Yiyan took out another fish for herself, and the fish in this iron plate was empty, so she immediately put on the second iron plate and baked it, and by the way, she turned down the firewood and stewed the fish in the iron plate, and said, "Since everyone is fine, what are your plans in the future?" ”

"Intended?" Mo Zhiyu stopped his chopsticks and looked up at Yiyan.

Yiyan picked up his plate, blew the fish slightly, and then said with a sudden look: "I forgot, of course you have to work hard to practice and return to the top, so that you can become Mr. Yunda's right-hand man~"

“…… ...... right" Mo Zhiyu clenched the chopsticks in his hand slightly, looked at the fish on his plate, and said slowly, "I will probably work hard to cultivate, and I may return to the top, but these may not be because I want to be her right-hand man." ”

"Huh?" The fish that Yiyan was about to eat stopped at his mouth, and looked at Mo Zhiyu in confusion, "Why doesn't it feel like what you said?" ”

"That's what comes out of my mouth, why isn't it like what I said?" Mo Zhiyu looked at her with a faint expression.

"I thought you were going to swear by saying, 'I'm going to be back at the top so I can be the man standing by her side!' He also studied the previous tone of Mo Zhiyu, and spoke with his eyebrows fluttering.

Mo Zhiyu looked at Yiyan's expression, his eyes moved, and said, "Did I give you the impression that this is the case?" ”

"yes, that's it from the time I dug you out." Yiyan smiled and said, "When you don't speak, you will make people think that he is a mature and introverted man, just like those Great Yuan Force monks who have become famous. But as long as I get along with you a little bit, you will know that you are like a sharp blade, as soon as you get out of the sheath, you will be sharp. Especially on the road of pursuing Mr. Yunda, you have never been low-key! ”

Mo Zhiyu smiled faintly, and was teased by Yiyan like this, he knew that he was such a person, and it was really a good knife.

Yiyan felt that Mo Zhiyu's reaction was indeed calmly overdone, not at all like the man she knew. She guessed that although Mo Zhiyu seemed to be a very strong person, maybe the loss of Yuan Force this time would hit him very hard, and then she said: "You can rest assured, you will be fine lying in the desert for two hundred years, what happened on that island this time is an accident, with your talent, you will be able to recover soon!" ”

Mo Zhiyu ate the fish calmly, and only smiled faintly: "Thank you for your auspicious words, but it's a pity that I can't drink now, and I can't drink with you." ”

"Don't think about drinking this thing for a while," Yiyan immediately said seriously, "Recuperate your injuries in peace, you can only start practicing when your injuries are healed!" ”

Mo Zhiyu nodded slightly, and ate the fish to himself.

The two of them chatted while eating each sentence, that is, chatting about the things of this time. However, it seems to have been extremely calm recently, and even news of war in the eastern continent has rarely arrived. Yiyan thinks that because the three families of the Xianhua League, the Evil Sect, and the Hongtian Sect have been fighting for too long, they need to recuperate, and maybe there will be a period of peace in this world, which is a good thing. As for the Nanlu side, it is even calmer, and the big moves made by the new saintess when she came to power before have gradually recovered, as if the saintess has no interest in the battle situation in the eastern continent.

After dusk, the dinner between the two and the cat was over, and Yaoqing still didn't come back. Yiyan said that she came to clean up the dishes, and asked Mo Zhiyu, the wounded man, to go back to rest honestly and honestly, and not to get in the way here, just have Meow Ball to help. Mo Zhiyu could only shrug his shoulders helplessly and walked back to the bamboo house by himself.

It is the starry sky at night, and the bright moon hangs high. Just as the day is a nice day, so is the night. Since he woke up, it seemed that everything had become very good, except for himself.

When passing by Luo Yiying's house, Mo Zhiyu subconsciously looked towards the room, the candle had not been lit in the room, only the moonlight sprinkled on Luo Yiying's calm and serene face, he seemed to be asleep. Mo Zhiyu knew that he could only do his best to explore other people's secrets, and he quickly withdrew his gaze and finally walked back to his room.

He sat down at the bamboo square table in the room, and subconsciously snapped his fingers, but found that the candle flame did not ignite automatically, he was stunned, remembering that he didn't have Yuan Li now, where did he still have this ability? So he got up again, and rummaged through the room, until at last he found a fire fold in the corner of the cabinet, and then he threw it back to the table and lit the candle.

The firelight illuminated his face, and finally a bright corner of the room. He sat down at the table again and calmly poured himself a glass of water. But he didn't drink water, just quietly watched the ripples in the water cup gradually calm down, as if it was his heart at the moment.

He has to get used to it, get used to being an ordinary person, get used to not relying on Yuan Li, because he has no Yuan Force to rely on.

He knew, however, that his heart could not be as calm as this glass of water. From the moment he woke up, to facing Yaoqing, to facing the "Ink Delirium", to facing Yiyan, and even facing the moon wind Yin who was no longer there, he behaved very calmly.

But these are all illusions, illusions that he deliberately created, just like the sea before a storm, which can confuse others, but he wants to confuse himself more. But now, in the dead of night, when he was finally the only one left in the world, it was difficult for him to suppress the mania in his heart.

This is not the first time he has been betrayed, nor is it the first time he has fallen into such a situation, he knows very well what he needs to do now, which is to recuperate from his injuries, to re-cultivate, and to re-stand at the height that can stir up the world! But he just couldn't calm down, because this betrayal was a more bloody betrayal than before, pushing the darkness of the world back in front of him and making him understand once again what loneliness is.

It's like in the previous life, he was forced off a cliff by those people, and it was not the body that fell into the darkness, but the heart and soul.

He stretched out his hand to hold the water glass, but he found that his palms were already sweating, and his arms were even more abrupt because of the fists clenched too hard. He slowly clenched his fists again, breathing slowly.

It was this mania that he had to overcome now, a mania that was unwilling to succeed, a mania that was anxious to succeed. He wants to kill back to the Eastern Continent, he wants to make trouble for the Yun family, and then stand in front of that person on an equal footing again, so that she can no longer despise him! And then...... He didn't know then, did he kill her?

(End of chapter)