Mo Liang City passes through the long corridor, and the pavilions and pavilions in the garden reflect the leisurely atmosphere.

The lotuses blooming in the pond are delicate and delicate, and the breeze brings the fragrance of summer. A few wandering birds hover in the low sky, sometimes staying on his shoulders. The warm sun caresses the tips of his hair, and the grass stems beside the road

There is still fresh dew rolling, and everything is so poetic and picturesque, just like every peaceful morning.

However, Mo Liangcheng was walking in a hurry. In his eyes, there was a layer of thick shadow that seemed to be unable to penetrate even the fragrance of flowers and birds. He crossed the small bridge all the way, turned out of the flower garden, and walked into a magnificent room.

He stopped in front of the wing room and knocked gently on the door. He didn't step inside until a majestic "Come in-" came from the room.

"Father, I'm back." Mo Liangcheng said, taking off the luggage he had carried all the way from his shoulders and placing it gently at his feet.

Sitting on the main seat is a middle-aged man wearing a purple robe with kind eyes. He is the owner of Mo Mansion, Mo Chongshan, the father of Mo Liangcheng. At this time, he is holding a hot pot in his hand.

Tea, the rising heat made his face appear faintly.

Turning over the lid of the pot, he plucked the tea leaves floating on the water, brought it to his lips and took a sip, then replied with a smile: "Yes. You have worked diligently and performed well in the Fentian Sect these years. Mr. Xu Wuji also often

Write me a letter to praise you. I heard that this was the first time you participated in the competition of the seven sects, and you came back as the champion, beating all the disciples of your generation. Dad is also proud of you!"

"Thank you father for the compliment."

Mo Liangcheng responded lukewarmly and gave a slight salute. When he stood up, he picked up his luggage again and said calmly: "My child has been tired from traveling all the way. Now he is very tired and wants to go back to his room to rest. If my father doesn't have anything else to do,

If anything, please excuse me and leave first."

During this journey just now, Mo Liangcheng's brows never relaxed.

Although the Mo Mansion in front of him was still familiar to him, and every tree and plant remained as it was when he left, but he could not remember when he came back. The memories of his childhood were still vivid in his mind, but

When it comes to training in the Burning Heaven Sect, especially what happened after the competition between the seven major sects, his impression becomes very vague, as if there is a layer of water behind him, and he cannot touch the essence.

For example, it is like a person who has just woken up and recalls the fragments of his previous sleep. He can only see sporadic flashes of images, but cannot connect them into a clear straight line. This means that he

There was a gap in his memory, and what was even more frightening was that he had no clue as to the cause of all this.

Moreover, from the moment he stepped into the courtyard, this world has always given him a very strange feeling. Although he couldn't express it in words, he just felt that something was wrong.

If anything, it might be that it lacked a sense of "reality" and seemed to be wandering in a state that seemed like a dream but not a dream. Although he pinched himself secretly many times, the distinct tingling sensation still couldn't dispel the strangeness in his heart.

Despite Mo Liangcheng's usually careless appearance, he has actually been observing everything around him quite calmly. At the same time, he also has an instinct that is naturally sensitive to disasters, even though he can't find any obvious ones yet.

There are flaws, but it is better to keep some distance from people in this world, even if the other person has the same face as his father.

Mo Chongshan was not aware of his son's strange behavior at all. He laughed and nodded: "Yes, you must be tired after traveling such a long way. It's because dad didn't think carefully! It's okay, you should go back to your room now and take care of yourself.

Get some sleep and get up early at night. Dad will prepare a table of delicious food for you and Gucheng!"

This was a common saying between father and son, but when he heard it in Mo Liangcheng's ears, it was so shocking that he was stunned. The luggage he just picked up fell to the ground with a "pop" and hit his toes hard. In Mo Liangcheng,

Amidst Zhongshan's distressed complaints, Mo Liangcheng felt no pain at all and only asked anxiously: "Dad, what did you say? Brother, he... is coming back today? Is he willing to come back?!"

Mo Chongshan's expression was as if he had said something ordinary: "What are you talking about? Hasn't Gucheng always lived with us? It's just that he just recently made a trip to perform a task within the sect.

We traveled far away, and we agreed to come back today. What a coincidence, you two brothers happened to arrive on the same day.

By the way, Gucheng said before that he would bring you a gift when he came back. Even when dad asked him what it was, he insisted on keeping it a secret. This kid really wants to give you a surprise!"
Chapter completed!