Rebirth of the black poisonous wife

Chapter 253
Lan Lingyue smiled lightly.

Lan couldn't help but get angry: "What are you laughing at?"

Lan Lingyue was not in a hurry, and said slowly: "Little brother, I think you are still young, but you are actually one of the five enlightened disciples of the Guangming Sect, and you are in a high position. Does this mean that the talents of the Guangming Sect have withered? Although your martial arts Yes, but this can only be called the bravery of a man, not even the talent of a general. If the Guangming Sect really has a few talents, how can you be in a high position?"

Lan, however, sneered endlessly: "If I don't have the skills, how can I catch you?"

The more he looked at Lan Lingyue, the more he felt disliked, and he just felt that Lan Lingyue was really hateful.Originally, when Mo Shu was doing well, he did some stupid things for this woman.

"I'm the young master of the Lan clan, so even if my martial arts aren't good enough, that's okay. If I want to kill someone, there's no need to bloody myself. If I'm not very good, how can the Que clan let you get rid of me one after another? "Lan Lingyue retorted like this.

Lan snorted coldly, but didn't know what to say for a while.

After Lan left, the village girl Ming Lan brought food.After the food was delivered, she didn't leave immediately, but looked at Lan Lingyue curiously.

Lan Lingyue had a thought, teased Ming Lan and said a few words, only then did she know that Ming Lan was from this village.She has a very cheerful personality and is extremely interested in Mo Shu and Lan Lingyue. She blinks her eyes and looks very innocent.

"This is the first time I've seen people as beautiful as you." Ming Lan giggled.

Lan Lingyue didn't ask Minglan to let her go. This simple village girl might not be able to help her, and if she did something, it would hurt her instead.

Minglan opened the jar: "I stewed the mutton soup in this jar. My mother said that the soup I stewed is delicious. I'm afraid you are not used to it."

After talking for a while, Ming Lan just left, Lan Lingyue tasted a few mouthfuls of soup, it was really delicious.

Although Ming Lan is just a village girl, the food she cooks is really good.

It's just that Lan Lingyue has a lot of things on her mind, but she can't eat anything.

Now it's the fierce battle of the Western Regions outside, but this village is extremely peaceful, so calm that Lan Lingyue has a slight illusion, feeling that she has gone to another place.

Mo Shu was not idle, he begged for some hay, moved his fingers deftly, and within a short time, a pair of straw sandals was completed in his hands.

Lan Lingyue sat lazily at the door, seeing Mo Shu's actions, she didn't know that a smile crept out of her lips.

"Mo Shu, I never thought you could even weave straw sandals."

This man knew everything about the dignitaries in the Western Regions like the back of his hand, and he was able to know the secrets of each family, as if these things were as clear and clear as his palm prints.

He can also be demeanor, elegant manner, more chic and dignified than a real prince.

And he is the favorite general under the leader of the Guangming Cult, but he helped himself kill the master of the Guangming Cult.

Lan Lingyue couldn't fathom such a person.But what she never expected was that Mo Shu could even weave straw sandals.

It is not surprising to Lan Lingyue that Mo Shu can make spices, but it is beyond Lan Lingyue's expectation that he can weave straw sandals.

Mo Shu looked calm and composed: "I often think that one day, I will find a place to live quietly, and then I can earn some money to support myself."

Looking at Mo Shu's peaceful face, Lan Lingyue secretly thought, could it be that what Mo Shu longs for is a peaceful life?
She was thoughtful, but unbelievable.

Lan Lingyue teased, "Why don't you wait for Yuelan to come, take out these shoes and see if anyone buys them."

Mo Shu slightly raised his eyebrows and smiled: "That's a very good idea."

Lan came here at this time, and snorted coldly: "Mo Shu, don't think that I don't know what your plan is, you have some secrets about weaving these straw sandals, do you think I will let you give them away? "

Immediately, he swung his short sword, and immediately shattered the braided straw sandals.

Mo Shu looked at the grass clippings all over the ground, sighed softly and said, "Unfortunately, it's a waste of effort."

Lan bit her lips, and suddenly said: "Mo Shu, you are so smart, so tell me why the leader refuses to let me go to the battlefield?"

Mo Shu's eyebrows were stained with a trace of pity: "Silly boy, don't you understand such a simple matter? With your ability, you are just a qualified assassin. But if you fail Now, you can still be by the leader’s side and be his most loyal guard. Compared with the Guangming Cult, the leader only cares about himself.”

But Lan couldn't help but said angrily: "You, you're saying these outrageous things again."

"Is it against the law? These are the facts."

Mo Shu's brows were stained with a touch of melancholy.

"Lan, although you are still young, you have also grown up in the teaching, and you have seen many methods in the teaching. Don't you think these methods are correct?"

"Treating enemies should be cruel and ruthless. Only the weak can be merciful!" Lan Ke answered with confidence.

"If it's against the enemy, it's not right or wrong, but the Guangming Cult is also extremely ruthless when it comes to innocent people. If there is a slight violation, even ordinary people will be ruthless. You know this after thinking about it."

Lan was silent for a moment before he said: "Even though there are some faults in the Holy Cult, who made us disciples of the Holy Cult, and we were also cultivated by the Holy Cult. Since we have received the grace of the Holy Cult, we have to live and die together with the Holy Cult."

There was a trace of coldness and determination in his brows. If he hadn't been taken in by the Guangming Sect, he might have died long ago.Since my life is preserved because of the holy teaching, then I must dedicate everything to the holy teaching!
It's just that Mo Shu's warm eyes seemed to see something, he saw deeply into the bottom of Lan's heart, and saw a trace of weakness in Lan's heart.

Lan suddenly turned around and left, with a trace of coldness on his face!
A faint smile overflowed Mo Shu's lips. This time, he asked Ming Lan to fetch a few pieces of wood and concentrate on carving.Although he has no internal strength, his fingers are slender and flexible.After carving a few times, Mo Shu blew lightly, and the wood chips flew gently.

Looking at him, Lan Lingyue felt that he knew everything. There seemed to be a faint mysterious light covering him, which Lan Lingyue couldn't see clearly.

And Lan Lingyue looked at Mo Shu in distress. Mo Shu looked so calm and peaceful, as if nothing would linger in his heart.He is like a fairy who has strayed into the world, so his body can be said to be spotless, without the slightest dust.That day, he showed such a painful expression, it seemed to be Lan Lingyue's illusion.She sighed and sat quietly aside.

(End of this chapter)