Quick Wear: Another day when the villain is paying for it

The meeting lasted three hours.

The door of the conference room was opened again. Although everyone looked tired, their eyes were exceptionally bright and full of hope for the future.

Xu Ning told them everything he knew without any reservation.

Xu Ning volunteered to go deep into the enemy's territory and capture those old guys.

The people in the military were worried, so they specially assigned an assistant to Xu Ning.

"Teacher Mo?!"

Looking at the man walking towards her step by step, Xu Ning's eyes widened.

Is this the helper the military found for itself? !

The man's dark eyes fell on her, and the corners of his lips rose: "Ningning, long time no see."

"How could it be you, Mr. Mo?" Isn't he an ordinary person? !

"Of course it's because Ningning and I are the same kind of people." The man spoke this short sentence very slowly, his dark eyes staring at her without blinking, making Xu Ning feel inexplicably cold on her back.

Ah Jing looks a bit scary now...

"Mo, what Teacher Mo means is..."

"I am from the Lingyun clan of the Immortal Cultivation Family, the Lingyun clan that was almost wiped out back then."

He clearly said this with a smile, but there was no smile in those beautiful eyes; they were completely dark without any light at all.

Xu Ning felt sad and opened her mouth but didn't know what to say.

"Teacher Mo..."

Mo Jinghuai shook his head and rubbed her head: "I'm not your boss anymore, just call me by my name."

Xu Ning: "Then I'll call you Jing, okay?"

The man was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "Okay."

*

According to the plan, the two secretly boarded the United States.

Mo Jinghuai performed an invisibility spell, and the two of them entered their headquarters openly.

The headquarters was empty, with papers piled cluttered on the floor, and there wasn't even room to step.

The two looked at each other and went up the stairs to the upper floor.

Xu Ning: "Those old guys are really perverted. They actually like the world to be in chaos."

Mo Jinghuai's focus was different: "...Old thing?"

"Yes, a group of guys who have lived for tens of thousands of years can never get old!" They are much older than his grandfather.

Mo Jinghuai, who is already 1600 years old: ...

Well, it’s better if he doesn’t talk.

Perhaps due to differences in physique, the lifespans of immortal cultivators and dragons are different.

No matter how high the dragon's cultivation level is, they can only survive for 6000 years at most. However, it is different for those who practice immortality. As long as they reach a certain stage of cultivation, their appearance can be fixed and they can live as long as the sky, neither born nor dead.

With such a long life, Mo Jinghuai can be said to have witnessed the changes of history, the vicissitudes of life, the rising and setting of the sun and the moon.

He played different roles. He once drank with the emperor under the moon, traveled around the world as a knight with his former companions, used his pen as a sword to awaken the sleeping people, and held a gun to kill the enemy and defend the country...

Different identities have different experiences, but the results are the same, no matter the emperor, the knight or the comrades who fought side by side, they all turned into a handful of yellow sand and were buried in the land they defended all their lives.

And he... is still living alone with his memories.

He entered the entertainment industry and recreated the scenes of the past on the screen. He was still the loyal minister who feasted with the emperor, the wanton knight, the scholar in a long green gown, and the soldier who was not afraid of life and death...

Through the screen, he once again saw them in his memory; through the screen, he presented their life of great achievements to the audience, allowing these relatives with the same blood to remember them.

Heroes should not be covered by a handful of sand, and past history should not be forgotten...