a long time, who are we bluffing with a dead face all day?" The other boys and girls also got up and left the table.

The gentle young man sighed, and looked at the girl named Mo Jiuzi gently: "Jiuzi, they just have poisonous mouths, don't take it to heart..."

Mo Jiuzi's pretty face fluctuated red and white, and she lowered her head: "I'm fine..." Then she raised her head unwillingly: "Cousin, you don't believe me? I... I really dreamed about the wind several times. A priest, exactly the same as the one in the car today."

The gentle boy sighed, "It's not surprising that you like him so crazily that you would dream about him."

"But...but I still dreamed that he taught me kung fu... They, why didn't they believe it?" Mo Jiuzi murmured.

The gentle young man didn't pick up her words anymore, but just patted her on the shoulder: "Okay, it's getting late, let's go to rest. We have to hurry tomorrow..."

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Night, cool as water.

Mo Jiuzi was lying on the bed and was about to fall asleep, when there was a light knock on the window.

With a heartbeat, she hurriedly put on her clothes and got up, opened the window to look, and was stunned for a while.In an instant, his eyes were hot, and he called out in a trembling voice: "My lord priest!"

The smoke cage is cold, the water is moon cage and the sand is in the cage, and a person stands floating outside the window.

She was dressed in a white robe, and her black hair was randomly pulled up with a hosta, and it was scattered behind her back like splashed ink.Behind him was the dark blue sky, and he stood there, as if even the bright moon had become his background.

(End of this chapter)