Madame General, Don’t Aggravate Me!

"Who loves her?" Mo Zichen heard this, as if he had been pierced by a needle, and immediately choked back.

Wei Liaozi sneered: "Why do you want to save her? Let her kill her own life, and you will marry another one that is not the best of both worlds. Go back."

He lay back on the trunk, raised his two legs, looked up at the sky, and drank again.

Mo Zichen's throat twitched, thinking for a moment, and seemed very reluctant to admit: "For Bei Mo, I must save her! Because only she can really rescue Bei Mo!"

Wei Liaozi stopped there with the gourd's hand. He glanced at Mo Zichen at the corner of his eye and raised his eyebrows: "Oh? She's so important? Mozi Chen, who can make all the eyes look down, kneels because of her. Let ’s talk about it, if there are sufficient reasons, I can consider it. "

Mo Zichen immediately told Wei Liaozi about why she married Su Biluo, why Marry Su Bi was behind her, what she had done, and what she had written about her, the inexplicable illness.

In Mo Zichen ’s heart, Wei Liaozi is not only his uncle, but also his master, and a hero who is ashamed of the Mo family. No matter how proud he is, he is willing to kneel in front of him and put himself in his heart. The whole thing.

At a young age, Mo Zichen became the pillar of the Mo family, and the burden on his shoulders was too heavy. Everyone thought he was a god-like being, omnipotent and unfavorable, but ignored that he might also have fragile moments and moments to talk.

Only, can he talk to his brother and sister?

Can he talk to his grandma and mother-in-law?

No! Of course not!

Because, only if he is rock-solid, Mo's talents have spiritual support; only if he is indestructible, can the Mo's army attack all.

But now, in front of Wei Liaozi, in front of an elder who was once like a master, Mo Zichen, who always stretched a handsome face, couldn't help but put aside his shackles and became sentimental, full of blood and flesh.

After listening to the strange conversation between Mo Zichen and Su Biluo, Wei Lianzi was speechless for a while.

Mo Zichen was very anxious: "Master, no matter how many grudges in the past, please let go for a while. Human life is close to heaven. In my heart, you are always my master, and my most serious master. I believe that you will not Watching a life dying, let alone watching Bei Mo gradually ruining the hands of Ning Wang. Master, heal the sick and save people, it's expensive. Please don't delay it, Master. Follow me down the mountain immediately. "

Wei Liaozi looked up at the sky and grinned to the sides: "Haha, Mo Zichen, if you can keep on kneeling for a day and night, then I will go with you. This is what your Mo family owes me. That's what you should do for Mrs. Ling! "

After the words were finished, Wei Liaozi's body was vertical, and Qingying flew across the sky and disappeared instantly.

Mo Zichen's knees were already hurting, but he didn't stand up. It was not that he was obedient, but that he knew Wei Liaozi too well. It is impossible for Wei Liaozi to go far, he must hide in the dark and secretly monitor.

That's right, this is what the Mojia owed to Wei Liaozi.

It stands to reason that he really should pay for his teeth and let Su Biluo die.

However, Wei Liaozi is a strange person with a strange mind and a deep mind. He knows very well that Mo Zichen is not the most responsible person, he also knows what is a "big right and wrong", and is a little curious about Su Biluo in Mo Zichen's mouth. .

This silly apprentice, I don't know how it feels to like a woman.

However, why can Mo Zichen and his wife fly together, but they have to endure close love with their sweetheart, but they have no achievable pain.

Huh, is the love between you deeper than me and Hua Jiyue?

Mo Zichen, just kneel!

Wei Liaozi suddenly lost his temper in his heart, drifting away with a mood to read jokes.

Soon, Mo Zichen was kneeling numb.

The wind is getting colder and colder, the air is getting more and more sullen, and even the tree shadows are getting grayer and darker, accumulating to a certain degree, and suddenly, "Boom" a thunderous sound, tearing apart the earth-shattering rainstorm.

After a series of pouring rain, Wula La fell on Mo Zichen.

Only a scoop is already soaked all over the body.

Another scoop scoured all the blood under his knees.

Kneeling for too long, the knee has been broken and bleeding, but Mo Zichen gritted his teeth and endured, his face was cold, and after the rain, it was more cold and solemn.

Wei Liaozi drank on the top of the bell tower and drank, staring at the wide and straight back, wondering what the honest man thought at this moment, whether it was Su Biluo's safety or the northern desert's safety.

Perhaps, this guy can't figure it out himself.

However, no matter what the purpose is, only by giving it can make him understand himself better.

Wei Liaozi raised his lips slightly, showing the indifference of world affairs, which made him look especially detached.

He suddenly thought of something, lifted the green robe, and disappeared on the clock tower.

Several young priests appeared on the corridor and pointed at Mo Zichen. However, none of them dared to persuade Mo Zichen or hold an umbrella to cover him.

Mo Zichen's ears only had the sound of wind and rain whizzing by, the tyranny of the rain, and his eyes could not be opened. This body is no longer his own body, Mo Zichen's whole body is frozen.

And the big tree in front of him seemed to be knocked down and hit him at any time.

In the early morning of the following day, when the wind stopped and the rain stopped, Mo Zichen seemed to have become a kneeling zombie with a pale face that was scary.

It's cold, hungry, tired, and painful!

Mo Zichen clenched his teeth with strong perseverance!

Su, Bi, Luo, this crime suffered by this general today, after you wake up, you must find it back!

No matter how sloppy he is, Su Biluo can't hear it at all, but every bone of him is clamoring with pain. He didn't know how long he could last, but he insisted on doing his best.

In the evening, Wei Liaozi appeared in front of Mo Zichen.

"I asked her. She asked me to rescue Mrs. Ling, then, let's go ..." Wei Liaozi dropped this sentence decisively and turned to stride the meteor down the mountain.

Mo Zichen understood what he said, and finally put down the force he mentioned. As soon as he let go, his senses became more acute and the pain became more severe. The knee bone seemed to be broken, and both legs were numb. He really adjusted for a while before he barely propped himself up.

By the time of the empire, Wei Liaozi was already consulting Su Biluo, and the Mo family siblings and two girls were surrounded by the bed, each showing a concerned expression.

Wei Liaozi listened carefully, but just took the pulse for a while, and it seemed to be on his chest. He opened his eyes and looked again at Su Biluo's face and the red rash on his body. Then he slightly stood his head.

He looked around and suddenly walked quickly under the window, grabbed the plum blossoms under the window sill and threw it out of the window.

To everyone's surprise, Mo Zichen asked: "Wei Liaozi, what do you mean?"