You and I are the sea of ​​stars

Chapter 61 Wanhua Valley VS Tianxingmen【16】【Burst 2】

At the dinner table, Elder Wu chatted with Qi Yue, looking full of hostility.

Although the dishes are delicious, I can't taste the taste after all.

After taking a few mouthfuls, Mo Yunhe put down his chopsticks, twirling a lock of hair on his chest boredly, listening to Elder Wu and Qi Yue bicker in a kind tone like an old driver.

"I heard that there has always been no trace of the Star Gate, but this time I actually got to meet the head of the Star Gate. Head Qi is so young, he is truly a formidable young man!" Elder Wu praised Qi Yue as if sighing.

Qi Yue kept a commercial smile all the time, and declined: "Elder Wu praised you absurdly. Qi Yue is a few years older than Sect Leader Hua. Sect Leader Hua is the young generation to be feared!"

The conversation between the two of them unknowingly turned to Mo Yunhe.

Mo Yunhe didn't pay any attention, anyway, they were talking about the former Hua Yue, not her.

After the two people around him chatted for a few more words, Qi Yue finally said: "Elder Wu has been dead for a long time, so he probably doesn't know something."

"Oh? It must not be an easy matter to make Lord Qimen speak."

Mo Yunhe got up suddenly and dragged Elder Wu to the door.

"Lord Qimen, Huayue still has important matters to attend to, so I won't accompany you any longer."

Elder Wu drank some wine before, and now he was dragged by her, muttering in his mouth: "Damn girl, it's not big or small, Master Qimen will see you next time!"

Qi Yue waved the folding fan in his hand, looked at the deserted aisle, and muttered to himself.

"You are the one……"

Mo Yunhe mobilized his spiritual power and quickly shuttled across the roof.

Yin Shi's voice came from behind: "Hey, wait for me!"

Outside the Valley of Thousand Flowers.

Bang!
"Oh, murdered!" Elder Wu was thrown on the ground, his drunkenness had dissipated, and the blush on his face gradually faded.

Mo Yunhe glared at him.

Elder Wu waved his hand: "Don't be nervous, girl Yue, let's chat slowly..."

Before he finished speaking, Mo Yunhe took out a red silk from the storage bag, and chopped it like a sharp knife.

click!
Elder Wu rolled on the ground to hide, but there was already a deep crack where he was just now.

"Don't bring such a thing, Yue girl!"

Mo Yunhe slashed at him again: "Call Yue girl again and I'll kill you!"

Elder Wu was taken aback for a moment, then stood up and patted the ashes off his body.

This girl is really lively.

"Okay, okay, I won't call you that." He bowed deeply, "Master."

Mo Yunhe took back the red silk, stuffed it back, and answered, which was regarded as an answer.

"Hey, why didn't you wait for me!" Yin Shi suddenly appeared, startling Mo Yunhe.

However, she didn't show it on her face.

Be classy.

When Elder Wu looked at Yin, he kept pointing at her: "You you you you you you..."

Yin Shi looked at him, and asked with some doubts, "What's wrong with me?"

"Are you the one brought back by the head of Tsinghua Hall..." The replica.

Mo Yunhe sensed something, and as soon as Hong Ling came out, he bound Elder Wu.

By the way, he sealed his mouth.

She clapped her hands.

Don't listen to rumors.

Rumors are not credible.

Yinshi seemed to know what he was going to say, and said with a smile, "That's right, I'm a replica."

Ever since he could remember, Yinshi had seen the painting hanging in the study.

It was a delicate-looking silver-haired woman with silver-gray eyes, dressed in dark green ancient clothes, with a black nightshade in her hair.

At that time, Yinshi was still taken by that person's side all the time, and he didn't even look in the mirror, so he didn't even know what he looked like.

It was not until that person was completely assured that he would not leave him that he was temporarily free.

The first thing she did was to look in the mirror.

She was 12 at the time and hadn't fully grown yet.

But it also resembles the woman in the painting seven to eight times.

It turned out that all his kindness to her was because of the woman in the painting.

The pampering in his eyes when he looked at her, and the tenderness with which he plucked leaves from her hair did not belong to her.

　Two more.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)