Fast Transmigration: Monster Host Online Short Guard

  Chapter 61

It's already the twelfth lunar month of winter, and there is still no letter from Mojichen, but there is no news from the border. Since the last time he came back from the palace, Mo Chen sent Mo Qi to the border, but there is still no news, not only from Mojichen. There was no news about Yao Moran and Logan.

Mo Chen knew that this matter was no longer that simple, and he had to go to the border. However, the matter of Yuan Qingchen had not been completely resolved, and the Prime Minister did not have to worry about it anymore. Prime Minister Yuan resigned half a month ago and went into seclusion Mo Chen asked Mo Jiu to personally **** them to the south, the sky was high and the emperor was far away, and the seasons were like spring, so they could just retire.

It is rare that there is no snow today, and it is still sunny, but there is a layer of snow piled up in the yard. Mo Chen has nothing to do, and it is too boring to sit in the house, so he takes a walk in the yard. At the same time, Mo Chen had almost finished shopping around Prince Mo's Mansion.

  Mo Chen not only likes peach blossoms like Mojichen, but also likes plum blossoms, so he walked straight towards the plum garden.

  It was sunny after the snow, the air was very cold and cool, but it was very clean, and the field of vision was also very cool. The weather was clear, cloudless, and the sky was clear. It has been a long time since there was such a weather.

The plum blossoms in the plum garden are blooming, and the bright red plum blossoms stand proudly on the branches. Suddenly, I think of a poem, "Open the door in the morning and the mountains are covered with snow, the snow is clear and the clouds are light, and the sun is cold. Don't wait alone."

   Sure enough, as the ancients said, beautiful things cannot be described in a few words, nor can they be described in a few words, but this poem expresses the beauty nine out of ten.

  Also, how can beautiful things be expressed in words.

  Mo Chen paced among the plum blossoms. The plum blossoms were as red as blood, delicate and charming. Mo Chen walked up to a plum blossom, stretched out his hand, and touched the petals lightly. The cold touch came from his fingertips.

Mo Chen pursed his lips, turned around and looked at the plum garden, saying that seeing things and thinking about people, this plum garden is what Mo Chen promised to visit with Mo Chen, it seems that Mo Chen didn't go to the mountain temple with Mo Chen to enjoy the flowers in the end, Mo Chen I probably won't be able to enjoy the flowers with Mo Chen this year.

  Mo Chen was staring at a red plum in a daze, and touched the petals with his fingers. Suddenly, Mo Chen grabbed the flower tightly, and the flower was instantly ravaged. Mo Chen grabbed the red plum with one hand, and supported his head with the other.

  There was a strong tingling sensation from the spiritual imprint, and Mo Chen had to support his head, and a dark light flashed in his eyes. There is only one possibility for such a tingling sensation.

   Something happened to the ink dust.

  After the headache subsided, Mo Chen slowly opened his palm, and the broken plum petals lay there pitifully, and his palm was also stained red.

  Lolo was stunned, "Host, you, what are you doing?!"

  Mo Chen ignored it, and kept fighting with his hands.

  Suddenly, the wind and the earth swirled, and huge dark clouds gathered together, and the ground was dense, pressing towards the capital.

   "Host, you have aroused the anger of the natural law." Luo Luo could only watch helplessly as Mo Chen used energy that did not belong to this space, but he couldn't do anything.

  Mo Chen's expression was deep, "He, something happened." With the last hand strike, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and a teleportation array quickly formed in front of him.

   Luoluo's eyes widened. It knew how much the host cared about the laws of space and time, but now, she actually violated the laws of space and time for him.

   Mo Chen looked at the whirlpool of Huaguang in front of him, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and walked in with a gloomy expression.

  With the disappearance of the teleportation array, the dark clouds in the sky quickly dispersed.

  In a distant valley, a fairy-like old man stroked the long beard on his chin with an inexplicable expression. He finally sighed and passed away with the wind.

On the frontier battlefield, Mo Jichen looked at Huangfu Yijue who suddenly appeared in his tent, his eyes flashed with surprise, but it was more bloodthirsty, "Huangfu Yijue, you are so despicable." , smiling, his face covered with sweat, his temples were slightly wet, sticking to his face, holding a sword in one hand and stroking his chest with the other.

  Huangfu Yijue's eyes were dark, and his face was full of coldness, "Mojichen colluded with the third prince of Beimo, the evidence is convincing, punishing the nine clans." He slammed every word into Mojichen's ear, with a cold tone.

  The surrounding troops faced each other with swords, one pair was Mojichen, and the other was Huangfu Yijue.

  Huangfu Yijue looked at the person behind Mojichen, his eyes flashed coldly, "What? Do you want to punish the Jiuzu?"

  The people behind Mojichen did not move, and swore to protect the Lord to the death.

  In the past six months, the imperial court has never given them any support, and left them behind here. If Mojichen hadn't gotten food and pay, they would have died long ago.

   Moreover, they don't know whether Mojichen colluded with the third prince, but Mojichen led them to win countless battles and regain countless cities occupied by Beimo, they are clear about it.

  Sarcasm flashed in Mo Jichen's eyes, he endured the pain, and was supported by his hands to stand up straight, "Oh, Huangfu Yijue, you really make me look down on you."

  Huangfu Yijue didn't care what he valued, he waved his hand and asked his subordinates to arrest Mojichen and everyone else.

But, suddenly, a strong brilliance flashed in his eyes, and in the brilliance, was the person he had been thinking about day and night, but the way she looked at him was so, cold. For the first time, he found that she was looking at him, It's not indifference, it's not sarcasm, it's cold, boundless coldness.

   "Chen... Chen'er." Mo Jichen widened his eyes, then blinked, afraid that he was dreaming.

  When Mo Chen heard his voice, his heart was sore and swollen, and his eyes were a little sore. Turning around and looking at him, he saw bloodshot eyes at the corner of his mouth, and a dark light flashed in his eyes.

  Walking over, supported him, quickly stuffed a pill into his mouth, and then looked at him blankly.

Mo Chen subconsciously swallowed the medicine, fixed his eyes on Mo Chen, stretched out his trembling hand, gently stroked Mo Chen's temples, pinned it behind her ear, and stroked Mo Chen's face, No more action.

  The scene seemed to be paused, and there was no sound.

  Mo Chen was the first to come back to his senses, helped Mo Jichen go out, motioned his subordinates to follow, and directly ignored Huangfu Yijue and the others.

  Huangfu Yijue also came back to his senses, looked at Mochen, "Why, I promised you the successor, why do you still like him?"

  Mo Chen ignored him, just supported Mo Mochen, and used his spiritual power to acupoint Huangfu Yijue and others, "Be careful."

Luo Luo watched Mo Chen violate the law of time and space again, moved his lips, and finally shut up obediently, although he didn't know Mo Chen's identity, but violated the laws of nature, caused the law to be angry, and there are almost no people who can still live, the host, What identity does she have?

   Mo Chen supported Mo Chen, and those who followed behind, as well as those who had been acupunctured, seemed to have their memories washed away, and there was no reaction to Mo Chen's appearance.

  Huangfu Yijue watched people go to the empty barracks, his eyes were red, his face was so dark that ink could drip out in a second, "ink, trace, dust."

And Mo Chen had already left with Mo Chen and the others. He took out a jade pendant from his bosom and threw it to Mo Yi, "Take it to find Yao Moran. Mochen, you, take good care of Menger for me."

  Mo Yi was stunned for a moment, "Princess, you..."

   It's Friday again, have a great weekend everyone! Fang Zheng and Rong Xian can play again

   PS: The poem quoted in the article is Zheng Banqiao's "Snow in the Mountains"

   Alas~ the most painful thing every day is going to class

   I feel sleepy when I'm in class, huh huh

   Rong Xian, who is studying advanced mathematics: I really want to sleep zzz...

   sleep: no, you don't want to

   Drowsy Rong Xian: No, I don’t sleep, I can still learn, help me up

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  (end of this chapter)