After rebirth, flirtatiously in the arms of the deadly enemy Demon Venerable

The nickname, if you really say it, is actually there.

It's just that since his mother and father separated, he has never been called again.

The main reason is that this nickname was chosen for him by his father himself.

He pondered for a while, whether he could not lie to Ning Xiang and told her about it.

"My nickname was given by my father, named A Xing, but after he left us, my mother never called it again."

"Ah Xing." Ning Xiang repeated the nickname in her mouth, raised her eyes and asked him, "Then maybe you can give me a nickname too?"

This is the second time Ning Xiang has asked this question today.

Mo Yinxing looked at the longing in her eyes, and remembered what he knew, the ancient people obviously paid great attention to nicknames, suppressed some facts he had already guessed, and nodded.

"Of course, but it's not a trivial matter to have a nickname. I have to think about it for you."

Better yet, think of someone who has something to do with his nickname.

Ning Xiang is a cultivator, she doesn't care much about the mundane things, but she saw the young man in front of her put on a very serious look, and she burrowed into her arms a little more, waiting for her to feel the warmth from their skin-to-skin contact. The strong heartbeat from there, only to hear a hoarse voice of inquiry coming from the top of the head.

"No, I'll call you Ah Zhi, stop what you do."

For girls, it is more appropriate to use "Zhi", but if it is this Zhi, it will lose that meaning.

When Ning Xiang heard the word "Xingzhi", she guessed the reason why Mo Yinxing made such a fuss.

After being stunned for a moment, he bent his lips and responded: "Okay, then I will be called Ah Zhi, and my nickname in the future will be Ah Zhi."

After the nickname was decided, Ning Xiang and Mo Yinxing cuddled together on the bed and slept for a while.

Ning Xiang, who used to get up early, couldn't help but want to get up until the sun outside shined on the bed through the window.

Mo Yinxing really wanted to continue sleeping with her in such a embrace, but seeing that she was already full of energy and really looked like she couldn't sleep, so he reluctantly took her up and gave her something he didn't know how many years in advance. Well stocked toiletries.

Including clothes that fit her perfectly.

Ning Xiang looked at the clothes and shoes in front of her, surprised to look up at a young man whose eyes were still locked on her, and asked tentatively: "How long in advance did you prepare these?"

Mo Yinxing didn't dare to say that as early as five years ago, after she left him, he began to prepare for the day when they would meet again, and he lied to her that it was not long ago.

When he was lying, he was almost exactly the same as the one in Da Changchao, he would unconsciously turn his eyes away and lightly curl his eyelashes.

Ning Xiang noticed this, and didn't expose him, but changed the subject and asked him how to wear these.

After putting on the slightly heavy winter clothes, Ning Xiang followed Mo Yinxing out of the villa area.

He said that he wanted to show her the place where he lived.

Ning Xiang had already seen some of the scenery in this world when she was holding the Posheng Sword.

But in the end it was only the surrounding scenery, and what was inside was only understood after she was taken by Mo Yinxing to see it.

She let him hold her wrist, and when she was walking with him on the busy streets, she asked him how he had changed during the years she was away, whether he had made some friends, and the relationship with his mother , Has it ever eased?
"Words of change."

The young man looked at the street where the first snow fell, shook his long eyelashes covered with snowflakes, and shook his head: "Maybe not."

His personality had already been formed under his mother's suppression and deformity since he was a child. To make some changes under such circumstances, the difficulty was no less than smashing and reorganizing the already shaped things.

So he still has no friends, still because of his concern for family affection and some habits formed in his muscle memory over the years, when facing his mother, even though he is very clear-headed and knows what he should do is right, but because of her The mother showed some fragility, and her heart softened and became irrational.

To be honest, in the past, in his eyes, the days that were always dull and meaningless, suddenly had so much hope.

Ning Xiang looked into his stagnant ink eyes, opened her mouth, and wanted to say something, but in the end she forced her to suppress it.

"Then I know, what kind of work are you doing now?"

Because of his excellent grades, Mo Yinxing had already graduated from university ahead of schedule.

Hearing this, he told about his business.

"Everything is slowly getting on the right track now. The biggest reason why I choose to start a business is actually for my mother. She always wants to see me become better, even better than my father. I want to do To this point, we have to start with entrepreneurship.”

Ning Xiang noticed that every time she and Mo Yinxing talked about something, he always mentioned his mother.

It's a bit like the Niang Baonan she heard in Dachang Dynasty.

But according to what she knew about him, she knew that this must not be the case, there must be some more important reason.

Sure enough, soon, she heard from him that his parents had divorced since he was a child, and that he was raised by his mother alone.

As well as the stick education his mother gave him since he was a child, she would always do things that inadvertently belittle Mo Yinxing to reflect her own value.

Those things were even detailed, and she forbade Mo Yinxing to overeat, lest he would get sleepy after eating and would not be able to leave more time for sleep.

And every time he failed a test, he would slap her to stimulate Mo Yinxing himself, making him have to work harder on the next test.

After listening to all these, Ning Xiang frowned, and at the same time suddenly understood why some light could not shine in his eyes.

"If you look at it this way, you and I are very similar in some respects. You listen to your mother and take care of her emotions because you long for and cherish the only remaining family relationship, right?"

It was the same when she didn't know that she was just the "wedding dress" that Ning Tianhe made for Ning Rou.

She will always try her best to please him, like an obedient puppet at his mercy, he will point at things, but she will never do anything at all.

Mo Yinxing was a little puzzled when he heard the words: "That's true, but why do I always feel that when I look at you, your state is far from mine."

Her eyes still had the light of life ignited, unlike his, which was only lifeless.

Ning Xiang nodded: "It's not the same, because in my heart, family affection is important, but it can't be so important that I lose myself. After all, I live for myself, not for others."

So, when she heard that Mo Yinxing wanted to give up treatment in the future, the biggest root cause was because of this incident?
One party: Goose, you are very close to the truth! !