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Chapter 1200 Misty Cloud Sect Conspiracy

Because of this incident, Lanyun Sect's morale was greatly boosted, and it ranked first among all sects.

In the following year, the head of the Lanyun Sect practiced in seclusion, and the Lanyun Sect announced it to the world. He practiced Mo Jianfeng, took on the important task of the sect, and managed the sect with appropriate size.

The day after the announcement was made, Lanyun Sect was in full swing. All sect masters and dignitaries came to congratulate and held a three-day celebration.

"Jianfeng is young and promising, so he should take on this important task."

"Nephew is young, so he should practice and practice. Compared with other sects, our Lan Yunzong can be regarded as lucky..."

All the elders persuaded them to drink and talk, and their words were full of unreserved admiration for Mo Jianfeng.

Mo Jianfeng looked at the wine glasses being handed over, with an indescribable smirk on his face.

Glasses of wine poured down his throat, the hot smell of alcohol made his gait a little unsteady, and he added two blush blush on his face.

On the high platform in the distance, the dancers invited by the clan to add to the fun are dancing fiery|hot|hot|hot dances.

The disciples in the audience whistled, coupled with the surrounding drum music, a scene of singing and dancing.

After drinking a glass of wine, Mo Jianfeng felt as if a big hole had been opened in his heart when he saw this scene. The hole spread and expanded at an unimaginable speed, and the pain was so painful that he dared not breathe.

Putting down the wine glass in his hand, Mo Jianfeng hastily informed the elders that he came to the back mountain of Lan Yunzong drunk alone.

Turning to the back of a rockery, the sound of the front yard disappeared.

Mo Jianfeng leaned on the rock in pain, his palms tightly clutching his chest.

It hurts, it hurts, since his junior sister passed away, he practiced hard day after day, but whenever he wanted to relax, the black hole in his heart kept expanding.

He wanted to die very much, but on the other hand, he kept struggling with the heavy responsibility on him.He can't live selfishly, he can only survive alone.

He raised his head in pain, and looked at the bright moon in the sky, but there was a touch of crystal in his eyes.

The matter of Leng Qianyue has come to an end, but looking at the moon like this, he remembered their encounter many years ago.

Could such a woman turn into a demon in the end?To be honest, he didn't believe it, but did he have any reason not to believe it.

There was a violent tumbling in his stomach, Mo Jianfeng covered his abdomen in pain, and suddenly stretched out a pair of cool hands from behind, pressing on his acupuncture points.

Mo Jianfeng was taken aback for a moment, he was so preoccupied just now that he didn't notice anyone approaching.

Struggling to take two steps forward, looking back, I saw a slender woman with a light veil coming out from the other side of the rockery.

"I'm sorry, I scared you... I saw you were uncomfortable, so I just..." The woman blinked twice lightly with her lively eyes, which contained the unique charm of a mature woman.

Mo Jianfeng frowned, and hummed dully, "You are the dancer invited today, right? When you came, no one said you are not allowed to walk around?!"

Hearing his stern voice, the woman trembled in fright and hurriedly nodded, "I just... just came to see..."

"Go back quickly, otherwise..." Mo Jianfeng said impatiently, he is in a terrible physical discomfort now, and he doesn't want to get entangled with irrelevant people.

Unexpectedly, when his eyes saw the woman again, he saw that she raised her hand and took off the veil, and a familiar face appeared in front of Mo Jianfeng in an instant.

(End of this chapter)