The little cousin of the group is actually a genius in cultivating immortals

The Spring Festival, also known as the Lunar New Year, is the most important traditional festival in China.

The streets and alleys of the city began to change into festive costumes. So Mo Mo and Yan Mu also agreed to buy New Year's goods, all kinds of candies, dry goods, new clothes and flowers, as well as fireworks and firecrackers, lanterns, stickers for decoration, etc.

On New Year’s Eve, every house is brightly lit and filled with smiles.

The Yan family sat around a sumptuous New Year's Eve dinner. The table was filled with auspicious dishes. The three siblings and parents explained to Mo Mo the origin of the Spring Festival and interesting things such as staying up all night and watching the Spring Festival Gala.

At midnight, as the New Year’s bells rang, the whole city turned into a sea of ​​fireworks.

"Master, did you see the beautiful fireworks?"

Zhao Wenting had just finished his work when he suddenly received a call from Mo Mo.

He walked to the terrace of the villa and looked up.

"I saw it."

"Master, are you at the old house? Is your house lively today? Let me tell you, my house is very lively. I also learned how to make dumplings, and..."

Mo Mo said a lot of things at once, not giving anyone a chance to answer. Zhao Wenting's face was constantly changing colors under the reflection of the fireworks in the sky, and his expression could not be seen clearly.

【It turns out that today is New Year’s Eve again. 】

"So, Master, have you prepared a New Year's red envelope for me?"

Shrouded in the moonlight, Zhao Wenting looked cold and distant, as if he was a person without emotions.

"Yes." He hesitated for a moment, then answered Mo Mo on the other end of the phone.

"Really? I thought there wouldn't be any. After all, you are only a few years older than me. I asked you without any hope." Mo Mo heard an answer that surprised him.

Momo's smile on the other end of the phone was pure and innocent, and her bright eyes seemed to be untainted by the dust of the world.

She received a message on her phone and opened it immediately.

[Bank card received transfer.00 yuan]

"Received yet?"

"...So many? Master... Actually, you only need to show a little bit of your appreciation..."

Mo Mo stared at the text message on her mobile phone in a daze.

"The first six digits are the gate password of your building in Yuling Villa." Zhao Wenting's calm voice came from the phone.

Mo Mo took a deep breath. She felt like she had gotten out of trouble.

[How could this happen? It feels so strange, and she was just trying to get a good start in the beginning.]

"Master, have you made your New Year's wish?"

His pupils stared at the fireworks in the sky with empty eyes.

Suddenly, Yan Jing called Mo Mo over, so Mo Mo said a few simple words and hung up the phone.

Even after the call ended, he still stood there, his lips pursed, as if he was thinking about something.

"Who are you calling?" He looked at Mo Mo who was walking towards him with suspicious eyes.

"My master." Mo Mo said with a smile.

Seeing her like this, with eyes sparkling, Yan Jing raised her eyebrows and asked again: "Do you like him?"

……

"Ah?... No, I didn't. Why are you asking this, Sister Ajing?" Mo Mo's face showed a trace of embarrassment, and then he regained his composure.

Yan Jing smiled knowingly and said, "Because... you can't hide the love you have for someone."

"Really? How do you mean?" Mo Mo asked nonchalantly.

Suddenly, the cell phone in her hand rang.

She looked down.

He looked up at Yan Jing and said, "It was Liang Chuxin who called."

**

Even in the middle of the night, there were still sporadic fireworks going off in the distant city areas.

It's raining heavily.

The crackling raindrops hit her and Liang Chuxin who was standing opposite her.

"So what even if what you said is true? That's our past, not his. It has nothing to do with him, right? Please don't hurt him!"

Mo Mo didn't know why he said such words to Liang Chuxin, and his chest felt like it was being torn apart by pain.

Liang Chuxin, who was standing opposite, no longer had her usual friendliness. Her eyes were indifferent and a little dim.

"He must die!"

The cold rain soaked the two of them.

……

No matter how she struggled, she could not ease the grief in her heart. She saw herself kneeling in front of an ancestral hall in a daze, her heart aching so much that every breath felt like death.

"You still have the nerve to come here?"

Suddenly, Zhao Wenbin appeared in the ancestral hall, his face was heavy with sorrow and grief.

"sorry Sorry sorry…"

Mo Mo seemed to have lost his soul and just kept saying sorry over and over again.

When Zhao Wenbin ordered his servants to drive her out, the moment she stood up, she saw that the two people lying in the two coffins were Zhao Wenting and Zhao Tianxing!

……

This dream is long and painful.

After waking up, Mo Mo was still trembling and sat there blankly.

Could it be that this dream is about Zhao Wenting’s future life story?

Mo Mo's heart shrank into a ball and ached violently.

[Why? Why is it like this? Or... is it just a nightmare? ]

The next day was New Year's Day. In order to find out the truth, she even took sleeping pills to hypnotize herself, hoping to verify the answer from Lao Sun.

At around four o'clock in the afternoon, after Mo Mo took the sleeping pills for the second time, Old Sun, wearing a black cloak and a black mask, finally appeared in her dream.

Still in that small courtyard, the leaves were shaking violently.

"So, the dream I had was just a nightmare, right?"

Seeing that Old Sun remained silent, Mo Mo repeated his question again, clenching his fingers.

"This is his fate. No matter in the last life or in the many lives before, he would choose to sacrifice himself for you... This is exactly why I chose you to come here. I am looking for you who can redeem him but will not fall in love with him. The person who tied the bell must untie it. I always fantasize that the sense of fate between you will always be exhausted and faded one day, and then I will win."

“Hehehe… This wait will last for eight hundred years.”

His eyes were dim and his gentle laughter revealed helplessness and desolation.

"What?!..." Mo Mo's emotions began to get out of control, "Who are you?!"

"It doesn't matter who I am. Fortunately... after hundreds of years of accumulation and sedimentation, in this life, you not only still have a strong sense of destiny, but also have accumulated some resources for your current life."

Mo Mo didn't understand what Lao Sun was talking about. Her mind was in a mess and she was at a loss. She said in a trembling voice, "Then...then do you have any solution? Help me. As long as he doesn't die, I can do anything."

"You can't fall in love," Lao Sun's voice came into her ears through the wind, "This will make things much simpler."

Mo Mo suddenly opened her eyes wide, and she sat there stiffly, letting the strong wind mess up her hair.

"What you have to do is: make him fall in love with you without turning evil; and then you cannot fall in love with him. In this way, not only can his life be saved, but also the Yan family and even the whole world can be saved." Old Sun looked at Mo Mo with cold eyes.

Then he laughed mockingly and said, "How is it? It's hard, isn't it? Living like this is harder than dying directly!"

"It's up to you to choose. If you can't do what I just said, then... everything you saw in your dream will become reality in the future. And I... will continue to wait, waiting for your next reincarnation."