"Brother has always been thinking a lot, so I won't worry." Mo Ling said, lifting up a curtain at his hand.
"Don't lift it up!!!" Mo Xiang flew over and threw Mo Ling to the ground. At the same time, from behind the curtain, he shot out several poisonous arrows, rubbing them.
Going out of the head.
Mo Xiang stood up and shouted angrily, "My curtain curtain is full of mechanisms, why are you so bold? Do you think you are still a martial arts master? Don't you know that many ministers have died because of this curtain curtain?!
”
Mo Ling also stood up and didn't care about his roar, but the corner of his lips was smiling. He said, "This is my real brother."
Mo Xiang was stunned and glared at him and said, "I was your brother! What real brother, fake brother?! Are you using your life to play this trick? You have also been burned by aphrodisiacs.
Bar!"
Mo Ling said: "My brother has been spoiled, loved and cared for me since he was a child. He never bears me to be hurt. He will not impose a burden on me, nor will he force me to do things I don't want to do... Now
,I'm sure, you are still my brother. Brother, why don't you tell me that you are so tired? Do you have to let me know if you are exhausted? I used to be ignorant, brother, just forgive me!
Don’t work so hard in the future. If you need any help, even if you want to say that we are brothers, don’t hide it from me anymore. My brother will listen to you in the future and let you arrange it.”
"Hahaha!" Mo Xiang laughed happily, raised his thick big hand and patted Mo Ling's shoulder: "You can figure it out this is the best! It's rare that you are so sensible, but you and my brother, don't forgive me.
All forgiven is over! It will be great if you understand my hard work in the future. You must know that this world is not the world of me alone. It embodies the hard work of our father. As sons, we must keep it even if we fight to the death!"
"Brother," Mo Ling's weak body was swayed by him. He tried to make his tone calm and uneven: "If I did something that made you angry one day, I hope I can be like today and I will be generous.
A smile. But brother, don’t worry, I will never let you go at any time.”
Mo Xiang was very happy and said, "Okay, okay! In the future, my brother will have another right-hand man! You and I will be in love with each other, so why worry about the unstable Mo Yu Kingdom?!"
...
The night is so quiet.
The tired Yue'er hid in the clouds to rest, leaving only a few blinking stars hanging in the sky, as if she was lying on guard.
The stars are dotted and the wind is gentle.
Mo Ling sat decadently outside the gate of Mo Qianxun’s house with a big bag of wine, leaning against the fenced yard of their house, holding his head up and pouring a large gulp of wine. No one knew that he had come here step by step.
His clothes were dirty, and his originally soft hair was too lazy to sort out. Now he looked even more dirty and messy, his hair was like a chicken coop. He was like a replica of a refugee. At this moment, he was in a state of less than 10% of his ability.
When the journey is here, normal people will scream tired, let alone the prince who has never suffered before?
Looking closely, some stubble even oozing out of his smooth chin, which looked even more bleak.
However, no one cared about these things, and he himself wouldn't care about them.
In the low thatched hut, through the small window, there was only one room with faint candlelight lit, swaying.