Suffering in pain, Mo Yi lost the concept of time. After an unknown amount of time, the vitality in his body and the death of the calamity thunder finally ceased. The extreme pain finally passed, and his hands and feet began to move, but without a trace of strength.
Mo Yi looked at the dark time and space around him without a trace of light. There was a strong oppressive force that did not exist all the time. Fortunately, the light of traction was always surrounding him for protection until he saw the bright end, and the light of traction dissipated, and then
He was like thrown garbage, thrown towards the light by the power of time and space.
Mo Yi, who was falling to the earth like a meteor in the sky of an unknown planet, once again lamented that his strength was exhausted now, but he couldn't use it at all. If he went so high, he would lose half his life even if he didn't die.
Why are we so cruel!
Mo Yi saw a huge Taoist building complex in a towering mountain, and the direction he fell in was an extremely wide arena. There were many people gathered together, seemingly competing for something. Mo Yi couldn't help but want to speak.
He yelled for them to catch him, but the speed was too fast, and all that came into his mouth was the fierce wind.[
Several people looked at the meteor falling from the sky. One of them, an old man with a fairy-like manner, frowned slightly and looked at Mo Yi, who was pointing towards the sky like a flying fairy from the sky, as cool and irrational as any.
He made a round handprint with his hands to remove the fierce force that was coming from him.
This old man also had good intentions. He had already seen Mo Yi's appearance clearly with his eyes. Although he was puzzled, he did not throw him aside. Instead, he used gentle force to reduce Mo Yi's strength little by little.
Take it off and pull it to his side.
With a "pop" sound, Mo Yi fell into the hands of the old Taoist and rolled. Finally, all his strength was gone. Only then did Mo Yi notice that he was actually being held by the old Taoist.
With a "swish", Mo Yi's face turned red to the root of his neck. After living for a thousand years, it was the first time that a man, an old Taoist, held him in his arms in such a posture. This was really too 'gay'.
Mo Yi couldn't bear it anymore and started to shake his hands and feet to get out of the embrace.
Unexpectedly, the old man held him and didn't let go. A strange force entered his body as if to explore something, and then looked at him with eyes like a woman who had been waiting for her husband for many years and was almost waiting for her husband. She suddenly saw her husband return.
The eyes of the family are bright and fiery.
"Old Tao, I don't like men." Mo Yi, unable to let go, roared at Lao Tao, "Don't think that just because you saved me, I will allow you to be so frivolous about me, a thousand-year-old virgin."
The whole audience burst into laughter.
The old Taoist couldn't help but laugh. He looked at Mo Yi, who had his head tilted to one side, a look of displeasure on his face, and his limbs were constantly moving. He gently put him on the ground and said kindly: "Little kid, what's your name? Why did you suddenly fall from the sky?"
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Mo Yi, who was feeling cold at his own voice, heard the old man's question. He couldn't help but feel dazed, and his temper suddenly rose: "Who are you asking? You are the little kid, and your whole family is also a little kid."
The old Taoist's face turned slightly red as he choked, and everyone else in the audience couldn't help but laugh wildly again.
But Mo Yi couldn't laugh no matter what. Was the voice just now really his own?
It didn't matter whether it was pleasant or crisp. What was important was that it was a little childish. Mo Yi couldn't help but want to slap his forehead with his hand, but he really couldn't figure out what the sound was.
But he raised his hand and waved it in front of his eyes, and Mo Yi's eyes instantly widened.
The arms are so white and tender, just like the skin of a newborn baby. They are a bit thin and short, but they are tender and white enough.
Mo Yi waved his hand in front of his eyes several times, making gestures of one, two, three, and four, and finally confirmed that it was really his hand.
Mo Yi's childish behavior kept arousing laughter. The old man was obviously very well-mannered, and he still said with a smile: "Look, besides you, who else is a little kid here?"
Mo Yi raised his eyes and saw that there were no less than a thousand people gathered near the arena, but there was only one person who could claim the title of Xiaowa'er.
Mo Yi was in a state of confusion, and said to the old Taoist rather uneasily: "Old Taoist, can you use the Water Mirror Technique? I want to see myself."
"What's so difficult about this?" The old Taoist pointed out, and the space rippled like water, and then a mirror made of void appeared, reflecting the people and objects in front of the mirror, every detail.[
"The eyebrows are like the moon on the distant mountains, the face is like white jade, the eyes are like bright stars, the lips are red and the teeth are white, it looks like the appearance of a good young master in a troubled world, but these are all the future appearances, and what we have now is the prototype of the young master, with a slightly chubby round face.
It's so cute, Mo Yi couldn't help but pinch his cheek with his hands, it's really meaty."
Twist your neck and move your waist, stretch your arms and kick your legs, blink your eyes and stick out your tongue, oh my god, you are really yourself.
The boy in the mirror has a fourteen-year-old body but only a ten-year-old face. His blinking eyes radiate full agility and cuteness.
The battle between the destructive power of the catastrophe and the regenerative power of reincarnation took Mo Yi's body as the battlefield, completely changing everything about his body. It was disrupted and reorganized, disrupted and reorganized again, and finally this new body was transformed.
, if they fight for a while longer, it will probably be okay to become a child again.
"Have you ever seen clearly, little kid?" the old Taoist asked.
"You see clearly, just take it." Mo Yi replied with a sad face.
The old Taoist waved away the Water Mirror Technique, then stroking his gray beard, he asked He Yan: "What is the name of the little baby? Why does it appear in my Xianyun Tao in such a strange way?"
After all, he was a thousand-year-old monster. It didn't take long for him to figure out the ins and outs of his body. There was no doubt that it was the fault of the Reincarnation Art.
Although Mo Yi didn't know if he could change back in the future, at least now he didn't have to think about it. He had to live a secret life as a child.
Mo Yi is not good at being cute, but now his face is naturally cute, especially his eyes that are so expressive, as if he can talk.
He looked at the old man with extremely sad eyes: "My name is Mo Yi, and I don't know where I come from. I have been following my father since I was a child, but there are always many bad people chasing us, so we just keep running.
Run, until today..."
Mo Yi suddenly burst into tears: "To this day, my father sadly told me that the enemy has arrived. The sky cannot tolerate me. The Mo family then gave me an ancestral jade pendant. My father tore this space apart.
He opened a mouth and threw me in. In that dark space, the jade pendant emitted a very soft light and surrounded me. Then it shattered when I came out, and then I fell from the sky.
I have to thank you, Old Dao, for saving me."
Acting in full, in order to prevent them from guessing the secret of her body, Mo Yi endured the nausea, shook the old man's arm, and cried out that he missed his father and wanted to find him.
When Lao Dao heard Mo Yi talking about his father being able to tear apart space, a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes. Being able to tear apart space is not uncommon. Just like Lao Dao himself, he can do this, but this does not mean that such people are not enough.
powerful.
The old Taoist sighed slightly, touched Mo Yi's head, and comforted: "Since your father sent you out, he must hope that you can live in peace. Besides, you don't know where you came from, and how can you go back, so just follow the old Taoist for the time being.
Become a registered disciple and stay in my Xianyun Dao, what do you think?"