"Maybe."

Mo Yan's deep, starry eyes narrowed slightly.

For "the purple field of your family" this way of address, he easily accepted.

I even feel comfortable.

"Ah, if you go there, you'll get a silver note." Yu Zhujun chattered a few more words, walked around the headquarters of Tianyan chamber of Commerce, chatted with some old acquaintances for a while, and then left.

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The prime minister's office.

Mochen Pavilion.

Ziqianmo is devoting himself to the cultivation of swordsmanship. A burning Xifei sword, sometimes like a crane, sometimes like a misty rain, has a sharp edge and an amazing power.

"Boom!"

There was a loud noise.

Through the air, a sword pierced into a huge stone in the courtyard. The stone burst into pieces and became a powder, which was widely spread.

"Not bad."

As soon as Mo Yan entered the door, he saw her amazing sword. He couldn't help praising, "you've completely mastered the second level of Linghe Liuhuo sword technique. You've made rapid progress."

Just a few days later, Miss seven had realized the meaning of the sword.

What a genius of genius!

"You're back."

Ziqianmo see ink Yan, as shallow as glass pupil, slightly bright. She thought that he would come back in a few days. After all, after the Tang Qing incident, his power should also have some action and need to be deployed.

Mo Yan's heart is warm.

He liked her saying "you're back" as if this was their home.

When he went out, she practiced sword and medicine at home, waiting for him to come back.

If... She really is a little Momo, that's good.

Never in a moment had this idea been so strong that it almost drowned him.

"Here you are."

Mo Yan took out a silver thread jade box and handed it over.

"What is it?"

Ziqianmo took over, always cold shallow pupil, flashed a look forward to.

Without waiting for Mo Yan to answer, she opened the box.

It was an elegant and clear bronze mirror, with warm jade edges and the carving of lily of the valley. It was so lifelike that she seemed to be able to smell the fragrance of lily of the valley.

"It's beautiful."

In the shallow pupil of ziqianmo, there are stars flashing.

love it.

like it very much!

I can't like it any more!

As a demon king, when she was in Wanyao mountain in Kunlun, her friends, relatives and subordinates also gave her gifts. Those gifts were very valuable. If you take out any one, you can make earthshaking three times. However, she was more interested in the bronze mirror that Mo Yan gave her. It was hand carved. At first glance, she made great efforts.

She knew that he was good at jade carving and stone carving, as evidenced by the whole row of statues of little Momo.

"Do you like mirrors?" Mo Yan approached quietly, his voice was low and elegant, like the music of Qin.

"Well." Ziqianmo nodded.

Immersed in the joy of receiving the gift, I didn't notice that the distance between Mo Yan and her had been shortened to one meter.

From Mo Yan's point of view, I can see the shadow in the mirror.

——A beautiful girl, delicate appearance, black hair with cloud, Fei Chai jade pendant, like a cold fairy falling to earth.

No little Momo.

The brilliance in Mo Yan's eyes, like a broken dreamland, dissipated.

It's not her.

It's not a demon.

A strong disappointment, across the heart, like a silver needle stabbed in the heart, stabbed his flesh and blood one by one, and the continuous pain swept him.