Morning Star

Mo Xinglan, who was standing by, naturally had no idea what she was thinking. He was just confused: "Miss Chu, I am already very kind of you to bring you here. You said no, what else do you want?"

Chujiu was panicking. She had to find a way to make Mo Xinglan stay with her longer.

And most importantly...

"I, I can't find the way. I've never ridden this... this... bird before. I don't know how to control this white-winged beast... Please take me back. Please!" She was so sad that she couldn't even cry.

What kind of world is this?

He frowned slightly: "Don't you have the original owner's memories?"

"Yes, but not many. I've already said there are only a few. Also, the original owner doesn't know how to control the white-winged beast. Let alone me. And you know, I'm a directionally challenged person." She was not panicked because the system didn't remind her, but she was really panicked.

It's killing me! Oh my god!

Mo Xinglan: “…”

Seeing her almost crying, it seemed that she was really scared. And he had seen her poor sense of direction in the past few days.

After thinking for a while, he said: "...Let's go."

Seeing that he agreed, Chujiu finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Although she didn't know why he suddenly became kind, at least she didn't have to control such a huge white-winged beast by herself.

It looks so dangerous, as if she is not enough for it to fill her teeth.

After a while.

"Ah!——Mo Mo Mo Mo, Mo Xing Lan——Help——"

The girl's shrill voice filled with fear resounded through the sky.

A white-winged beast flew in the air.

"Let go!" Mo Xinglan pushed the girl who was hugging him tightly away with one hand, his face full of anger.

Chujiu was so scared that she closed her eyes tightly. The more he pushed her, the tighter she subconsciously hugged him: "No, no, no, no... Please, don't push me, don't push me, I'm scared! It's too scary! Mom!"

Her tears soaked his clothes.

Mo Xinglan: “…”

A muscle on his forehead was throbbing, and his eyes were frighteningly cold. But he loosened his hand that was pushing her.

He lowered his eyes and looked at the person in his arms and said coldly: "Let go, or die, choose one."

"!"

After hearing his words, she was startled and slowly let go of him with trembling hands.

Well, if I let him go, there might still be hope of survival.

Woohoo...

After being frightened by him, she calmed down a lot, but she didn't dare to look around, and she didn't know where to put her eyes.

So she simply looked up at him.

She had just cried, and her eyes were red and misty.

"I'm sorry, I, I didn't mean to do that. I was just too scared... I'm sorry." She felt the need to apologize, otherwise she was really afraid that he would throw her down if he was unhappy.

If she fell from such a height, she would definitely be smashed to pieces.

The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on the girl's fair and delicate face, soft and moving. Her watery eyes seemed to be shining brightly under the setting sun.

Mo Xinglan was stunned for a moment, then turned his head and looked away, ignoring her words.

When he tilted his head, his long hair that was tied together changed direction in the wind, floating in the air, looking elegant and refined.

Chujiu was a little stunned and said blankly: "Mo Xinglan, your hair is so long. Why do you grow it so long?"

As soon as she asked the question, she received a cold look, and she realized that she had asked a question that she shouldn't have asked.

What does it have to do with her if someone else has long hair?

"..."

Mo Xinglan fell silent after glancing at her.

Why stay so long?

Once, a man was combing his hair with a comb. He said to him earnestly, "Lan'er's hair is as smooth as mother's, and as dark as father's."

"Lan'er, promise mother that you won't cut your hair, okay?"

All I remember is that he never cut his hair after that and just let it grow.

"The relationship between the missioner and Mo Xinglan has progressed and he has gained memories."

"What? Progress? When did it progress? So what does progress mean? What about favorability? Isn't there a favorability value or something?"

A vague and cold voice suddenly sounded in his mind, startling Chujiu.

What kind of system is this? Don't most systems have a favorability value for the target?

But after the shock she had experienced before, she had almost forgotten about it. Was this a blessing in disguise?

After being silent for a moment, Piaomiao spoke again in a cold voice: "At present, Mo Xinglan's favorability towards the tasker is 10."

"I told you there was a value. Did you forget it before? Does your system also forget things? Your system is too unprofessional. Which one..." Chujiu started blabbering in his mind.

Piaomiao ignored her words and spoke in an emotionless voice: "...memory input begins."

"Wait a minute..."

After hearing this, Chujiu wanted to interrupt Piaomiao's operation, but before he could finish his words, a string of memories that did not belong to him began to flood into his mind.

The memory came too suddenly for her to process for a moment, and she felt dizzy.

He covered his head with one hand, looked at Mo Xinglan with empty eyes, and his body leaned forward uncontrollably.

"?!"

Mo Xinglan noticed her strange expression and subconsciously reached out to support her.

After a few breaths, Chujiu shook his head, looked at him dazedly, and blinked twice.

He turned his head to look at the two hands supporting his shoulders, recalled what he had said before, and quickly sat up straight.

He smiled awkwardly: "Thank you, thank you."

But I was laughing wildly inside.

Hahahahahahaha, hard work really pays off, and she finally completed the mission at the last minute.

Mo Xinglan put down the hand that was supporting her, and said with a smile in his eyes, "Miss Chu looks scared on the surface, but in fact, she doesn't seem to be afraid of death."

The ninth day: “!”

Here it comes again! When did she offend him again? Why is this person so difficult to get along with? There is still a long way to go in the future. What should she do?

……

After a long time, the white-winged beast slowed down and slowly landed on the ground.

Chujiu looked ahead in confusion: "Are we there yet?"

She asked subconsciously. When she looked up, it was the same as the original owner's memory.

Mo Xinglan got off the white-winged beast first, and stood beside it, looking indifferently at Chujiu who was still on the back of the white-winged beast and didn't know how to get off.

Chujiu lowered his head and looked around, and finally had no choice but to set his gaze on Mo Xinglan.

Seeing that he looked like he was watching a show, she immediately swallowed the words she wanted to ask him to help her take care of her.

She just didn't believe it. She couldn't get down on her own.

It's quite high though, wow...

She thought for a moment and looked at the big head of the white-winged beast. She moved her butt to its neck, hugged its neck with both hands, and put her head on its neck.

The two almond-shaped eyes stared at the big brown eyes of the white-winged beast, and gently stroked its neck with both hands, negotiating: "This mighty and beautiful white-winged beast brother or sister, could you please squat for a moment and let me go down?"

After saying that she blinked twice and looked at it expectantly.

This is when she should act cute.

I just don't know if it can understand.

Mo Xinglan, who was standing below, raised his eyebrows slightly after listening.

What a stupid idea?

Then his scarlet lips lifted up wickedly, and his pair of dark eyes stared into the eyes of the white-winged beast.

The next moment, a miracle happened. The white-winged beast did not squat down, but twisted its long neck, opened its sharp beak and grabbed Chujiu's collar.

"Hey! No! I, I... Hey!"

Amidst Chujiu's exclamations and dancing, he was put to the ground by the white-winged beast.

Chujiu: “???”

She came down?

Mo Xinglan gloated at this time and said: "It seems that Miss Chu still has some skills."

"..."

She asked the white-winged beast to squat for a while, but she didn't let it take her down. Is this considered a skill?

But she still thanked the white-winged beast foolishly.

White Winged Beast: “…”

Mo Xinglan lowered his eyes and looked at the scene with amusement.

So stupid and stupid.

At this time, Chujiu tidied his clothes, put his hand to his lips and softly pursed his lips, then glanced at Mo Xinglan with some pride.

Mo Xinglan: “…”

Then Chujiu raised his eyes and looked forward.

She walked a few steps forward and just raised her hand to say hello, but one of the gatekeepers at the door just glanced at her and immediately turned around and ran into the yard: "Master, Master, the Third Miss is back!"

He looked as if he had already received the message to report immediately after seeing Chujiu return.

"..."

He ran quite fast. The other gatekeeper stood there expressionless like a stake.

Seeing this situation, she didn't dare to go in casually. She turned around and looked at Mo Xinglan hesitantly.

It seems to be asking: Should I go in?

Mo Xinglan lowered his eyes and stared at her with a calm expression.

It seems to be saying: Are you asking me what I do?

The four looked at each other in silence.

……

"You still have the nerve to come back!" An angry male voice came.

The person who came was a handsome man who looked to be in his twenties.

He had a cold face, but this actually added a lot of charm to him.

That’s right, this person is Yuan Chujiu’s father, Chu Congnan, the head of the Chu family.

In fact, it is about two hundred years old, haha.

This world is so mysterious. What you see with your eyes may not be true.

Following behind him was a woman who looked to be around twenty years old.

She had a gentle smile on her face, like the warm sunshine in spring, but also like a plum blossom in winter. Her beauty was accompanied by a majesty that could not be ignored.

This person is Yuan Chujiu’s mother, also the wife of the head of the Chu family, Xiang Tingqin.

In fact, it is already about two hundred years old, haha.

So don't be deceived by what you see.

But it's really strange why these two started having children when they were about two hundred years old.

I don’t understand. I really don’t understand these people who love to practice cultivation.

Chujiu complained in his mind.

Seeing the two people coming out, he immediately walked forward with the joy of a wanderer returning home.

Mo Xinglan followed her silently.

He had been planning to leave, but when he saw the gatekeeper's reaction when he ran through the door, he decided to stay.

It wasn't because he wanted to watch the show, but because she would need him to defend her later. Just consider it as a free favor for her.

Chujiu walked up to Chu Congnan, pulled his sleeve and shouted a little aggrievedly: "Daddy..."

"Don't call me dad, I don't have a daughter like you!" Chu Congnan shook off her hand.