Carry out obscenity to the end

Mo Yi thought to himself that if he went alone, it would only become a burden.

No way, the elite of the Temple of Heaven must be abducted to help.

After the banquet was over, under Mo Yi's instructions again, Tiandian's intelligence network began to operate overwhelmingly, trying its best to detect the whereabouts of the evil lord Dongfang, and closely watched the movements of Qiongcangdao.

Zhang Yang knew of a certain connection between Mo Yi and the evil lord Dongfang, coupled with Nalan Yan's superior status, and Mo Yi's incomparably rich wealth, it was destined that this action would be greatly rewarded. attention.

The same person, because of changes in status and wealth, will receive completely different levels of attention for the same request. [

This is the glory that the world strives to pursue.

Glory is for wealth, power, fame, beauty, and everything in the world.

Mo Yi stays here for five days.

The reinforcements from the Temple of Heaven have been summoned and are on their way, and it will take a few days to arrive.

And the sword soul transformed into Qi Xian in Qi City's divine soldier Xie Xie has shown signs of gradually recovering.

But it will take a few days to fully recover.

The past few days in Qicheng can be regarded as the most peaceful time that Mo Yi has lived in the central region.

There is no hunt, no conspiracy, only peace.

Today, Mo Yi couldn't stay idle, so he dragged Nalanyan out of Qicheng headquarters, and went shopping together.

Nalanyan looked at Mo Yi, who was eating all kinds of desserts, and couldn't help smiling.

He said he was going shopping, but Mo Yi only relied on his nose to find his way when he walked.

Wherever you smell the aroma of delicious food, there is the way of Mo Yi.

"You can eat a bunch too, it's sour and sweet, it's very loving." With almonds stuffed in his mouth, Mo Yi shared a bunch of candied haws with Nalanyan.

"Silly girl, you must know that the person who can make foodies share candied haws with you must be someone who loves you very much." Mo Yi muttered.

Nalanyan took the candied haws, it was sour and tasted like youth.

Sweet, it's him.

The two ate one street after another like this.

Nalanyan took out a handkerchief and wiped away the debris from Mo Yi's mouth.

Mo Yi narrowed his eyes, enjoying Yu Shura's tenderness. [

This is the gentleness that this Jade Shura has never shown in front of others.

"If only my son was here, he likes to eat as much as you do." Nalanyan thought of Mo Yu.

There is always a sense of closeness between her and Mo Yu.

Mo Yu once saved her father Nalan Yuntian, if not for this rescue, Mo Yu would not have suffered brain damage at all, and his IQ would be like that of a child.

And Mo Yu, who also felt close to her, called out the mother, which made Nalanyan's heart never calm from that moment.

Father, mother, son, a complete family, isn't this the happiest pursuit of a woman?

"Don't worry, my son must have perverted blood like you, and he is the only one who bullies others. I have asked Senior Zhang Yang to send a message to Wanjin Trading Company through the Tiandian official, and Wanjin Trading Company will definitely serve him like an ancestor now. Now The situation on our side is much more dangerous. When the work is over, I will accompany you to the headquarters of Wanjin Trading Company and bring my son back." Mo Yi put his hand gently on Nalan Yan's delicate and tender face, comforting the sudden A girl full of motherly love.

Nalanyan approached Mo Yi, her head leaning against Mo Yi's head.

Sunshine, lake water, thousands of willow silk, the wind blows, reflecting a pair of bi people.

On the shore of the lake, suddenly a figure walked by.

Mo Yi's eyes were fixed, with a hint of surprise.

Nalanyan, who noticed the change of Mo Yi's mood, followed Mo Yi's gaze, and saw a young man, handsome but with a bit of perseverance and weatheredness, and his clothes were stained with dust, but he was not less heroic.

The little spots of blood speak of a different masculine beauty.

He had a broken sword in his hand, with many gaps in the blade and a broken tip, but the sincerity with which this young man held the sword made Mo Yi, who was hundreds of meters away, feel a kind of attachment.

Ordinary people mostly choose to replace their weapons if their weapons are damaged.

But for those who are truly persistent, a weapon often stays with them for a lifetime.

Sincerity in the sword is the sincerity in the heart.

Those who are in the Qin Dynasty and the late Chu Dynasty will never understand what persistence is.

If you don't understand persistence, if you can't keep your sincerity, you will never be able to climb to the top.

"There's something strange about him." Nalanyan frowned.

This kind of feeling comes from inexplicable, it can't be called disgust, but it can't be called joy, it just faintly repulses this boy.

Mo Yi took Nalanyan's hand and chased after the young man's figure. [

"It's an acquaintance, but it shouldn't appear here. No matter what's strange about him, let's go and have a look."

In Qicheng, the most indispensable thing is the Forging Pavilion. Anyone who lives in Qicheng will always have more or less contact with the way of casting.

The Casting Pavilion is the casting place of the Dao of Qi, and every day, monks from all directions enter the City of Weapons to forge weapons.

Although Qicheng has just experienced a catastrophe, the buildings in many places are still a bit dilapidated.

However, most of the places have been completely restored to their old appearance under the concerted efforts of everyone.

Even when Mo Yi first entered Qicheng, the somewhat sluggish popularity had once again entered the turmoil.

The tallest building in the south of Qi City, the building full of flamboyant and violent style, is the largest casting pavilion in Qi City.

Mo Yi followed the boy's footsteps all the way into the Forging Pavilion, but he disappeared.

The Casting Pavilion in Nancheng has five floors, covering a huge area, and there are tens of thousands of people at any time. It is really not that easy to find someone in this place.

In the Foundry Pavilion, there are nearly a hundred shops on the ground floor alone, and each shop sells different weapons.

All the weapons you can think of can be found in the Forging Pavilion.

Mo Yi dragged Nalan Yan into a shop specializing in daggers.

There are daggers made of wood, copper and iron are more common, and there are even daggers inlaid with gemstones of various colors.

Mo Yi couldn't help picking it up and looking at it again and again.

In this world, is there really a monk who is so superb that he would choose such a golden dagger?

The decorations from the beginning to the end, the defective products full of ostentatious atmosphere, even though they are cast with excellent materials, are completely comparable to the dark gold dagger that Mo Yi himself is currently using.

However, with these gems inlaid, Nasu put a rope on this flowing gold dagger, and it was considered a stroke of luck to be able to exert half of its original power.

These gems are beautiful.

At least, Nalanyan saw a glimmer of light, and seemed to like it.

Shiny and dazzling things are indeed women's favorite since ancient times.

However, Mo Yi really couldn't give away this short sword.

Because he asked the shopkeeper, the price is the same, 20 spirit stones.

How can I put it this way, now this rich man is also worth hundreds of billions of dollars, how can he give such a poor gift to his beloved silly girl.

So, after asking the price, Mo Yi put the dagger back.

If you reported a few million, Mr. Mo would think about it, but 20, hey, it would be embarrassing to mention it.

However, Master Mo's silence was exchanged for a sarcasm.

A young man with his arms around a charming and charming woman couldn't help but despise Mo Yi.

It was really Nalanyan who was holding Mo Yi's arm all the time. This temperament and appearance were several times better than the female companions around him. She was not at the same level of beauty. Even a man would salivate over Nalanyan.

"If you don't have money, don't touch these high-end goods casually. The broken copper and iron next to you are suitable for you. If you break this kind of top-quality sword, you will never be able to afford it for the rest of your life. It's a pity that it is so flowery. Yu's girl, she followed a poor guy like you blindly."

The son of the second generation ancestor walked up to the shopkeeper and quickly delivered 20 spirit stones. Then he picked up the golden dagger full of ostentatious nouveau riche temperament, waved it triumphantly in front of Mo Yi, and rushed Seeing Nalanyan's piggy smile, he glanced at Mo Yi provocatively, and handed the dagger to Nalanyan: "This beautiful woman, please believe me, as the son of a first-class family, I am a genius of ancient music!" It is your true match. A small gift is not a respect, but I hope the girl will accept it."

Nalan Yan took over the flowing golden dagger with a clever smile. With this smile, Gu Letian's mind was turbulent and his imagination was flying.

He couldn't help stretching out his hand, wanting to touch Nalan Yan's white, soft, sexual little hand.

However, before getting close to Nalanyan's hand, an extremely scorching heat rose from Nalanyan's hand.

Gu Letian's hand was burned with air bubbles, and the pain pierced his heart and lungs.

But before he came to howl, the scene in front of him made him swallow a mouthful of saliva, stunned as if struck by lightning.

In Nalanyan's hands, this flowing gold short sword of excellent material gradually softened and turned into drops of golden liquid. When it dripped on the ground, white smoke rose. The ground paved with extremely strong Qinggang stone , There were small holes one by one.

It wasn't until the flowing golden dagger in her hand completely turned into golden liquid and dripped down, that Nalanyan sighed softly: "It seems that the gift of Mr. Gu is really small and so useless. Fortunately, I didn't use it in battle. , otherwise he must have died miserably. Mr. Gu, do you have a grudge against me? Why did you give me such a useless thing?"

Mo Yi's hand stretched out at the right time, and grabbed the white, soft, sexual little hand that Gu Letian was so impulsive and eager to grab just now.

Even, not only grabbing the little hand, this pervert even took the opportunity to wrap his arms around Nalanyan's waist, gently ###.

As for Nalanyan, where is the heroic demeanor of smelting the flowing gold dagger with bare hands just now, she is like a little woman, leaning gently beside Mo Yi, obedient and obedient.

Under Gu Letian's angry, frightened and envious eyes, Mo Yi kissed Nalanyan's ear.

"Well done, my silly girl."

This is Mo Yi's compliment.

Gu Letian's cultivation level and self-cultivation of the first-level ordinary heavenly realm did not catch Mo Yi's eyes at all.

Since he was facing a challenge, and he was not a real enemy, this kind of stimulation was enough to refresh Mo Yi physically and mentally.

Nalanyan has awakened the Phoenix bloodline, possessing the most terrifying flames of Nirvana and Burning Fire of the Phoenix clan.

Although the current state is not enough to fully develop and control such a magical supernatural power, but smelting a short sword of flowing gold is simply child's play.

As for Nalan Yan's cooperating and spoofing performance, seeing Gu Letian's surprised appearance, one can tell how successful it is.