The Rebirth of the Stormy Prosperity Strategy

When she arrived at the gate of Nange Palace, it was already dark outside and everything had fallen asleep. Now she no longer cared about whether or not to disturb other people's peace. She pulled the ring on the vermilion gate and knocked hard. The knocks broke the darkness.

"Who are you? Don't you know that knocking on the palace gate at night is illegal?" The patrolling soldier heard the earth-shaking sound and immediately stepped forward to check.

"I..." Mo Xiaolan didn't know how to explain her identity for a moment. The people around her pulled her back and showed them the token of the Demon Saint.

She looked up and saw Mingfan who had been following her. However, she was so eager to see Mo Luofan that she didn't notice the person following her.

The moment they saw the token, the soldiers panicked. Which one of them was the Saint? Logically, it should be a woman, but why was the token in the man's hand?

"Why?" Ming Fan asked, "Isn't the Saint's token enough to let the Saint in?"

"Oh oh." The soldiers suddenly realized that they had mistaken Ming Fan for the guard of the saint, and immediately stepped aside to let him in.

After closing the city gate, the two soldiers shook their heads one after another: "No wonder this saint girl always wears a veil, she turns out to be so beautiful."

"But did you notice that the Saint... was wearing a wedding dress."

The two looked at each other and remained silent.

Walking on the avenue, Mo Xiaolan asked in confusion: "Why is my token in your hand?"

Ming Fan explained: "I chased you just to return your token, but you didn't listen to me and just kept running forward."

There was a smell of embarrassment in the air.

"But..." He smiled: "Seeing you running towards happiness with my own eyes is also a wish come true for me." Although that person is not me.

"Thank you, Mingfan."

On top of a tall building, a person was watching all this silently, his long nails digging into the flesh, his beautiful eyes filled with jealousy.

When she arrived at Linglong Pavilion, Ming Fan had already gone to her Holy Maiden Hall with great familiarity. She took a deep breath and pushed open the heavy wooden door. A brown wine jar flew towards her. Fortunately, she dodged quickly, otherwise her head would have been smashed to pieces.

"Get out!" An angry roar came from behind the screen: "Get out of here! Who allowed you to come in?"

The room smelled strongly of alcohol, and one could tell at a glance that the person inside was drunk. She closed the door gently and walked in around the screen.

Sure enough, the man was sitting on the ground with his upper body leaning on the desk, holding a white jade wine pot in his hand, and pouring the fine wine into himself as if it were water. When he saw someone coming in in a daze, he told the person to get out regardless of right or wrong.

Mo Xiaolan sighed and squatted down to his level: "If I really leave, I won't come back even if you chase me tomorrow."

As he pretended to leave, he was immediately grabbed by the sleeve by the person behind him. Like a poor puppy abandoned by its owner, he twitched his ears and said, "Don't go, don't go."

As soon as she turned around, Mo Luofan immediately hugged her waist and buried her head in his arms: "I won't let you leave, Master, don't go."

"Okay, okay." She touched the head of the person in her arms: "I won't leave, never leave."

"You lied to me. This is fake. As soon as I wake up, you will disappear immediately. It has been like this all these years."

It turns out that this person was not drunk, but thought he was drunk. How much did he miss someone to trap himself in his imagination?

"You're not drunk, I'm not fake." Mo Xiaolan held his face up: "If you don't believe me, try it."

"How to try?"

"Of course..." Mo Xiaolan smiled evilly, put her right hand behind her back, and in just a moment she summoned a whip transformed from Xuantian Liuguang. The long ice-blue whip was carrying strands of fine electricity.

The moment he saw the purple and blue blend together, he sobered up from his drunkenness.

"Well, you haven't woken up yet, let me give you a whip and try."

It was just a joke, but the man suddenly burst into tears and immediately hugged her, scaring her so much that the whip fell to the ground.

"Master, it's really you. It's really you who are back."

"it's me."

"Then you still remember me, I...I..." I don't know where to start. "

"Remember, remember, my little disciple is also my little master." She said helplessly: "But if you don't let go, you will become a widower."

After hearing this, the huge dog in front of him withdrew his arms.

She touched his head and kissed him on the side of his face like a dragonfly touching the water: "I'm really back, a complete me. It must have been hard for you to be alone all these years."

"As long as I can bring my master back, all the hard work will be worth it."

Mo Xiaolan smiled and whispered, "I'm sorry."

I'm sorry to have kept you waiting for so long.

I'm sorry for not giving you a good childhood.

I'm sorry it took me so long to get you back.

Mo Luofan shook his head, wiped the tears from his face, and smiled back at her.

"Luo Fan, do you still remember that ugly rabbit lamp?"

"Do you remember the hair that got burned when you were making the fire?"

"Do you remember someone holding you and telling you stories in a small house that was drafty and leaky?"

Mo Luofan held her hand and whispered, "Sister Mo..."

"Yes." She hugged him again and said, "I'm sorry that I came to see you after so many years."

"Sister...sister..." Mo Luofan pulled her to kowtow to the window, with a smile on his face that was uglier than crying: "Mom, I found Sister Mo. She is my master, the one I want to love and protect for the rest of my life, and even risk my life to protect."

Back then, before Mrs. Mo died, what she was thinking about most was that she hadn't found Mo Xiaolan. The fire was so fierce that she remembered that Mo Xiaolan pushed Luo Fan away and she was crushed under the pillar of fire. Luo Fan wanted to push the pillar of fire away, but he was too weak and his hands were burned red. The pillar of fire didn't move at all. His crying attracted Shang Jun, and Mo Xiaolan was saved, but her eyes and half of her face were burned by the fire.

She took Luo Fan and wanted to chase after him, but as luck would have it, the cold poison in Mo Luo Fan's body flared up and his whole body was frozen. The man thought the child was sick, so he gave them a bag of silver and left.

Helplessly, Madam Mo had to take her son to an extremely cold place to suppress the poison. She had lost most of her cultivation in giving birth to this child, and all the letters she sent to the demon clan for help sank into the sea.

Seeing that Mo Luofan is getting older, the poison is eroding him as his body grows. Once the poison spreads throughout the body, there will be no way to save him.

She had no choice but to use the remaining power to seal the eight-year-old child in the cold stone. Many years passed until Ming Fan passed by this small town in the snow. In order to repay Ming Fan for saving his life, he introduced poison into the child's body and saved the child's life. However, he was the Ghost King, and a small poison could not do anything to him. It just took time for him to digest it.

Before Madam Mo died, she told Luo Fan that the person who took Mo Xiaolan away had a token of the Qingyuan Sect on him, and asked him to find the person based on this clue. This was also her only wish.

After Madam Mo's death, Mo Luofan, who was only eight years old, traveled thousands of miles and finally came to Nuanchun Qingyuan Gate from the extremely cold land, but there was still no news about Sister Mo's whereabouts.