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Chapter 1991

Mo Shan was kicked to the ground, got up cursing and wanted to chase, but saw that the boy had already chased him.

He rubbed his waist, keenly feeling that something was not right.

……

"Mo Lange" returned home dirty, but before Mo Qi came back, she secretly changed her clothes, then mixed the dirty clothes in the laundry tub, fetched a bucket of water, and squatted at the gate of the courtyard to wash.

Just after washing two pieces, a pair of straight and slender legs suddenly appeared in front of her.

She looked up, her heart was terrified, she didn't hold back the strength under her hands, and with a tear, the clothes in her hands were torn apart.

"Young man, young man..." She frantically wiped her hands on the apron, and got up tremblingly, "I haven't offended you, have I?"

Di Zhao looked down at her, and asked indifferently, "How did you get your spiritual power just now?"

He had to be suspicious that the cultivation base of the mere golden core middle stage could burst out the spiritual power of the Nascent Soul stage.

"I, I..." The girl felt that she always bowed her head in front of him, so she turned and entered the yard, and said, "Come in, sit down and talk?"

Di Zhao was noncommittal, and followed her into the yard.

The yard can be seen clearly at a glance, with three rooms lined up at the end and the kitchen on the left.

The girl rubbed the clothes together, hung them up to dry, went to the house to get needles and thread, and sewed the clothes she had torn twice before asking him to sit down on the steps in the yard.

Di Zhao was carrying Mo Lange on his back, and it was inconvenient to sit, so he declined.

Only then did the girl seriously look at the person behind him, and asked, "What's wrong with her? Is she sick?"

Di Zhao didn't answer.

"Aren't you tired from carrying it on your back? Let her sleep in my room." The girl pushed open the door of her room and invited him in generously.

In addition to a bed, there is only a wardrobe in the room, and there is not even a decent dressing table.

Di Zhao glanced at it, and found that the bed was very clean, and the quilt was laid flat, so he didn't refuse, and carefully put Mo Lange on the bed.

The girl rested her chin and looked at the person on the bed, enviously said: "She looks really good-looking."

"En." This was the first time Di Zhao responded to her words.

She suddenly pointed to the string of demon pills on Mo Lange's waist, and said seriously: "However, these demon pills...why are they so ugly? Did you hang them for her?"

Di Zhao: "..."

He squinted at her, aggressively.

The girl curled her lips and closed the door carefully.

The two sat down on the steps again, and she said: "I was seriously ill two years ago. My father invited several doctors from the village to see me, and they all said that I couldn't survive. I don't know why, Suddenly it's fine."

"Maybe it was a blessing in disguise. After I recovered, sometimes my spiritual power suddenly became stronger. At first I couldn't control it, but then it slowly became. When I was in danger, it would become stronger, and my cultivation was better than others. It's easier."

Di Zhao's eyes flickered, and his fingers slowly grasped.

He had a guess in his mind, but it was too absurd to be sure.

After pondering for a moment, he asked, "Do you want to go outside and have a look?"

The girl raised her eyes and asked blankly, "What outside?"

"It's the main cities, the outside world far away from here. The seven major tribes were rebuilt after the war, and they are all thriving. It's a different world from here." Di Zhao said.

The girl smiled like a flower, and said yearningly: "Really? Then I want to go!"

Later, when Mo Qi came back, he saw that there were two more guests at home, but he didn't say anything.

(End of this chapter)