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Mo Qingyou just asked casually, but he didn't expect this sword spirit to be so interesting that he answered honestly.

"My eyes are very accurate. Did you look at someone through me just now? Is it the girl you like?"

Mo Qingyou's keen insight surprised Xihe's heart. He smiled and said, "No, it's my fourth sister."

"Sister Si? Do you still have a younger sister? What kind of weapon spirit?" When this question was asked, Xihe's expression was a little bit calm.

What he regrets most is his specialness, and he is destined to live longer and longer than anyone else, watching the relatives around him leave one by one.

Mo Qingyou put his fingers around the hair, and said swiftly, "I suffer a little, let you look at me [seeing and thinking], but you want me to follow you... Well, it's pretty good here. Strange, I'm a little girl alone, it's not safe..."

Not... safe? Xihe's mouth twitched, he didn't believe the other party's rhetoric.

"I will go back in two years. I won't come back anymore. You should find someone else." Xihe shook his head slightly and declined the proposal.

"Go back? Where are you going back?" Mo Qingyou is not discouraged, but Xihe treats others a little coldly, and she is ignored most of the time.

In the next two years, Xihe headed east, recording more and more beautiful and cultural landscapes with his personal brain on his wrist.

It’s just different from the past. From time to time, there will be a pretty and beautiful girl in the picture, occasionally dancing barefoot, with layers of clothes waving in the wind, occasionally using the finger as a sword, dancing with the sword, or playing naughty, always with brows and eyes. Smile...

With the passage of time, the people in the picture have become the protagonists, and the beautiful scenery has become the foil and background.

"This is...what's wrong with me?" When Dai Xihe realized her unusual behavior, the time was almost reaching the deadline.

"Hey, Xiaohezi, what are you doing with this weird thing? Hehehe...are you secretly photographing me?" When he was in a daze, the man's enlarged eyebrows appeared in front of him, making Xihe startled.

Xihe took pictures and video all the way, and the weird things she took out naturally couldn't hide from Mo Qingyou. She was curious at first, but after knowing the function of this thing, she lost interest... She didn't understand why the other party was so persistent?

"No..." He turned off Zhinao's camera in a hurry, Xihe turned his face to one side, and said lightly, "If you don't get married, you should pay attention to some male and female guards... You are really... you are not at all vigilant. ..."

"Get used to it, puff-Xiaohezi is still so funny, I recently discovered that if I get closer to you, you will blush, and the roots of your ears will be red." Mo Qingyou raised his hand to cover his mouth, her dark eyes. There seemed to be stars scattered.

"Habit?" Xihe keenly caught this word, the other's eyes flickered, fingers around her hair, and she got up and avoided.

"It's nothing...I didn't say anything just now..." After finishing speaking, Mo Qingyou's eyes were attracted by the gadgets on the side of the booth, and the news of the birth of the Divine Sword more than a year ago came in her ears. His expression changed.

Going to the teahouse to ask for a pot of tea, Mo Qingyou stretched out his right hand towards him, Xihe lowered her eyes, and cooperatively took out three oiled paper bags, which contained freshly baked chicken legs and fried duck legs... Knowing that Xihe has a static time storage space around him, Mo Qingyou no longer has to worry about his rations, and can be full every time.

"Um, Okazuko, do you want to get the Divine Sword?"

"I don't want to, I'm not interested." Xihe poured a cup of tea. Although it is an ordinary tea house, there are many monks here. The tea house is also opened by monks. The taste of tea is naturally not bad, and a warm feeling rises in the belly, "Feisheng What a bluff."

"What if... is it true?" Mo Qingyou gnawed off a bag three times, seven or eight chicken legs, with an expression of inexplicable expression on his face, wishing to lick all the oil on his fingers, "Like you. Dao Ling, it is very difficult to ascend through the thunder tribulation."

"It's okay, I have my own preparation...If I can't survive the thunder, it's okay..." The latter sentence was almost in his mouth, but Mo Qingyou's hand paused slightly, obviously. She heard it.

"Why? Now that many people are going to the shore of the East China Sea with their divine swords, aren't you here too?"

"I just heard that there is a strange thing on the coast of the East China Sea, so magnificent, so I want to see it, not for the divine sword." Xihe said indifferently, "and I want to go home too. Bring some souvenirs back..."

"Go home? So... when will you come back? Where is your home? If it is possible, I will go and see... The world of cultivation is really boring, and the scenery is just that..." She folded her hands and pressed her chin. , "I, I have been with Xiaohezi for two years, but I don't think you are very enthusiastic about practice, could it be... you really don't want to ascend?"

"After I go home, I probably won't come again. As for where my house is...that's a place you can't reach for the rest of your life... Besides, soaring? It doesn't make much sense to me, so naturally it's a little boring."

If he wanted to, he could even go directly to the God Realm, without experiencing any ascension catastrophe at all.

"Puff——Xiaohezi is talking big, there is no place I can't go to in these ten thousand worlds, even in the gods." Mo Qingyou covered his mouth and chuckled lightly, his eyes flashing with jokes. She seemed to want to see Xihe's surprised expression.

But she was destined to be disappointed, and Xihe's expression owed even a slight change.

"Really? That's... surprising." Xihe twitched the corners of her mouth. The sharp eyebrows sharpened by the war were already soft, and the edges and corners were smoothed by time. With a move in his heart, he had already guessed the true identity of Mo Qingyou.

Coming to the coast of the East China Sea, as Xihe said before, he went to the souvenirs on the bottom of the coast of the East China Sea. In the plane store, this thing is quite expensive and not new. However, there are many on the coast of the East China Sea, as long as the strength is enough, they can be picked.

Knowing Mo Qingyou's true identity, Xihe smiled bitterly and shook his head slightly, and directly used the merchant's medal to teleport herself to the depths of the East China Sea. At this time, Mo Qingyou, who lived next to the inn room, instantly noticed that the other's breath disappeared without a trace.

"This little and son... where did you go?" Mo Qingyou appeared in Xihe's room, and found that the bed was still warm, the cloak was still on the screen, the tea on the table was still hot...but no one was there!

She quickly dissipated her spiritual knowledge, spreading across the East China Sea, but she found nothing!

After another day and night, the sea on the coast of the East China Sea was surging continuously, and the sky was gloomy, as if to confirm the rumor that the divine sword was born.

"Xiaohezi... are you back?" Mo Qingyou was resting slightly with his hand on his forehead, only to find that there was one more person in the room.

"Well... why are you here?" If the teleportation location is correct, this should be his room, right?

The group of monks gathered on the shore of the East China Sea and made smoke and itchy there, Xihe was very careful, and only then did he collect enough [local products]. Counting the time, he should go back in these two days, lest his mother worry.

"I found that you are no longer in the room, so come and take a look." Mo Qingyou stood up, her vision in the room was dim, her eyesight was very good, she could clearly see the other person's almost indifferent expression, "When shall we go to the shore of the East China Sea... …"

"No, I have already been there." Xihe shook his head slightly, and said, "Thank you for the girl's company over the past two years. It's just a feast that is everywhere in the world. When I leave home for a long time, my family members should miss it for a long time, so I want to go back. have a look."

go home? I thought this was just a momentary rhetoric from the other party, but I didn't expect it to be true.

On the second day, the censer in the room was filled with smoke, and Mo Qingyou sat cross-legged on her bed. She could feel that there was no one in the next room.

"Hmph, I don't believe that there are places I can't find in this world... If you leave, who will bring me chicken legs!" Mo Qingyou suffocated in her chest, but this suffocation accumulated as she searched in vain. The more, until the outbreak.

After thinking about it, she could only cut through the space and went to the Eight Desolation Valley, looking for the retired former god, that is, her master, and the current adoptive father for help. The foster father and mother have lived in seclusion here for many years. She has been here more than once, and she has found her after she is familiar with it.

The little girl shyly talked about the ins and outs. Mo Qingyou thought that the adoptive father could catch Xihe who left without saying goodbye in an instant, but found that the adoptive father's expression was slightly serious and subtle.

"Foster father, what's wrong?"

The red-haired man sitting at the top shook his head slightly, his face condensed, "There is no such person on the wheel of fortune, he is not in this world."

"What?" Mo Qingyou's eyes rounded, and he didn't understand what this meant.

In this world... there are people whom the former **** Honglian couldn't find?

"The two of you don't have a close relationship. It's best to forget each other. It's just two years of getting along. Why did you get stuck?"

Honglian got up, stroked the top of Mo Qingyou's hair, sighed inwardly, the word of love is the most sleepy person.

This child was the saber of Honglian's early years, but he was too sullen, and he was purified and sealed. Washing the evil spirits instead gave birth to the sword spirit. After all, he was predestined, and Honglian not only helped her to smoothly transform her spirit, but also adopted as an adopted daughter, raised it under her knees, and treated her like a daughter.

Honglian and his wife are both Xijing’s personalities. Few people know about the seclusion. After Mo Qing’s self-improvement, there are very few people in contact with her. In addition, her adoptive mother has a dislike for contention. It's simpler.

"My daughter didn't... just, I think he is funny..."

curious? interesting? Gu Lian smiled without saying a word, just looking at the lost expression of her adopted daughter, she couldn't bear it.

Honglian had a bad idea, "It's just a man. If you like it, ask your brother to check the young talents in the Palace of Gods carefully and take them home."

Mo Qingyou couldn't laugh or cry, "Are there young talents in the Palace of Gods? Which age is not countless times older than me..."

Gulian: "..." R1152

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