Mr. Miao knew much more than Mo Xuan imagined.

He knew that Mo Sanlang was still alive and had entered the Immortal Sect and became an Immortal Master.

But what if he becomes an immortal master? Mr. Miao thought of something and raised the corners of his mouth into a strange smile.

…

Mo Xuan didn't know that he was being remembered. After reading the news that he asked someone to find out, he secretly left the inn.

Dong Dong Dong…

There was a knock on the door. Mr. Chen, who was half leaning on the bed, thought it was his son coming back. He said angrily: "The door is not locked. You can just come in. Why are you knocking? Do you expect me to get up and give you a call?"

Do you drive it?"

With a creak, the door was pushed open, but the person who came in was not his son, but a stranger.

Mr. Chen was surprised: "Who are you?"

Of course the person who came in quietly snuck in with Mo Xuan.

Mo Xuan looked at the scrawny old man in front of her, and her heart suddenly clenched. A strange emotion came to her heart, and her eyes instantly turned red.

This is not that little Mo Xuan still has a residual soul to influence Mo Xuan, nor is it Mo Xuan himself who is sentimental, but a kind of induction from the blood source.

Seeing Mo Xuan's reaction, the old man was stunned.

After looking carefully, my eyes suddenly widened in disbelief, and my lips trembled. I wanted to ask something, but I was afraid of making a mistake, so I didn't dare to ask directly.

He opened his lips several times and finally said: "You are Saburo? You are Saburo!"

The first sentence is still a question, and the second sentence immediately after is an affirmative tone.

Mo Xuan knew why the old man could recognize him so quickly, because according to little Mo Xuan's memory, he actually looked more like his mother.

Mo Xuan walked gently to the old man: "Grandpa...it's me!"

"Hey! Good boy..." He wiped his tears with his skinny hand and asked, "Sanlang, why are you here? Is your uncle nice to you?"

Hearing this, Mo Xuan suddenly felt a sense of grievance in his heart.

The tears that had not fallen just flowed silently all over my face.

When the old man saw him like this, he became anxious!

"Don't cry, don't cry. What's going on? Have you been wronged in some way? Did that person named Miao treat you badly..."

Not only was it bad, little Mo Xuan was killed by them.

If it hadn't been for Mo Xuan's arrival, little Mo Xuan's soul would have been fed to the evil god and would have been completely destroyed and would never be reincarnated.

Although the Evil God was beaten to death by Mo Xuan and released little Mo Xuan's soul into reincarnation, little Mo Xuan's soul was already incomplete and he didn't know how many reincarnations it would take before he could recover and become a human being again.

This is someone who really cares about little Mo Xuan. It's better not to tell this poor old man.

Mo Xuan wiped the tears on her face, collected her emotions, and then replied: "I'm fine. I'm not the same person I used to be. I've grown up and become more capable. I'm no longer the kid who lets others bully me."

Already."

This was a pun. He was indeed not the little Moxuan he used to be, but the old man couldn't understand the connotation. He just thought it was because the child had grown up and had the ability to protect himself.

The old man touched his eyes and said happily: "Okay, okay... I wish you weren't bullied. Grandpa has always been worried about how you are doing and wants to see you. Unfortunately, he is powerless and cannot protect himself. Seeing you grow up

, I feel at ease even if I die..."
Chapter completed!