Wicked Soldier King

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"You ... haven't said, how come you ... come to me? Is there anything I need to help?" Mo Wentian suppressed his emotions as much as possible, but in the face of Zuo Lengyue, he will always There was such a nervous feeling, this is a problem that no one can solve. If he can really puncture his tongue with two needles, he would have punctured it long ago.

While talking here, Mo Wentian also pulled out a silver needle, and everything came to a certain acupuncture point on the back of his hand in silence. He knew that this acupuncture point had the effect of eliminating tension. But regardless of whether the acupuncture is effective or if it has played a role psychologically, his stuttering is much better than just now.

"It seems that everyone's thoughts are the same now, if there is nothing, you will not easily walk around and take a look at your old friends." Zuo Lengyue smiled slightly: "Huh, it's been twenty years, you still look like It does n’t change much, how can a needle be used for beauty and beauty? "

"Slightly ... have ... had some effect." Mo Wentian smiled faintly. He didn't know what Zuo Lengyue meant, but he thought he was told to him: "Yeah, actually ......... Friends, there is nothing, and should walk around each other, ha ha ha ... years passed too quickly. "

Zuo Lengyue shook his head helplessly: "But with the increase of years, there will be more and more things around a person. Not many people can abandon the world like you, live in seclusion, live a simple and happy life. Life ... we are all controlled by the shackles of life. "

Mo Wentian was stunned, how he wanted to say that he also wanted to be controlled by the shackles of life, but he did n’t get his own happiness, so he chose to live in seclusion. This idle day seems to be chic, but the real simple happiness is yet It's always a little bit worse.

Most people have regrets in their lives. No one can make up for this. The world is so big, how can regrets not exist? It's just these regrets, even if you try everything you can't make up for it. Regret is regret. What is missed and irreparable is regret.

"I did come to you for something." Zuo Lengyue said lightly: "Just don't know, after so many years, will you still treat me as an old friend. If you think I'm insulting Place, you will follow your own rules. "

After a pause, Zuo Lengyue continued: "I heard that if you want to help you save someone, you must promise to do something for you. Am I right?"

"Are you going to help me save someone?" Mo asked Tian Yizheng, "Lengyue ... you let me help ... I will definitely help ... Thousand ... Don't say that out of the ordinary. No ... no matter the time How long ago ... I will treat you as a friend ... friend, really. "

"But if you help me like this, will it break your rules." Zuo Lengyue said.

Mo Wentian patted his chest and said, "The rules I set myself ... Rules! I ... How do I say, then ... That's how! There is no bad or bad rules ... saying! My rules , I ... make my own decision! "

Hearing Mo Wentian promised to be so happy, both Ling Feng and Outram were quite surprised. Although Mo Wentian lived in seclusion here, but his legend did not circulate less, just a while ago, the boss of the New Taipei Association, Gong Kang, practised and got into trouble. The meridians are chaotic and need someone to acupuncture and moxibustion. New Taipei will be so wealthy, so naturally I thought to ask Mo Wentian to go to the clinic.

But Mo Wentian refused in a word. He must not leave this place. If he wants to get a needle, then come. Moreover, a school should be built in a small town called Migagong near the Death Valley where he lives, and several teachers are invited for the children in this town!

Only when he agrees to this condition will he shoot. It was because when he went to the town to purchase, he heard several children expressing their longing for knowledge, so he had this condition. Xinbei originally thought that Mo Wentian could break the rules with his own money, but Mo Wentian retired directly and told them that if he feels uncomfortable, come to this valley at any time to find him, provided that he is not afraid of being killed by thunder. in the case of.

Many people know the thing about the Lenggler Gorge. Known as the Death Valley, Mo Wentian lived in it for so long without accident, and apparently some myths have been spread by people. So much so that even the New Taipei Association does not do anything rash.

In the end, Xinbei will build a school in Mijiagong Township, and also hired teachers at a high price to sign a contract for many years of teaching. In the end, Gong Kang also lived in this small town. Mo Wencai came to give him acupuncture and moxibustion, adjusted his enchanted meridians, and saved his skills.

Gong Kang was so grateful to Mo Wentian afterwards!

And just such an intractable great god, today Zuo Lengyue got two sentences directly. The female emperor deserves to be an female emperor. This face is really nothing to say.

Both Ling Feng and Outram stretched their legs, and since they were done, they were ready to go. Although they were tired of driving, they did n’t wait for time. This must be rushed back immediately to get Xu Yun ’s business up. solve.

"Who are you trying to save ... what is the situation?" Mo Wentian is still very concerned about Zuo Lengyue's affairs.

"It's because of the outburst of the mind that you are forced to use mental power to suppress it, which leads to a complete disorder of the body's meridians." Zuo Lengyue said.

Mo Wentian glared: "This ... this is also a big problem, if there is no timely ... measures, then I will go ... there is no point in going."

"I have made people use silver needles to seal 108 important points in his body." Zuo Lengyue said: "The needle applicator is also a master of acupuncture, but it's close to you, she can't solve him with acupuncture. The disgust in the body. So I need you to come forward to help me. If you do n’t help me, this child will not be saved. "

Mo Wentian was quite surprised that it was not easy to find someone to seal a hole with a silver needle. Indeed, this was to buy him time. If there is no problem with the silver needle to seal a hole, as long as time is available, he It really makes this man come back to life.

"Who is he?" Mo Wentian was curious, who could make Zuo Lengyue so intent, came so far to find him, and wiped off his face.

"Xu Yun." Zuo Lengyue said lightly, she knew that Mo Wentian would ask, and he did not intend to hide him.

Xu Yun? Mo Wentian was stunned, how could it sound familiar.

Wait! ? ! Mo Wentian's eyes grew bigger and bigger, he suddenly stopped stuttering and jumped up: "Is this Xu Yun the son of Xu Chen ?!"

Zuo Lengyue nodded: "Yes, it is Xu Chen and the woman's child."

Mo Wentian felt dull for a while, why? Why did his son Chen Xu want him to rescue him! You know how much he hated Xu Chen twenty years ago. Moreover, what makes Mo Wentian unable to understand is that this kid is still the child of Xu Chen and other women. Now Zuo Lengyue will actually beg him for this kid?

"Why ?!" Mo Wentian couldn't understand it, really couldn't understand it, he really couldn't understand it, what the magic of Xu Chen was! All of them have been in the Matilfrance Island recidivism prison for so many years, which can also affect Zuo Lengyue's every move.

This **** guy ... Mo Wentian has been recuperating for so many years, and at this moment there is still something that can't be stretched!

Ling Feng and Outram really don't understand, why did the emperor tell Mo Wentian Xu Yun's identity? ! I don't want to think about how much Mo Wentian hated Xu Chen at that time. Now tell Mo Wentian the identity of Xu Yun. Isn't that Xu Yun's life?

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