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Early in the morning, Leng Che slowly opened his eyes, a sharp light flashed, then faded away, and there was a hint of cold light in the deep black pupils.

"Huh..." He exhaled a somewhat dirty breath, his expression lifted, he turned his head to look at Mo Zihan who was still meditating, glanced at the white cloth wrapped around his neck, pursed his lips, and got out of bed, walked out.

After Leng Che left, Mo Zihan also opened his eyes, a gleam of white light flashed in his eyes, paused for a moment, then dissipated, his eyes as clear as lake water blinked, got up and got off the bed, and walked out.

Leng Che was sitting on the chair, drinking the tea in his hand, he glanced at Mo Zihan who came out, then looked at the five people sitting below, and said: "Leng Er, find some orphans with good seedlings, and bring them here Come."

Hearing this, Leng Er stood up and said respectfully to Leng Che, "Yes, there are a lot of these orphans. I found a place where many orphans gathered before. Most of them were abandoned by their families. Some of them The seedlings are fine."

Hearing this, Leng Che nodded, and said, "Everything with a good background will be sent here."

Leng Er responded and sat back again.

Mo Zihan walked up to Leng Che, looked around, pouted, and sat on Leng Che's lap, feeling that she was going to push him away, and said, "There is no place for me to sit, you want me to sit?" On the ground?"

Hearing this, the corners of Leng Che's mouth twitched, and he said in a low voice: "Nizi, tell me again that there is no chair? Then that chair can't be furnished?" Pointing to the chair not far away, he said.

"..." Mo Zihan looked at the chair, blinked his eyes, suddenly waved his right hand, and an invisible force shot out, directly hitting the chair, and turned his head to face the astonished Leng Che and Jiaoqiao. With a smile, he said, "It's gone."

Hearing this, Leng Che looked at that playful smile with some dumbfounding, really didn't know what to say about this rogue woman, then looked at those people who were drinking tea with eyes fixed on them, coughed, and said: "After an hour , and set off for Fengcheng."

The five people stood up at the same time and answered yes, turned around and left in a very tacit understanding, leaving the world of the two of the master and the mistress's wife. Of course, if Leng Che knew what these people were thinking, he might turn against Mo Zi again. Han carried out some ideological education and intimidation.

Seeing that those people were so knowledgeable about current affairs, Leng Che nodded his head slightly, raised his eyebrows, looked at Mo Zihan who was nestled in his arms with an expression of enjoyment, and hugged Mo Zihan with his arms suddenly. Before she could react, she turned her over, lying on her lap, raised her hand, and lowered it facing that delicate butt.

"Crack! Crack! Crack..." A series of crisp voices sounded, and Mo Zihan suddenly yelled. He wanted to struggle to get up, but was pressed tightly by Leng Che. Said: "No shame, no shame, to be so bold and unrestrained in a place where there are people, without the reservation of a daughter's family at all, and without the image of the young lady of Mozhuang..." He continued to scold Mo like a grumpy old lady. Zi Han's behavior problems.

"Aw... bastard, let me go... Aw...you try to hit me again! Aw..." Mo Zihan's face was extremely red when he was photographed, and he struggled and shouted in anger.

Seeing Mo Zihan's unconvinced look, Leng Che raised his eyebrows, and continued to say expressionlessly: "I don't know how to be polite, I don't respect people, and I don't speak softly..." There was another sound, and I felt a little bit charming. I have to say, the hand feels very good, and I am addicted to shooting.

"Aw... bastard! Aw... you let go of me!" Mo Zihan finally couldn't hold it back anymore, his true energy flowed violently, and he escaped from Leng Che's clutches, and quickly took many steps back, rubbing the pain from being shot Where it hurts, he glared at the expressionless Leng Che, his face was so red that he could drip blood.

Leng Che shook his head in disappointment, recalling the feeling just now, it was really good.

Seeing Leng Che's expression, Mo Zihan blew up in an instant, and roared angrily: "Bastard! Despicable! Shameless! Obscene! You hit me... Huh!" Really unable to say anything, Mo Zihan had to stamp his feet vigorously , Angrily and ashamedly ran out.

Seeing Mo Zihan running out in shame and anger, Leng Che shook his head amusedly, got up and walked out.

Seeing Mo Zihan hacking at a wooden stake in the pavilion to vent, Leng Che sat on the rocking chair next to him with some playfulness, rocking comfortably while watching Mo Zihan venting at the wooden stake, suddenly a hand appeared in his hand. The jug of sake was placed on a small table beside him, he took out a cup, poured the wine into it, squinted his eyes slightly, and sipped.

Mo Zihan glanced at Leng Che's leisurely appearance from the corner of his eye, looking at him like a monkey, his anger rose even more, he put down the iron sword, ran to Leng Che, and glared at him. she.

Leng Che was startled, then smiled, and said, "It's rare to be so angry." He didn't think there was anything wrong with slapping someone's buttocks before.

Hearing this, Mo Zihan became even more angry, and rode directly on Leng Che's stomach, bent down to see her stunned expression because of her actions, and suddenly smiled coquettishly: "Should I take it back?" Some compensation." Although it was a discussion, the tone was affirmative.

"Uh..." Leng Che looked at the delicate face that was close at hand, and the faintly visible snow-white exposed from the skirt, and turned his head slightly unnaturally, the tips of his ears were dyed a little pink, which was very attractive.

When Mo Zihan saw the pink ears, he narrowed his eyes, and then leaned down again, almost touching Leng Che's body.

"I didn't expect that your ten-thousand-year-old iceberg can show such a cute look." Mo Zihan smiled, and joked to the somewhat embarrassed Leng Che.

"Cute? You really know how to use words." Hearing this, Leng Che turned his head to look at her, shaking his head with some amusement.I really didn't expect that I would be described as cute. It's really... A cold wind blows.

Hearing this, Mo Zihan took a careful look at Leng Che's face that had turned back to an iceberg and his ears that were no longer pink, curled his lips, and said, "Now, it's turned into a big ice cube again. Don't like you like this."

Leng Che's body trembled, he glanced at Mo Zihan, and said, "I've always been like this."

"Then I'll melt you down." Hearing this, Mo Zihan said with a playful smile.

Leng Che pushed Mo Zihan away helplessly, and said, "Let's go to Fengcheng." Then he got up and walked out.

Mo Zihan bit her lip, did not speak, and followed behind Leng Che.

Leng Che looked at the five people who appeared on time, and said, "Let's go." Then he took the lead to draw out the bloodthirsty knife, stepped on it, suspended in the air, and said to Leng Er, "Lead the way."

Leng Er responded, stepped on the fairy sword and turned into a stream of light and headed towards the east, followed by Leng Che and six people closely behind.

The seven days were spent in the air without sleep, and fortunately, the cultivation bases of several people were not bad, so they all persevered. On the eighth day, they finally saw the huge city gate, the whole body was black, because of the fortification. What is used is black gold and iron, so it is also known as the black gold city.

A group of seven people fell outside the city, and Mo Zihan hugged Leng Che's neck from behind a little tiredly, and muttered: "I'm exhausted, carry me on your back."

Leng Che twitched the corners of his mouth, squatted down and let go of those jade arms, and walked towards the city gate as if he hadn't heard what Mo Zihan said.

Seeing Leng Che's movements, Mo Zihan stomped his feet, caught up and walked side by side with Leng Che, but his footsteps were slightly frivolous, and the fragrant sweat on his forehead flowed down the black hair of his temples.

Leng Che glanced at Mo Zihan's state, and frowned. The previous injury must have not fully healed, so he paused, stretched out his arms and hugged the unsuspecting Mo Zihan, and walked forward steadily. walking.

Mo Zihan let out a cry, and quickly hugged Leng Che's neck. Looking at her, her face was still icy cold, but a warm current flowed through her heart. She smiled sweetly, buried her face in her shoulder, and sniffed the good smell. The cool aroma, a little drowsy.

Walking into the city, Leng Che turned a blind eye to the strange eyes cast upon him, walked outside an inn, walked in, turned his head and glanced at Leng Yi, Leng Yi immediately understood, took out a piece of silver and gave it to the shopkeeper, Said: "Open six upper rooms." The shopkeeper took the money, and led Leng Che and others to the back in a flattering way, pointing to the quiet courtyard and said: "There are six rooms here, and they are still top-grade, basically nothing. People will bother you, but this silver...hehe." The shopkeeper twitched his thumb and forefinger, and smiled hehe.

Impatiently, he took out another ingot of silver and threw it to the shopkeeper, saying: "It's none of your business, go down." Hearing this, the shopkeeper quickly put away the silver, nodded with a smile, and retreated.

Leng Che walked into one of the relatively large rooms, put Mo Zihan who had already fallen asleep on the bed, wrapped the white cloth around it, and looked at the scar on the white jade-like neck, which had already healed. The scab is gone, but the scar may remain.

Leng Che really didn't want the scar to remain on Mo Zihan's neck, so he took out a small white jade bottle from his storage ring, opened the bottle stopper, and a faint fragrance wafted out. The powder sprinkled on the scabbed wound, and Mo Zihan snorted comfortably.

After sprinkling the powder, Leng Che put the white jade bottle back into the storage ring, and gently stroked the scar covered with a little white powder with his hands. Leng Che couldn't help but admire Mo Zihan's expression and his calm demeanor. With such courage, he is worthy of being the eldest lady of Mo Zhuang, even though she is a rascal and can pretend to be dignified and polite.

Leng Che raised his eyes to look at Mo Zihan's face, his slender eyebrows were lightly frowned, his eyes were tightly closed, covering the watery eyes that were as clear as a lake in the past, his pretty nose was slightly wrinkled, bright red like snow The ruddy lips pouted slightly, making Leng Che involuntarily touch those cherry-like red lips, the delicate and comfortable touch made Leng Che's heart a little moved.

Mo Zihan frowned, as if someone had disturbed his sweet sleep, he slapped away the hand that was making trouble on his lips, turned over, and continued to sleep.

Leng Che raised his eyebrows slightly, withdrew his hand, got up and walked out, and said to Leng'er who was waiting outside: "Let's go, take me to see those orphans."

Leng Er nodded, giving Leng Che the lead.

After leaving the city, in front of a ruined temple, Leng Che paused. Hearing the voice from inside, he raised his steps again, pushed open the door and walked in. His right hand trembled suddenly, and he grabbed it violently. Everything turned into powder and flew away with the wind. Looking at the orphans with terrified and frightened faces, he raised his eyebrows and said, "I have no malicious intentions."

As soon as he finished speaking, he exhaled pink gas, waved his right hand, and swept towards those children. After a strange silence, those children knelt down slightly trembling.

Leng Che narrowed his eyes slightly, and slowly scanned the crowd of more than 30 people. Suddenly, his gaze paused, and he fixed on a girl exuding a cold aura. He walked forward, squatted down, and stretched out his hand to hold her. He lifted her face up to him, saw that beautiful face, raised his eyebrows, touched the girl's muscles and bones, and found that she was a genius in cultivation, so he took her hand and made her stand up .During that time, the girl didn't say a word, and let Lengche play with her silently.

Leng Che scanned slowly again, picked out the five children with the best backgrounds, and said to Leng Er: "You buy a mansion and send all these children in. The six people I picked out are the ones with the best backgrounds." The best, cultivate well."

Leng Er responded, and took a group of children away. Like a child king, Leng Che stared at the girl's back with interest. They are very similar, and there is a hint of sternness flashing in those eyes from time to time, which makes Leng Che wonder what kind of experience this girl has had.

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