The leader is crazy again [Through the book]

"Junhui, guess what I brought back for you?"

Hearing this rare naughty tone from behind, Mo Daosang wondered if Ling Yi, who had walked past but purposely walked behind him, had been dropped.

A novel feeling lingered in his heart, making his eyes glisten with unknowing joy.

Without turning around, Mo Daosang thought about it for a while, and said calmly, "Unexpectedly." Then he paused, and then said, "Listening to your breathing, it should be a little thing."

"Junhui, you," Wen Qionghua smiled in frustration, then simply went around in front of Mo Daosang, holding up the string of bright red candied haws in his hand as a gift, "Junhui, it's for you, thanks to me Go in time, this is the last string."

Mo Daosang's originally happy heart immediately became weird. To be honest, he didn't like this kind of too sweet thing, and he was already old. It was embarrassing to see Wen Qionghua holding it.

So he didn't answer and just raised his eyebrows and looked at Wen Qionghua.

Wen Qionghua also felt that something was wrong, she clenched her fist and coughed a few times, her gaze fell on the sweet sugar coating in her hand, and the gaze that she thought was nothing along the way now became a little uncomfortable, and she said after a long while: "Junhui, you used to I like it very much," his voice was low, as if he was wronged, "don't you want to eat it?"

Mo Daosang answered him immediately without thinking: "I'm an old man, I don't want to."

Wen Qionghua's fingers holding the candied haws stick tightened immediately, and she curled up even more, then tried not to let herself look so disappointed, and said, "That's it."

Mo Daosang instantly felt guilty that he had robbed someone else's little friend.

Wen Qionghua held up the bunch of candied haws but did not put it down. Looking at the color, she couldn't help but think of the time when he and Mo Daosang sneaked into the medicine hut to get the medicine and ran down the mountain. I put it in a small town that I couldn’t find again in a blink of an eye, and then hid in a pile of groceries in a secluded alley. Although I avoided most of the searches along the way, the clothes on my body were still torn and torn because of hiding. Following the light and shadow cast at their feet, they could easily see the happy party, but they didn't dare to move a step, and they didn't even dare to say a word except to hold each other's hands tightly.

When they felt that they had escaped, they poked their heads out of the alley and looked at the deserted street even though it was set against the red scenery after the bustling, feeling at a loss in their hearts.

They don't even know where to go next moment.

Suddenly, Mo Daosang's eyes lit up, and he took his sleeve to point to the wooden tie in the corner. I don't know if the wandering shopkeeper forgot to take it away because he was too happy. Even the candied haws that are brighter than the unextinguished lantern.

"Lingyi, wait, I'll get it for you." The young man's voice seemed to be saved from a desperate situation, as if they could solve everything after getting the bunch of candied haws.

In such an atmosphere, Wen Qionghua couldn't help but be infected by him. After being released, she looked at the back and clenched her hands restlessly, but she didn't want to disturb him for a moment.

This person brought him out of that hell, and from that moment on, he was his everything.

But not long after, a group of black clothes suddenly appeared at the end of his vision, Wen Qionghua's pupils shrank, an indescribable despair spread from the bottom of his heart, his hands and feet were so cold that he couldn't move.

He could only use his last instinct to grab Mo Daosang and immediately ran towards the street. Mo Daosang didn't realize the danger but instinctively relaxed his guard and followed Wen Qionghua.

With only his fingertips desperately grabbing forward, there was only a negligible distance left, but he still watched the bunch of candied haws getting farther and farther away.

They were arrested until they hid to the end. The old leader didn't want to pay attention to Wen Qionghua, but Mo Daosang suffered a lot.

Wen Qionghua went to see Mo Daosang, looking at him lying on the bed unable to move, what he was thinking about was still the bunch of candied haws that he couldn't get.

Heartbroken to the point of death, he couldn't help but blame himself back then, knowing that this was the result, why did he drag him away.

This is his eternal regret in this life.

Suddenly he remembered that when he was back in the valley, he was mingling with the group of guests who felt irritable just by looking at him every day, but he was so happy when he heard that the leader came out, he didn't know what to do.

Hastily arranged for his subordinates to catch up with the lantern festival being held there. He no longer remembers whether it was this place that he ran down to at the beginning, but he always felt that this was a chance somewhere, allowing him to make up for the regret he had at the beginning.

The last thing I saw was the two black and white figures in the crowd, who were so eye-catching in the crowd, as if they couldn't allow me to get involved in the slightest.

In fact, facing the leader at that time, he didn't dare to really send it over, he just wanted to take a look at it from a distance, and it was enough to be happy.

But I didn't expect to see such a scene.

Tearing is generally painful.

Because of these reasons, he also didn't have a good impression of the Lantern Festival, so he rejected Mo Daosang directly last time.

He was sinking into his own contemplation and couldn't extricate himself more, suddenly there was a pulling force in his hand, and his slack eyes gathered again, only to find that the bunch of candied haws in his hand seemed to have been bitten, he raised his head in confusion, He saw Mo Daosang in front of him chewing something with half of his cheek puffed out, and gradually smiled as he chewed, and then showed a small half of his white and tender teeth, saying, "It's so sweet."

It's like someone said in the same way in memory: "Ah, it's so sweet, Ling Yi, you should try it too."

At that time, in the deep courtyard, people who were locked in the house just in time for the Lantern Festival and couldn’t get out even a single step, were so satisfied with such a small bunch of candies that their hearts and eyes were warm.

He also joked with him and said, "I didn't expect that Ling Yi, who looks so good, is more proficient at climbing walls than me."

The two smiles seemed to overlap, and Wen Qionghua felt that his eye sockets were going to get wet for a moment.

Wen Qionghua said in a daze, "Junhui, I ate outside."

But who knew that he liked this kind of girl's gadgets so much, but he didn't dare to touch them because of his status and temperament. Later, he could indulge himself, but he was always unlucky and couldn't grab any of them.

The previous time, and this time, were even surprises.

The former Modausang couldn't answer him, because he just took a bite, and was suddenly locked in the underground room by the servants who rushed over, and then a sharp scream rang in his ears.

They will never forget that night when the lights were bright and red.

Only later did I realize that when Junhui was restricted from going out, they should have gone wrong long ago.

It's a pity that the authorities are confused.

Now the memory seemed to be more complete, even though he knew it was false, he was still satisfied with such self-deception.

Hearing Wen Qionghua's inexplicable answer, Mo Daosang was puzzled for a while, looked at his expression and stopped asking any more questions, just oh, and then took another bite until he ate the hawthorn he had bitten. over.

Although it is indeed still a sweet and greasy thing, this string must have been cooled in the cold outdoors, and the syrup gradually melted in the mouth, like a piece of ice with a sweet and sour taste, but it is more Ordinary ice is much more fragile, and the strange feeling made him accept it in surprise.

After eating this one, he looked at Wen Qionghua who had not changed his posture from beginning to end, and kindly reminded: "Ling Yi, aren't you tired?"

Wen Qionghua finally came back to his senses, and moved in a daze.

Modaosang said again: "It's enough for me to taste it, and you can eat the rest Lingyi."

Wen Qionghua actually held up the bunch of candied haws and took a bite by himself. Mo Daosang knew that he hadn't regained his composure at all and was just following his instructions. Immediately, he became more worried about the child.

Forget it, he'd better keep an eye on him for now.

Mo Daosang couldn't help sighing.

Demon Cult, Beacon Hall.

In the small main hall, one wine jar after another was scattered all over the place, almost lining up from the main seat to the entrance of the hall. The soaring smell of alcohol spewed out from the mouths of those jars and forced them into the hall, enough to make an old alcoholic faint.

But he saw the expressionless person reclining on the main seat, whose black clothes were half wet from the beating and stuck to the lines of those seats, but his expression was still clear.

Except for a thin blush on his overly rigid cheeks, there was almost no trace of him drinking.

He casually sipped a jar of wine at his feet with his palm, opened the mud seal and poured it directly into his mouth, as if he was drinking white water.

Guarding him was Han Fei, the personal guard who had been with him almost all the time since Mo Daosang left. Seeing Lin Wentian drinking so fiercely, he knelt down even in fear: "Master, please rest. .”

Lin Wentian suddenly heard a voice, and his hand holding the wine jar froze, and then he realized that it was not the person he wanted to hear. Even though he thought the voice sounded a bit similar, Mo Daosang would not talk to him so respectfully. Talking, maybe, it is impossible to worry about him at all.

When he thought of this, he immediately felt full of resignation, why, why could he not care about himself at all, how could he be inferior to Wen Qionghua.

Throwing the half jar of wine into the center of the hall, the porcelain altar shattered completely with a bang, frightening Han Fei half to death, and he began to search around in the hall.

But the more he searched, the more he couldn't find it, and the more irritable he became, he even felt that the hall in front of him was crooked and against him, so he didn't want to return the things to him, so he yelled at the people around him: "Where is my sword. "

Han Fei was shuddered by the yelling, but he took the courage to say the leader. Lin Wentian shouted louder than before: "Where is my sword?"

Although the voice was harsh, it was full of bewilderment and unwillingness that had nowhere to vent. Han Fei felt so distressed that his eyes were astringent.

So he immediately went to find the Juque that Lin Wentian had left in the corner and handed it to him: "Master, don't get angry, your sword is here."

Before he had time to move, he didn't expect Lin Wentian to pull out his own sword directly by his hand, and walked out aggressively without even looking at the scabbard.

At this time, he was full of ruthlessness to fight with others.

Han Fei knew that he was definitely going to find Mo Dao-sang, but Mo Dao-sang would probably not show mercy to his master if he was annoyed, the master would really die.

So he rushed forward to stop Lin Wentian: "Master, please think twice."

He yelled out, but he couldn't hear the sound. It took him a long time to raise his head, but he only touched Lin Wentian's calm eyes, and his whole body went limp. Lin Wentian didn't even need to pay attention to him, just walked around him and went out. Temple gate.

Han Fei tried his best to push himself to finally recover from the fear. He actually felt that the previous leader was even more terrifying than the original leader.

Obviously, the master didn't do this before. What kind of position is this? Did he do something wrong to help his master get the position?

But no matter what he thinks, it doesn't matter now, he can only move, so he hurriedly chased him out, asking people around to find the trace of the leader.

After some difficulty, he finally found out that the master had gone to the Red Leaf Forest. He was relieved anyway. It would be better to go to the original leader. Besides, there is nothing to see in that place and no one will be there. It is better to let the master relieve his anger.

But when he chased after him, he realized that he was wrong.

This forest, even if it is just bare tree trunks, the weaving of that piece is extraordinarily flavorful, but now it has been destroyed in sevens and eighties long ago.

Broken branches were randomly piled up on the cracked ravine, so that people could not even find a place to step down. This place, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a battlefield, except for destruction, there is no trace of beauty.

Jumping and walking a few steps, he followed the sound of swords floating in the distance and walked in one direction, and then saw a set of basic sword skills that all disciples of the Devil's Cult would know in the desolation.

He never thought that someone would practice this set of low-power swordsmanship to be so solid and imposing, combined with that powerful internal force, it was even a hundred times stronger than the most powerful swordsmanship of the Devil's Cult.

He couldn't help but respect his master even more, but if his mentality changed again, he could only wait and watch there.

Seeing Lin Wentian practicing the sword over and over again, until the scenery of the mountain was completely destroyed, and the sword practicer lost his strength and fell straight, he blinked.

After the puff of smoke and dust passed, he tentatively approached that person, and then saw a pitiful and helpless owner he had never seen before, and he didn't even know his master.

He hugged himself and curled up, as if he was too cold to get up again.

But the man was obviously so tired, but he was still muttering something. He was still very scared, but found that he didn't respond at all when he was so close to him, so his curiosity drove him to approach him more boldly.

Get closer to the person who doesn't seem to feel anything.

Hearing such incomprehensible words.

Why, I was waiting like crazy, but I still had to wait.

Han Fei looked at the tightly closed but trembling eyelashes, and tightly clenched the hands that were holding his clothes to encourage him.