Chapter 11 Make up your mind

After that, Buma hated Ailing very much. Maybe it was because my body had the blood that Buma hated the most!

After telling the story, Ailing's little face was gone without sadness, and a disproportionate bitter smile flashed away.

It was surprising to find that this girl actually had such an expression.

In Mo Wen's memory, Ailing often smiled foolishly and smirked. Although she sometimes felt sad and she shed tears, overall, she gave people the impression that she was an innocent and lively girl who didn't know the sorrow of the world. She would even smile bitterly.

(Can she be so stupid...)

After listening to the thrilling past, Mo Wen felt a feeling.In this girl's usual happy face, does she have a side that she doesn't know?

Mo Wen can understand Long Beethoven's state of mind. If he had been stimulated like this, he would of course massacre humans and retaliate. There would not be too many, and 100,000 or 80,000 would not be able to escape...

Don’t ask what you do like you, but instead raise your respect for Ailing. After experiencing such a thing, you can still grow without any blow.

You, don’t look at me like that!It seems like I am a monster... Ailing said: Although something like that happened, I don’t hate things that are half human!Because I know that among humans, there are amazing people like Sima and good people like Mr. Mo Wen.

Mo Wenwei was really flattered when he was taken to be with Ailing's mother, with red cheeks and a bitter smile uneasy.

The enemy I encountered during the day was the monster demon that was originally.He chased after him maybe to take revenge!Ailing said: And what I said to him was, "If you kill me, you will never know the secret words of the Seal", so he shrank his hand, but this kind of good luck may not be the next time.

Mo Wen can understand that Chires is obviously a madman who will forget everything with his murderous intention. Maybe he will not care about it next time and kill it first.

I didn't expect that I would get involved in the dispute between the demons, and I really didn't know what to say.

I can't agree with Buma's approach, so if I want to try to stop it, the best way is to become an excellent creator like Buma, and be able to restrain the weapons he developed. This is the only thing I can do.

Ailing said: So, no matter how difficult it is, I have to be a founder.

Looking at Ai Ling, Mo Wen has sighs and ashamed in his heart.

This girl has suffered a lot!

Inconsistent with her innocent appearance, the environment she grew up in is actually like this. So, what is the root cause of her smirking all day long?

Mo Wen vaguely understood why he was attracted by this girl when he first met in the square, and he followed her for a long journey and has been traveling around until now.

They are both people who have fallen into the world!

It turned out that under different appearances, the two people's moods seemed to have similarities. It seemed that in the dark, there were indeed an invisible pair of hands that brought two similar people together. Compared with her strength, she was so cowardly...

I have a bet with Buma that if I can take back the Obsidian Mirror before the full moon this time, I can be given the name of an intern and return to the door wall, so...so...

Ailing didn't say anything completely. After the excuse of returning to the door wall, she was concerned about her father and wanted to lead her back to the right path. She hoped that she could do her best to her father as her daughter, and Mo Wen really grasped this feeling.

My abilities are limited, in other words, I can only escort you to the enemy's nest, is that okay?

Hey!

After hearing Mo Wen's words clearly, Ailing was surprised, and followed, her joy was beyond words.

Um!If it really doesn't work, as long as Mr. Mo Wen can send me within ten feet of the Obsidian Mirror, I have a way.

Mo Wen nodded. He didn't know the origin of Ailing's confidence, but how to recycle the equipment is the job of the creator, and he just needs to concentrate on protecting.

Thank you Mr. Mo Wen, thank you, thank you very much.

Things finally turned around and got Mo Wen's promise. Ailing was so happy that she almost danced. She held Mo Wen's hand tightly and shook it desperately.

Thank you Mr. Mo Wen...

I couldn't stand the enthusiasm of this optimist, Mo Wenxiao said: Don't be so happy, maybe I'm just talking.Aren't you afraid that I will sneak away in the middle of the night?

Faced with this sharp problem, the girl was stunned. Then, it was like spring flowers blooming in the forest. She smiled slightly, just smiled.

It doesn’t matter. No matter what, Ailing believes in Mr. Mo Wen.

Do you believe it again?

Mo Wen shook her head. It seemed that this girl could not learn a lesson. What kind of power is supporting her blind confidence?

Perhaps it was because of insufficient experience. Mo Wen could not find out that the smile on Ailing's face was not as fearless as it was better to say that she was preparing to give everything.

It was a smile full of death.

It was late at night and the wilderness was quiet, with only three or five roars and yelling, which was strange and desolate, which made people's hearts tremble, adding a lot of ominous meaning.

After the conversation, Ailing returned to the children's resting house and prepared to go to bed.

Mo Wen still picked up a tree close to the house and lay leisurely on it, looking like he was fine.

With his martial arts, he was not afraid of this mere mountain wind, and he let the cold air invade his body, and he didn't care.

Thinking about the moon, don’t ask what happened to this day.

The job of helping Ailing has developed so far, and it has gone against its original intention.

If one year ago, no matter how many troops his enemies were, as long as he had a sword in his hand, who had he ever been afraid of?

But now it is different. My skills are greatly damaged, and my swordsmanship is less than 30% as before. If you encounter a strong enemy, you will be burial without a place to die. What's more, there are also demon enemies like Chires on this road...

Moreover, after recalling the teacher's instructions, Mo Wen was even more shocked.

The one-year period is not over, and within this time, there is no need to make any mistakes in the plan, otherwise all hope will be wasted.

When the dragon rises, it must be hidden.The old man said seriously: If you can't stand this level, everything will stop.

It's really bad!I originally planned to deal with a few thieves...

Mo Wen smiled bitterly at half of the moon. In fact, his original idea was that if the development of the matter exceeded expectations, he would immediately withdraw and ignore it to avoid causing a big deal.

Logically speaking, I should get out of here now, so why did I agree to the girl’s request and continue to work with her!

And I should understand that reason very well!

If you are here, you will definitely agree with my approach!Jiamin, this girl is the blessing of you!

Mo Wen smiled dejectedly. He knew that he was very cowardly. If he was really brave and if he had the qualifications to be a man, he shouldn't be here. He used Ailing to vent his anger and fell into memories like a fool. Instead, he immediately ran to her and did what he should do, but... but...

Sorry Ah!I'm so useless. In the end, I'm just a useless man... I'm so sorry for you...

The more I thought about it, the more I became angry. Mowen's nails were deeply embedded in his fist, and he used silent crying to vent all the pain.

Amozimi, Nagali, Ashaximiyimi...

A small singing voice came from the wooden house not far below, attracting Mo Wen's attention.

It was Ailing who was singing, his voice was very low, as if he were as thin as an ant. If it weren't for Mo Wen, he wouldn't listen carefully at all.

It seems that Ailing couldn't sleep and sang a lullaby by herself.

Um...

I remember Ailing said before that this song was taught by her mother.

After learning about the past that happened, listening to this song made Mo Wen feel unhappy. There was a deep and sad snow crystal slowly settled in the silver-haired man's chest.

And he didn't like this feeling.

Subconsciously, Mo Wen snorted coldly.

Shocked by him, the singing stopped abruptly.

What to do? Don’t ask if Mr. Ah!

In the wooden house, Ailing scratched her head and was busy explaining to the children.

Just now, because a boy had a nightmare, he woke everyone up. In order to coax them to sleep, his little sister had to try to sing a hypnotic song, but forgot Mo Wen didn't like this lullaby song for a while.

I'm so stupid. I know Mr. Mo Wen doesn't like listening to this, but why do I sing it out...

Ailing complains about herself and knocks her head randomly with her little hands to punish her immaturity.

The "Wuvshuang Super Pronunciator No. 8" made, but it failed again, otherwise, it would not have made Mr. Mo Wen angry.

Ailing muttered to herself, but didn't know how to explain to these children who looked expectant, and the wounds behind her hurt again, and she was so busy.

(If Mr. Mowen gets angry again, will he run away from Ah!)

This thought scared Ailing. She quickly stood up and wanted to apologize to Mr. Mo Wen, promising not to do it again. However, she was too impatient and knocked her head over the bedboard and screamed in pain.

Alas!It hurts me so much.

Ailing held her head and smiled at several children who were worried about her. Before she could speak, the melodious sound of the flute suddenly rang in everyone's ears. Unexpectedly, the song played was a very familiar melody.

This is……

Ailing was stunned at first, and then had surprises.

It's my own lullaby...

Based on a mood that even he could not understand, the silver-haired man put down his arrogance and volunteered to act as a music box for one night, using his superb music skills to replace the singing and saying good night to everyone.

Thank you, Mr. Don't ask.

Without saying a lot, Ailing led the children to thank the kind Mr. Mo Wen quietly from the window, and she also knew that Mr. Mo Wen did not need to thank him at this moment.

I had that time to say thank you, so I might as well sleep with me earlier. I was very tired of playing the flute all the time. I really like to cause trouble for people.

If I thank Mr. Mo Wen, the consequences must be that he knocked his head hard and blamed him like this. Ailing knew very well.

It is not comparable to any machine product. The sound of the flute flowing like a river of heaven makes the time in the girl's mind flow back, as if back to the night a long time ago, there is a gentle and pleasant female voice singing slowly in her ears.

At this moment, the little inventor's eyes were filled with water, and he was stammering and couldn't speak.

Thank you, Mr. Don’t ask, thank you.

While Mo Wen smiled bitterly for his change in his mentality, there was another person who felt hesitant about how he should deal with the changes in front of him.

Zhu Yan, who was originally just following the young junior sister who had sneaked out of the monk, secretly protecting her like in the past, was extremely surprised when she saw Mo Wen's face that day and had to contact someone immediately.

Although he comes from the demon world, Zhu Yan does not know the water mirror technique that the magician loves to use, so he must leave here temporarily and go to towns outside the mountain to obtain materials, and make magic equipment that can echo the water mirror technique.

I believe that this man named Mo Wen has enough strength to protect his junior sister. Zhu Yan has temporarily left his post. However, he did not expect that a mysterious master who was not expected would suddenly appear and kill Mo Wen to lose.

At this time, Zhu Yan was on a hill hundreds of miles away from Ailing. He was using the newly completed communication equipment to connect to a city on the western border of the ventilated continent. Through the illusory image and the water mirror, the two sides began to talk.

After reporting the matter in full, Zhu Yan came to a quiet moment, waiting for his friend's reply.

Things are actually very simple. A person who deserved to be damned a year ago is still in the world at this moment. So, should we let this damned person die again so as not to cause more trouble?

It can be seen that this dead man's martial arts skills have not yet been restored, and his strength is far from the past. If he does not take advantage of this time and is restored by him, with his talent and martial arts, he will definitely be a terrifying and terrifying enemy. Therefore, Zhu Yan is waiting for his friend's ruling.

...Let him go!Don't do extra things...

Zhu Yan was not surprised by his friend's answer, because he knew this guy's contradictory personality. He just frowned and said in a deep voice: Cut the grass without eradicating the roots, and the spring breeze will reappear. If Ah Zhong knew about it, you would definitely blame him for being soft-hearted again.

I am not soft-hearted, but... every survivor who survives the disaster should have such rights!

All the communication was enough here. Zhu Yan raised his hand to destroy the temporary equipment and rushed to Brown Village hundreds of miles away, preparing to return to his post. However, at the same time, he felt strong regret for his friends.

(You are such a fool Ah! Since you have to do it, why can't you make up your mind? Is it because you know your weakness that you wear such a cold thing all day to cover up...)

MSI is deep, and the sky in the east is faintly revealing the golden morning light. This night is about to pass.

On the branches, the silver-haired man fluttered with the wind, put away his flute, gently brushed the lightsaber in his hand, and made a final inspection.

Although I didn't sleep all night, my face under my silver hair seemed energetic and seemed to have made some decision.

The sword was ready, his body had been adjusted, and all the preparations he should have were completed.

Facing the first dawn in the east, Mo Wen squinted his eyes and stared at his right palm. In the palm of his palm, several exquisite ornaments were quietly shining with colorful light.

Ailing once said that these things have unusual meanings, so it is the relics of her mother!

It seems that I have received a great reward!

A voice that seemed to be there and not yet appeared overflowed from his throat.

Big fool...

I don’t know if I am mocking myself, or mocking the confused little woman, or, either!