The leader is crazy again [Through the book]

Because Xiao Yanzi said that the door can only be opened at the place where he came from, Mo Daosang recognized the direction and prepared to go to the Demon Cult. When he passed Lin'an City, he saw the unattainable mountain, and thought about it together. Around the world's No. [-] village.

However, as soon as his excited heart entered Zhuangzi and took a casual look, it gradually cooled down, and even frowned unconsciously. This Zhuangzi was quieter than before he left. Although he had imagined a similar scene, he did not. Thinking of not seeing anyone along the way, even the caring housekeeper left by the Li family.

Walking towards the side courtyard with anxiety, and turning over the wall, he could see the extremely conspicuous white in the greenery of the courtyard. For a moment, he felt that no matter where, as long as there was that white, All sounds will disappear.

His black hair was casually draped over white clothes without any modification, but he remained motionless despite the wind blowing several times. Su Wanyan sat on the stone steps by the door with glutinous rice balls in his arms and looked at the sky in a daze. People don't know what they are thinking, or they don't think about anything.

How long did Mo Daosang stop and look at the wall, and how long did they stay together like this, without any movement.

More silent than when he had seen them in the city before.

An ominous feeling arose spontaneously, and Mo Daosang was about to jump off the wall to ask them what was wrong, but he stopped suddenly after hearing Xiao Yanzi's words.

"My lord host, if you don't plan to take care of them all the time, you'd better not provoke them anymore. The feelings of alien beasts are too simple."

He couldn't help but sighed, and he could only look at the listless little glutinous rice ball lying on Su Wanyan's lap holding his hand, turned around and jumped down.

The two little guys who seemed to be waiting for him to come back were finally out of sight, and Mo Daosang's heavy emotions finally felt better, but he couldn't return to the lightness he had just got the second door.

He thought for a while and said, "Little Yanzi, if I use my internal strength, I will raise suspicions. Help me find out where all the people in Zhuangzi have gone."

It took Xiao Yanzi a long time to finally agree. He probably still felt sorry for his little Wanyan. It was rare that Mo Daosang didn't urge him.

Xiao Yanzi dawdled for a long time before reporting back to his host: "They are still in the room, but they didn't come out."

Knowing that Su Wanyan probably meant that they could not bear any grievances if they continued to stay here, Mo Daosang really didn't want to stay in this place that was obviously full of people but not at all popular, and left the place after a few ups and downs .

It's just that he doesn't know, he just left, and the urgent whining sound of a cub can be heard through the wall, but the sound seems to be pressed by something, and he can't break free, so it sounds very pitiful.

Then as time passed, it gradually weakened, and finally disappeared completely, as if the sound was an illusion from beginning to end.

As another wind passed, it finally dispersed.

After all, the person he wanted to tell about his grievances could no longer hear him.

Mo Daosang didn't speak again after he got down the mountain. After healed up completely, he no longer restrained himself and mobilized his inner strength. The scenery around him passed by him almost like flowing water, just like his hesitant heart at the moment, Xiao Yanzi I worried about the host for a while, but I really didn't know how to interrupt, so I just paid attention for a while, thinking that my host will be fine, and went back to continue worrying about his little Wanyan and Tangyuan.

Because Mo Daosang was not disturbed, until he stopped, his mind was still in chaos and he didn't know if he was doing something wrong, even if he instinctively felt that there was something wrong with the outside world, he didn't pay much attention.

It was Xiao Yanzi who finally plucked up the courage and decided to comfort his lord host, everything was always difficult, only to find out where his lord host had gone, so he was startled and started to shout desperately.

Hearing Xiao Yanzi's hysterical and reckless cry, Mo Daosang couldn't think about even the big things, so he didn't respond angrily: "What's the matter?" Only then did he relax and slowly regain his senses.

The hazy scene in front of him finally became clear. Mo Daosang realized that he was sitting when he felt familiar. Then he looked towards the main seat in what seemed to be a palace, and saw The person who sat on the main seat with countless papers and looked at him with an indifferent face while holding a pen.

His current indifference is completely different from how he used to feel with people. With just one glance, it seems that he can understand how long this person has not smiled, and even his face is so hard that it is painful to look at.

The eyes on such a face naturally appear extremely calm and ruthless, but only by looking carefully can one see the extreme depression inside him, but it is really impossible to see what kind of emotion he is suppressing.

"This is, Lin Wentian? How did he become such a ghost?" Mo Daosang was stunned for a moment, how gentle Lin Wentian was before, and how much impact it brought him now, he asked Xiao Yan in his heart My son, after getting the acquiescence of silence and pretending to be dead, even he himself rarely spoke. Sure enough, feelings are really terrible. main hall.

Although this is indeed the place he is most familiar with, he didn't intend to disturb this person this time.

However, no matter what Mo Daosang thought in his heart, he could only quickly get rid of the emotions he had been thinking about before, and greeted Lin Wentian with a smile: "You envoy, long time no see."

Try not to notice Lin Wentian's difference.

Lin Wentian still looked directly at him, and after a while, his Adam's apple twitched, moistened his throat as if he hadn't spoken for a long time, his lips parted slightly, but no sound came out.

God knows how much he wanted to ask how this person came back, but when he slipped to his mouth, it seemed as if the air in his throat was stagnant, and he couldn't control it at all. Suddenly, as if he thought of something, his left hand pressed on the table suddenly Pressed hard.

Mo Daosang naturally noticed his action, but he is no longer a member of the Demon Cult, and it is normal for him not to be able to see something, so he didn't care, and just asked: "Why, the deity can't come back?"

That voice was full of ease and dominance. Lin Wentian, who hadn't seen Mo Daosang for a long time, heard his own sigh in a daze, but he just kept looking at him greedily, and couldn't bear to look away for a moment.

It's just that because of not blinking for a long time, the corners of his eyes gradually turned a little pink.

I don't know if he couldn't bear it anymore, his eyes suddenly plunged into darkness before he said anxiously: "It's ok."

But it was probably because he hadn't spoken for too long, his voice was terribly hoarse, and it was so urgent that no one could hear what he was saying except himself.

Mo Daosang looked at his right-hand envoy who closed his eyes unconsciously because of dry eye sockets. After a while, he was able to open them, but he seemed to be forced to keep them closed, but he himself didn't seem to know that there was no such person at all. Existence, full of urgency to cut off that person and open his eyes, even from his face that seems to have no expression at all, it can be clearly seen.

As a result, the guilt that had just been suppressed was surging again, so he had no choice but to stand up and leave as calmly as possible, but considering that it would take a week to put up the door even if it was put up, he had no choice but to say: "Do you mind if the deity is here?" Can you just find a room to live in in the Beacon Hall?" As if amused himself, he said, "It's not appropriate to call myself the deity again, I just miss the beautiful scenery of Fengshan, so you can rest assured."

Then he turned around gracefully, and left the palace with fluttering robes.

Hearing the footsteps getting farther and farther away, Lin Wentian was anxious, although his body was still pressed firmly behind the desk, his forehead was already tense, and after he struggled so much, for some reason, his eyes were blurred. Finally opened it, but the hall in front of him was empty, and the person he wanted to see had long since disappeared.

Under the uneasiness of suspecting that he was just dreaming, he tightly grasped the paper on the table and clenched it.

Then there was the sound of the pen breaking and falling on the table, and he looked at the case again, and then seemed to stare at the table for a long time before he straightened the stack of papers randomly, lifted it up and said: "Burn the paper." gone."

The stack of papers disappeared suddenly, making one wonder if there was some weird thing living in this temple.

After the stack of papers was taken away, Lin Wentian shrank his hands unconsciously, and then restrained himself to forcefully press his hands on the table, and his whole body fell back into the expression of the stone sculpture-like expression of sadness and sadness. happy look.

And at the moment outside the hall, Mo Daosang was discussing with Xiao Yanzi where he should live and how to build the door in Jingtie Mountain without arousing suspicion. A person jumped out.

Out of boredom, Mo Daosang ended his conversation with Xiao Yanzi and followed him.

Then he followed the man who should be the guard in black to a corner, seeing that he actually took out a stack of papers from his arms and was about to burn them, Mo Daosang's curiosity was finally aroused even higher.

If he's right, this is the pile of papers that Lin Wentian didn't want him to read, so Mo Daosang watched the time and blew in that direction with his palm luck. People think it's man-made.

Sure enough, the moment the little guard ignited the fire, his gust of wind blew over, and the fire suddenly became huge, burning his stack of papers into flames, and the fire was so strong that he had no choice but to let go.

So one or two pieces of paper that were slightly burnt followed the wind and were blown far away without being able to catch them.

Before the little guard came after him, Mo Daosang picked up the piece of paper first.

After getting such a piece of paper, Mo Daosang felt that he finally had something satisfactory, so he prepared to find a safe place to open it and read it. Just now, when the little guard turned his head, he saw his face. The person who stayed with Song Siqi at No. [-] Village in the world back then was Lin Wentian's subordinate, but he didn't know whether the little guard saved Wen Qionghua's person, whether Lin Wentian knew about it or kept it hidden.

Fortunately, the house was cleaned every day. Mo Daosang found a room farther away from the main room and lived in it. But when he sat down and looked at the paper, his smile froze immediately.

He even regretted why he ran to intervene in such a hand, it was simply making himself guilty.

On the paper that fell on the ground, the clear small characters listed his deeds line by line, but they were all content, which Lin Wentian probably didn't want to read at all.

the third day of January

Mo Jiaozhu went to the market with Zuo Dharma, bought an ingot of ink and a pair of earrings, and was very happy along the way.

In return, the earrings were given to the third lady of Mingchunjian, and the third lady hugged and thanked her.

fourth day of january

Before the leader Mo came out, he was lying in the backyard with Zuo Protector in his clothes, and the two were very intimate.

fifth day of january

Master Mo went fishing in the Mingchun Stream, dragged the left protector into the water halfway, and then went back together. After changing clothes, he went back to the valley to look for Valley Master Song. When he returned to the valley, dust and smoke rose.

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The author has something to say:

Thanks to the two little angels "Qiyu" and "Ling" for the nutrient solution, I am happy, the author will definitely write the ending well.