Morning Star

Chu Congnan, who was standing beside her, patted her shoulder gently: "With Furong and Yashan here, Xiaojiu will be fine. Let's give her some more life-saving spiritual weapons."

Xiang Tingqin nodded and said nothing more, but her face was still full of worry. Chu Congnan knew that she was worried, and so was he, but the child would eventually grow up, and they could not accompany the child forever.

As the two elders were talking, Luluo walked in with a wooden box.

She was stunned for a moment when she saw the two of them, but she still couldn't change her respectful habit: "Father...Father, Mother."

Hearing Luoluo's voice, Xiang Tingqin silently wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, put on a loving smile and reached out to pull Luoluo to her side. She looked at the wooden box in her hand and asked softly: "Luoluo, what are you doing with a box?"

Since Luoluo was adopted by the two elders as their adopted daughter, they called her Luoluo. Luoluo was a little embarrassed at first, but she got used to it after a while.

"I made some candied dates and packed some for my sister to take to Piaomiao Domain to eat." Luoluo opened the box.

She remembered something and said, "I have also prepared some for Daddy, Mommy, Brother, Second Sister, and Brother Yashan. I'll bring them to you later."

When she said this her cheeks turned slightly red, and she felt a little shy.

Xiang Tingqin couldn't help but gently pinch her face: "Oh, why is our little one so well-behaved?"

Chu Congnan couldn't help but rub Luluo's head: "You are the youngest among the children in the family, but you act more like an adult."

Green ivy's face turned even redder after being praised, and she lowered her head and pursed her lips in surprise.

The three of them spoke in low voices, and Chujiu, who was sleeping soundly on the bed, was not affected at all.

The sun sets and night falls.

The night before departure, Mo Xinglan was called to the Mo family pharmacy.

He knew that they would not let him go to Piaomiao Realm so easily.

Mo Hengsong sat on the main seat in the pharmacy, with Su Rong next to him.

Mo Hengsong stared at Mo Xinglan, who was standing a few meters opposite him, with a frosty face: "After lying dormant for many years, you finally can't help but show your tail?"

Mo Xinglan lowered his eyes expressionlessly, and said in a light voice: "I don't know what the master of the family is talking about."

Mo Hengsong snorted coldly and didn't take his words seriously. There was sarcasm in his words: "Do you think you can leave the Mo family just because you got second place?"

Mo Xinglan seemed to not understand what he meant. He looked up at the cold and sarcastic gaze, his expression unchanged: "I got the second place based on my own strength."

During the family trials of the major families, each family had elders from other families watching the battles, in order to ensure fairness. In the end, they would pay special attention to the top three. And at the gate of Piaomiao Domain, they would count the number of people to prevent impersonation.

What Mo Xinglan meant was that everyone saw him take second place, and if he didn't show up tomorrow, someone would come to Mo Hengsong to ask for an explanation.

Even though the Mohist School was powerful, they still had the Chu Family to support them. The two families had always had a good relationship, but they would never show favoritism in such matters.

"Haha, strength."

Mo Hengsong had a smile on his lips, but that smile did not reach his eyes, and instead made people tremble.

Suddenly, his dark eyes were filled with coldness, and he raised his hand and waved it as if unintentionally.

At the same time, a strong wind instantly hit Mo Xinglan.

Mo Xinglan didn't dodge or evade, and his expression didn't change either, allowing the strong wind to hit him.

He flew backwards and hit the wall. Just as he spat out a mouthful of blood, before his body fell to the ground, a thread of spiritual energy wrapped around his neck. His body flew uncontrollably along the force on his neck towards Mo Hengsong.

Mo Hengsong pinched his neck and looked at him like a dead object: "Little monster, is this the strength you mentioned?"

"..."

He let his hands hang by his sides without any intention of resisting. He just instinctively opened his lips slightly in an effort to get air.

Su Rong, who had been silent, finally looked at Mo Hengsong and said, "Ah Heng."

But he only shouted two words and said nothing more.

Mo Hengsong understood what she meant, and threw Mo Xinglan to the ground like trash, looking down at Mo Xinglan who was propped up on the ground and coughing: "If you want to leave the Mo family and go to Piaomiao Domain, it's not impossible. After you have done what you should do, you can go wherever you want."

The premise is that you are still alive.

"..."

Mo Xinglan coughed for a while and then recovered. He raised his hand to wipe the blood from his lips, then slowly stood up but kept his eyes down.

Even if Mo Hengsong didn't say it explicitly, he had already guessed what Mo Hengsong wanted him to do.

Su Rong stood up on the other side. She walked to a secret compartment and took out a glass bottle. She turned around and went to a table, put the glass bottle on the table, opened the bottle, and then put a special little dagger aside.

After doing all this, she stood aside and looked at Mo Xinglan expressionlessly.

Mo Hengsong curled the corners of his lips and slowly said three words: "Blood from the heart."

"..."

Mo Xinglan looked indifferently at the glass bottle on the table.

it is as expected.

He stood there without making any further move.

Mo Hengsong sneered: "Or you can choose to give up the second place."

"..."

Mo Xinglan clenched his fists under his sleeves.

Give up? How could he give up? This was the cheapest way for him to get rid of the Mohist control, so how could he give up?

Without hesitation, he walked forward, picked up the small dagger on the table, and took off the scabbard.

This dagger is different from ordinary daggers. It is smaller than ordinary daggers, but there is a depression leading to the handle in the middle of the dagger, and there is a hole at the end of the handle.

It seemed they had been prepared for him for a long time.

This dagger is specially used to take the blood from his heart, and so is this glass bottle.

Mo Xinglan took the dagger and stabbed it into his heart without any care. The next moment, his face turned even paler, and a trace of cold sweat appeared on his white forehead.

The bright red blood with a hint of golden light flowed along the depression of the dagger through the hole in the handle, forming a golden-red blood line, and finally fell into the glass bottle.

Heart blood is the essence of a cultivator, and it is more red than the blood in other parts of the body. When it falls, it is accompanied by a trace of spiritual power. However, Mo Xinglan's physique is different from that of ordinary people, and his heart blood is more red than that of ordinary people, and it is accompanied by a trace of golden light. It can be seen that it has a greater effect than the blood in other parts of his body.

However, only Mo Xinglan himself could take out his heart blood. No one could pierce his heart to take out his heart blood unless he was willing. This was one of the reasons why Mo Hengsong had never taken Mo Xinglan's heart blood.

An ordinary person would need to rest for several days to recover after losing a thumb-sized drop of heart blood. Although he had a different physique from ordinary people, he would lose half his life if he did not die after losing an entire glass bottle of heart blood, and he had just been injured.

There was more and more blood in the glass bottle, and there were traces of golden blood flowing in it. It seemed to be glowing at the first glance, and it was very beautiful.

Mo Xinglan looked at the increasing amount of blood in the glass bottle, and the girl's pretty and fair face appeared in his mind.

I promised her to go to Piaomiao Domain with her.

She said she would definitely make it into the top three, and now that she has done it, he can't go back on his word.

There are also things he wants in Piaomiao Realm.

Only by leaving the Mohist School could he continue with what he was doing next.

As the blood level in the glass bottle rose, Mo Xinglan's face became paler and paler, and the sweet fragrance in the air became stronger and stronger.

Feeling dizzy, Mo Xinglan supported himself on the table with his left hand and did not pull out the dagger until the glass bottle was completely full.

"Clang!" The dagger fell to the ground.

Then Mo Xinglan could no longer hold on and fell to the ground, fainting.

Su Rong covered the bottle cap and put the things away. Then she came back and helped Mo Xinglan, who was lying unconscious on the ground, to a stool and let him lie on the table.

Then he asked someone to come in and take Mo Xinglan to the side courtyard.

However, who among the Mohists would truly treat him as a young master? No one in the past, and no one now.

And few of them dared to enter the side yard, so they just left him at the gate of the yard and left.

After the figure disappeared, a man in white came to Mo Xinglan, bent down, picked him up, and walked into the side courtyard.

He came to the door of his room, kicked it open, walked in, put him on the bed, and took out a pill and stuffed it into his mouth.

He raised his hand and paused on his pale forehead, hesitated for a moment, and then used his spiritual energy to heal him.

A pair of eyes that were calm because they were used to seeing all kinds of things in the world, a ripple appeared when they saw the bloody hole on the boy's chest. It seemed that she was a little reluctant, but in the end she just sighed and her eyes became cold again.