Xingtie, I'm in Luofu, I really don't like vixens!

After hearing a loud noise from the 9th Star Port, Yukong saw a continuous stream of Cloud Cavalry approaching from that side.

And she also knew that Tingyun was right there, so she couldn't help but worry about Tingyun.

"Thank you for your concern, Master Yukong..."

Although Tingyun no longer knew whether he should trust Yukong.

But Tingyun also understood that Yukong was his senior no matter what.

After hearing the familiar voice, Mo Ye stopped playing around under Xing's strange gaze. His face was stiff and he didn't dare to look back at Yukong.

"Well, what's wrong with you?"

Xinglian was surprised and looked in the direction of Mo Ye's back, and saw a charming woman from the famous fox tribe walking towards her.

"Hello everyone, I'm Sichen Yukong from the Tianbo Division. Thank you so much for saving Tingyun."

Yukong looked at the people on the arriving train crew and spoke with gratitude.

"It's nothing, just a little effort, just a little help."

Xiao Sanyue smiled from the bottom of her heart because she was helping others, and spoke proudly with her hands on her hips.

Seeing March Seventh smiling, Yukong also smiled at everyone.

"Since you are new here, why not come and sit down at the Tianbosi? That will show you our Luofu hospitality."

Although he didn't know why Mo Ye appeared here, Yukong knew that the atmosphere between Tingyun and Mo Ye must be very awkward when he saw it.

So...why not just send these people away and create a world for the two of them to be alone?

Although it sounds strange... Yukong really wants to do something for Tingyun to make up for the mistakes she made.

"Oh oh oh oh, do you mean to treat us to a meal?"

Xing came forward with shining eyes and rubbed her flat belly.

"I just won the resurrection match and was wondering how to replenish my energy!"

"You feel bad about the resurrection match, don't you?"

March 7th was complaining on the side.

"What are you afraid of? This isn't my first time playing a resurrection match."

Xing continued.

"It's not the first time. You've fought before...oh."

March 6th suddenly remembered that when it was Yalino No. Beloberg, the final battle star was stabbed by Cocolia.

Of course, it was after winning the resurrection match that I got the City Forger's Flame Lance.

Of course, Walter stepped forward and said to the invitation of Tianbo Sichen in front of him.

"We'd better obey your command. It's just as well. We have some important matters to discuss with a representative from Luofu. Why don't we go into the Sichen Palace to discuss it in detail?"

After hearing this, Yukong nodded and looked at Tingyun.

"Tingyun, I'll take the guests back and sit for a while. I'll give you half a day off."

"Half a day off?"

Before Tingyun could even react, Yukong turned around, gave Mo Ye a look, and then led the train crew away.

Whether it was Xing or Sanyueqi, when they finally had a chance to rest and eat something after listening, they didn't rush to follow him.

Not to mention Walter, he himself has things to discuss.

So now, only Mo Ye and Ting Yun were left near the center of Xingcha Sea...

Mo Ye looked at the people walking away, then looked at Ting Yun beside him.

Tingyun still didn't say anything, but looked ahead with a calm expression, not knowing what he was thinking.

What topic should we talk about now?

Mo Ye thought about it, then called out softly.

"Stop the cloud?"

"..."

Tingyun didn't say anything, his eyes were blank and no one knew what he was thinking.

But Mo Ye knew that if it were the Ting Yun of the past, he would definitely be eager to talk to him more.

But now, even though they were alone, they didn't want to say a word to each other, as if they were familiar strangers.

"How about we go get some milk tea?"

Mo Ye suddenly made this suggestion. After all, milk tea is always good for opening up conversation.

"...No, I don't drink sweet things."

Tingyun replied, politely declining the request, but still didn't look at Mo Ye.

"Really... Then, shall I go get some sour plum soup?"

Mo Ye made another suggestion.

And it was precisely because of what he said that Tingyun finally looked at him, but his eyes remained calm. Maybe there was a little complexity, but maybe not.

"Why are you asking me for advice on something like this? Haven't you always only cared about yourself?"

Ting Yun said this with a forced smile, and Mo Ye's eyes trembled slightly, because he had never seen this kind of expression on Tian Yuan before.

That was an expression of distrust...and it was what he most deserved.

When Tingyun said this, he was actually feeling very sad.

Now, it can be said that there is an incomprehensible invisible wall between her and Mo Ye.

For many years, Tingyun believed that he could understand a person's general character by observing his expression.

But after experiencing emotional setbacks, Tingyun found that he could not see through what kind of person Mo Ye was.

Is my benefactor a scumbag? Yes.

He had this secret relationship with the person I respected the most, Lord Yukong, without telling me, even though Lord Yukong knew that I was dating him.

But if you say that Mo Ye is really a scumbag, then why doesn't he just act like the scumbag in your impression, cheating me of my body and then running away?

If Mo Ye really wanted to, he could have done it a long time ago.

But even though he was delivered to his door, Mo Ye always kept his distance from him.

In this situation, Tingyun really couldn't understand it at all. Ever since Mo Ye was forcibly taken to Taibusi, Tingyun had been thinking about this problem almost every day.

But this kind of blind spot in knowledge is really a bit... hard to figure out.

"Zhangyun..."

Knowing that his betrayal of Ting Yun could not be forgiven, Mo Ye lowered his head in shame.

Mo Ye did not say anything to defend himself, but lowered his head and endured it silently like a child who had made a mistake.

"If you want to apologize, there's no need... I've heard your apologies too many times, and I don't want to hear them again."

After saying that, Tingyun took half a step back and looked like he was about to leave.

But Mo Ye didn't know what happened, but when he saw Ting Yun suddenly step back, he went up and grabbed her hand.

"……open."

Tingyun, who was being held by Mo Ye's hand, had a look of sadness on his face, but spoke in a complicated tone.

Then, the two held each other's hands and maintained the posture for several minutes.

It wasn't just a matter of how long, Tingyun finally sighed, and looking at Mo Ye with his head down, he finally felt a little soft-hearted.

"I have a question for you."

Hearing Tingyun suddenly speaking to him, Mo Ye raised his head and looked at Tingyun's calm eyes.

"Why would you rather be with Master Yukong... than cheat me out of my body?"

Tingyun asked the question she had always wanted to ask, but she didn't actually expect an answer.

Wan Moye was really just talking to me for fun, maybe he had some feelings for the person he respected the most, Master Yukong.

But if this is really the case...Is it still suitable for me to stay in Tingyun's huge Tianbosi?

"Lord Yukong...she's like this because of an accident."

Seeing Tingyun answering the questions he asked, Mo Ye also spoke up and answered patiently.

At the same time, he also knew that his relationship with Yukong was finally exposed to Tingyun.

But of course he also hoped that by improving his attitude, he could perhaps change Tingyun's opinion of him.

As for whether or not to forgive, Mo Ye never asked for it.

"So? One wrong step leads to another?"

Hearing this, Tingyun felt a little uncomfortable.

She wasn't angry because all these bad things started because of an accident.

It was because Mo Ye did not choose to stop the loss in time after these things happened, or discuss it with himself, and chose to bear it himself.

If it hadn't fermented for so long, maybe we could have sat down and had a good talk at that time.

"As for you, the reason why I didn't do anything to you...is because...I feel that I am not clean anymore."

Mo Ye finally told Ting Yun about something that had been bothering him.

Luofu people are more conservative, and Mo Ye is even more conservative.

He is a pure love person, at least he used to be...

With so many things happening, Mo Ye now feels like he is about to become a chaotic person.

After hearing this answer, Tingyun suddenly came up excitedly and said with a questioning tone.

Jiu: "Just because of this?"

In response to Tingyun's sudden strength, Mo Ye nodded and gave Tingyun an answer.

㈣ “Yes, but not entirely…”

Target Mo Ye simply decided to confess directly to Ting Yun.

⑷ “Ever since what happened with Master Yukong, there are always some girls around me who seem to be having some kind of affair with me…”

②After hearing this, Tingyun didn't want to believe it at all, but then Mo Ye added another sentence.

"I even went to the Divination Bureau to have my marriage divined. The Diviner said everything would go smoothly, but I didn't understand it. But now I do."

Moye took a deep breath and said.

5. “Perhaps I am destined to be entangled with girls in this life, even if it is not my own will…”

Ting Yun let go of Mo Ye's hand and took two steps back. For some reason, he felt a little dizzy.

"You must be kidding... Even the literature I read wouldn't dare to write like that."

What kind of Luofu joke is this? This is simply...

But only in this way can we explain the sense of distance that Mo Ye has always felt towards me, both close and far away.

Moreover, looking at Mo Ye's unprecedented serious expression, although Tingyun wanted to doubt, he didn't know where to doubt.

"Who are they?"

Tingyun asked with some excitement.

"Well..."

Mo Ye didn't know whether he should say it or not.

Ting Yun regained his composure and calmed down. Then he looked at Mo Ye again and spoke.

"Is that so... That little girl has really fallen in love with a flower thief who walks through a sea of flowers without getting a single leaf on him."

Right, what's the best way to describe Mo Ye? A flower thief? A playboy?

Each one has a little touch, but it seems that none of them are completely right.