My script is a supporting role

Mo Chen stood between Luo Qier and Luo Feng with folded hands, looking at Luo Feng lazily, "The problem is, she doesn't want to go back with you now."

Luo Feng said angrily: "Since I'm here, I can't let her say no."

Mo Chen's eyes suddenly turned cold, "Young master Luo, are you not paying attention to my Qingli sect?"

Luo Feng said in a deep voice: "Brother Mo, our Luo family has always respected the Qingli Sect, otherwise I wouldn't be standing here today."

"But Luo Qier is a member of my Luo family after all, and I ask Qing Lizong to take care of my blood and family relationship and let her go back with me."

Luo Feng, as the second son of the Luo family and the representative sent by the Luo family this time, was already very proud of being able to speak to Mo Dust like this.

After all, Mo Chen's current status is just an ordinary junior disciple.

But Mo Chen didn't want to give Luo Feng face at all.

"Blood relationship is the most important thing in the world, and the Qingli Sect is not a place that does not respect human feelings. However, if she herself does not want to leave, then no one can take her away today!"

Luo Feng had already put down his dignity, and talked kindly to Mo Chen, but he didn't expect that this young man didn't give face at all.

Luo Feng was only in his twenties, and because of Luo Qier, his blood surged up for a while, and he was really angry.

"Let's see how capable Brother Mo is, if he can stop me today!"

Luo Feng slapped Mo Chen with a palm.

He is already at the first level of agility, and the opponent is only at the ninth level of entraining energy. The strength of the two sides is not at the same level at all.

His palm didn't seem to have any strong momentum, not even the sound of breaking through the air, but it was faster than lightning, and it landed on Mo Chen's chest in the blink of an eye.

Mo Chen didn't even react.

Practitioners in the Spiritual Realm are really different.

Although angry, Luo Feng didn't use all his strength in this palm, he just wanted to let Mo Chen know how powerful it was.

The Luo family is in a very delicate situation now, it is far better to make a friend than to make an enemy.

As soon as the palm was printed on Mo Chen's chest, vitality spewed out instantly.

At this moment, Mo Chen's body suddenly made a "crack", and a strong counter-shock force was transmitted directly from his chest back to Luo Feng's hand, along his arm, and hit him again. to his chest.

Luo Feng suddenly felt numbness and pain in his arm, and then a strong force rushed to his chest, bang!The body was actually shaken back three steps.

Luo Feng's heart trembled violently.

Although my own palm has withheld strength, it is already enough to knock a disciple in the Qi Entraining Realm flying several feet away.

Unexpectedly, the other party didn't respond at all, but he was shocked by the weird counter-shock force and took two or three steps back.

Why is this guy so weird?

Mo Chen didn't know what happened, but he could hear the sound in his body clearly.

Combined with the result in front of me, I couldn't help but feel happy: "Could it be that the power I absorbed has been activated?"

But when he checked carefully, he still couldn't find any traces in his body.

On the other hand, the little green dragon yelled at Luo Feng with a look of contempt: "How dare you do anything to Da Da? With your meager cultivation, Da Da can crush you to death with one finger!"

Big?

Luo Feng didn't quite understand what Xiao Qinglong said, but the strangeness of Mo Chen's body still made him vigilant and stopped his hands.

This person is so valued by the Qingli Sect, he really is not an idle person.

Little Qinglong meandered to Luo Qier, and said arrogantly: "Mom, don't be afraid, let Da Da take care of him!"

Luo Qier laughed with tears in her eyes, hugged Xiao Qinglong in her arms, "Okay!"

Mo Chen's millions of fine hairs stood on end in an instant.

Too fucking disgusting!

It's so fucking disgusting!

You, an old dragon that has lived for millions of years, shamelessly called "Mom" in front of a teenage girl?

Do you still have a little bit of shame, do you have a little bottom line?

Immediately, a picture of an old man with white beard, hair, wrinkled face, and dried shrimps appeared in Mo Chen's mind, sucking his fingers and nestling in Luo Qier's arms, acting coquettishly and cutely.

That picture made his stomach ache.

He almost had the urge to crush this brazen green dragon to death on the spot!

Also, you shameless old guy, where are you rubbing against?

Get off me!

Luo Feng was also very surprised when he heard the little green dragon's words. He looked at Luo Qi'er and then at Mo Chen, "Could it be that you...are already married?"

"no!"

"Yes!"

Mo Chen and Luo Qier spoke at the same time, but they said two completely different meanings.

Luo Feng's handsome face changed complicatedly, and finally he let out a long sigh, "If you don't want to go back, then it's up to you."

"It's just that on the day of my mother's death this year, you should come back and pay her a grave."

Luo Qier said coldly: "Don't mention your mother in front of me, you are not qualified."

Luo Feng revealed a bit of pain and said: "That incident was an accident for all of us, do you think we would like to see mother die?"

Luo Qier took a step back, tears streaming from her eyes, "You don't need to make excuses for your incompetence and arrogance, mother's death was caused by you alone."

"I'll never forget how she was covered in blood..."

"I'll never go back to that house again."

Luo Feng clenched his fists tightly, his veins bulged, and his eyes became blood red.

Mo Chen once thought that this guy was going to make another move.

But after a long time, Luo Feng gradually let go of his fist, and said in a hoarse voice: "Little sister, that was really just an accident, no one wants such a thing to happen!"

"After mother died, you ran away from home. Do you know what father has made of himself these years?"

"Now all the things in the Luo family are on my elder brother and me. Do you know how hard we have endured in the past few years?"

"If you have time, come back and see Dad, see Mother..."

Luo Feng finally went down the mountain.

Luo Qier was not taken away.

It only took away a lot of sadness and pain.

It can be seen that he has also endured a lot.

In the Qingli Sect under the night, all the mountains have become quiet.

Luo Qier hugged her legs and sat on the edge of a rocky cliff, staring into the distance in a daze.

Chapter 1: The Man in Black Reappears

Mo Chen picked up a skin bag, walked up to her and sat down, "Why, don't you really want to go back?"

Luo Qier buried her head between her arms and did not speak.

Mo Chen opened the skin bag, poured a sip into his mouth, and smacked his lips, "Do you know? After I came to this world, I have never seen my parents who gave birth to me."

"The person closest to me is only one uncle."

"Honestly, I didn't like him very much for a long time,"

"Because I think he is stingy and stingy, wretched and vulgar..."

Luo Qier raised her head, and looked over with her big eyes, "You still despise him? Don't you do the same?"

Mo Chen choked with a "click", coughed for a long time before stopping, and directly gave Luo Qier a shudder, "When did I become like this?"

When Luo Qier interrupted her, she even forgot more than half of what she had thought up.

Mo Chen took another sip, cleared his mind, and said, "But recently I discovered that there are so many people in the Qingli Sect, and he is the only one who really cares about me!"

Seeing Luo Qier's eyes piercing like a knife's edge, Mo Chen hurriedly said again: "Well, you are also one of them!"

"I mean, there are tens of thousands of people in this world, but there are actually very few people who are related to us."'

"For example, if I die, I will shed tears. I'm afraid I won't be able to find even three people."

Luo Qier snorted coldly and said, "If you die, I will definitely buy ten strings of firecrackers to celebrate."

Mo Chen laughed, "You are too cruel!"

After a pause, he continued: "So, in fact, there are really very few people around us who care about us, don't they?"

"The Qingli Sect has your sisters, fellow sects, but some people are irreplaceable."

Luo Qier was silent for a while.

He suddenly reached out to him, "Bring it."

"This?" Mo Chen shook the skin in his hand.

"Ah."

Luo Qier took Mo Chen's skin bag, raised her head suddenly, and took a big gulp.

Soon, Luo Qier's complexion became weird, and her eyes also showed a strong sense of confusion.

"You, why is it milk?"

Mo Chen looked at her with a smile and said, "Otherwise? What do you think it is?"

Luo Qier threw back the skin bag in disgust, "I thought you were drinking wine."

Mo Chen put away his leather bag, picked up his hands in a leisurely manner, and said leisurely: "You are not yet of age, so you cannot drink."

Luo Qier rolled his eyes at him, "You're not much older than me, you're just like an old man, old-fashioned."

The two sat together, and the atmosphere suddenly became quiet.

"Do you want to know about my mother?"

Mo Chen said: "If you want to talk, I will be willing to listen."

Not far away, Murong Qingyue quietly stood on the fiery red Thousand Flame Feather, quietly watching all this.

"Luo Qier, now, maybe it's time for you to go back."

There is still silence in the empty mountain.

Suddenly, a group of fiery red birds burst out from Qianyan's flying feathers, and in an instant, the sky and the earth were filled with sword intent.

A man wrapped in black clothes stood in a shadow, looking at Murong Qingyue in surprise.

"How did you find me?"

According to the difference in cultivation level between the two, Murong Qingyue should not be able to detect any aura from him.

"It's just based on feeling." Murong Qingyue said.

Her senses were always right.

The only time he missed was when he met Xuanyu Wushuang.

Very strange.

The cultivation level of the person in front of her was obviously much higher than that of Xuan Yu Wushuang, but when Xuan Yu Wushuang appeared at that time, her perception was obviously lagging behind.

Could it be that her feeling is not working with Xuanyu Wushuang?

But the cultivation level of the man in black in front of him is too high, even though he has made a move, Murong Qingyue still feels a bit chilly on his back.

"Feeling?" The man in black chewed these two words carefully, still feeling incredible.

"Are you the one from the Demon Sect that Mo Chen said?" Murong Qingyue asked, but quietly held a sound transmission talisman under her hand.

The cultivation level of this man in black was too high, Murong Qingyue already felt that he was not an opponent.

At this time, they can only seek assistance from the sect.