Help!After being transformed into cannon fodder, he was doted on by the yandere villain.

When Mo Xiaosheng said goodbye to the Mo family, he rarely saw his biological father Mo Ruhui living in the study.

As for why? Most likely, Mother Mo threatened him and asked him to come out to see her son off.

However, his own father couldn't let go of the curls. His eyes were black and green, his hair was as messy as curly hair, with a few lice crawling on it, his clothes were disheveled, and he still had a strong "scent" from not taking a shower for seven days.

This "fragrance" is soaring to the sky, reaching people's nostrils.

Xie Xingchen and his party retreated.

The taste is really unacceptable.

Xiao Yihe couldn't sit still and drew his sword. He frowned and jumped off the carriageway, "I'll deal with him."

In the carriage, Mo Xiaosheng covered her face with her hands and couldn't see.

In ancient times, people knew someone by hearing their voice, but today there is no better way to know someone than by hearing their breath.

He would rather his father continue to live in the study instead of coming out to cause trouble in the world. "It's so embarrassing. This young master has lost all his face in this life, wuwu."

Xie Xingchen sat opposite him, chewing dried fruits, and asked: "Brother, who is that? Why is there such a flavorful person in your family?"

Mo Xiaosheng was really embarrassed and said mournfully: "This young master is my dear father."

"what?"

Xie Xingchen was shocked, his hand holding the dried fruit paused in the air, and he opened his mouth.

Xiao Yihe took out his sword and pointed it directly at Mo Ruhui's eyebrows. When he heard this, the hand holding the sword trembled.

"..."

He almost murdered his father-in-law.

Xiao Yihe quickly retracted his sword, smiled politely, and saluted the other party as an elder, "Hello, uncle."

Mo Ruhui brushed back his messy hair, looked at him with squinted eyes, and muttered uncertainly: "Who are you?"

Xiao Yihe said: "Senior Brother Mo's junior brother is also a Taoist companion."

He defaulted that Mo's mother had informed Mo Ruhui yesterday.

"Don't let Xiao Sheng be wronged." Mo Ruhui looked at him and said only this.

Then, he turned to look at the carriage stopped not far away. Guessing that his son was on the carriage, he walked towards the carriage.

In the carriage, Mo Xiaosheng and Mo Ruhui were communicating with their father and son, smelling the smell and getting closer and closer, "Oh no, my father is coming!"

"Thank you, junior brother. This taste is so strong, how can you still eat it?"

"If you like it, I will send it to you every year from now on."

He slapped the dried fruit off Xie Xingchen's hand, grabbed the two of them and jumped out of the carriage before Mo Ruhui arrived.

Xie Xingchen was caught and walked away in a daze, "Senior brother, since you are your biological father, why are you running away?"

Mo Xiaosheng wrinkled her nose, "The smell is too strong, I don't want to get close to it."

If his father caught him, he would be held down and talked about for half an hour, and there would be a lot of physical contact during that time.

When he thought of this, his hair stood up.

His father was disliked by his mother, and there was a good reason for that. He was sad for his misfortune, but angry for his inability to fight!

The two of them drove for a while before Mo Xiaosheng stopped.

He sat on a low stone, broke off a pine branch and played with it.

"Okay, just wait here for Xiao Yihe."

Xie Xingchen nodded and sat on another low stone, gnawing on dried fruits like a hamster.

Mo Xiaosheng:?

"Thank you, junior brother, where did you get the dried fruit? Wasn't it taken away by me, the young master?"

Xie Xingchen said: "It was smooth before."

Mo Xiaosheng: "Oh."

At this time, in his eyes, Xie Xingchen was a perfect example of a poor kid who went hungry for nine meals in three days. He probably had never eaten anything good, and even carried dried fruits in his pocket.

Xie Xingchen chewed the dried fruit, thought of something, and asked, "Senior brother, do you know the news about Yulun Sect?"

He has been down the mountain for half a month and has been with Qi Hanzhi. He has not yet inquired about the Yulun Sect, and the information is very limited.

But Mo Xiaosheng is different. Money can make people go around. Even if they are not in the Yulun Sect, they can still know the big and small things that happen in the Yulun Sect.

Mo Xiaosheng held up a branch and scratched it on the ground at random, "You want to ask something about Master Qi, right?"

"Ah."

"In the past half month, the Yulun Sect has been rectifying. Everyone has checked it out to make sure there is no dragon clan before they feel at ease."

"As for Venerable Qi, I heard that he was imprisoned in Buyesi. Elder Yu tried all kinds of torture, but Venerable Qi still did not reveal the whereabouts of the other dragons."

"That's all this young master knows. Thank you, junior brother. The Dragon Clan is not tolerated by cultivators. Master Qi has been ruined. I can only advise you to let it go."

Mo Xiaosheng glanced at Xie Xingchen with pity.

Xie Xingchen didn't say anything. There was a line of tears at the end of his eyes, which were red and looked very sad.

Mo Xiaosheng: "Thank you, junior brother, don't be too sad. I will definitely introduce you to a Taoist companion. I always keep my word."

Xie Xingchen suddenly coughed violently. He held on to the short stone and said while coughing, "Brother, I'm not sad. I just choked on the dried fruit."

Mo Xiaosheng looked at the small piece of dried fruit he coughed up on the ground, "..."

Well, it's true that he, the young master, is being too sentimental.