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

The Zhao family has a family dinner at least once a month. This has been a rule for decades. And everyone will be there on this day.

As usual, Zhao Tianxing sat majestically in the main seat. The younger generations in the family seemed a little uneasy, looking up at the old man from time to time.

"Master, the second young master is back."

The butler whispered softly in Zhao Tianxing's ear, and Zhao Tianxing immediately smiled.

The moment Zhao Wenting walked in.

The sunlight outside the window suddenly seemed not so bright, and everything around him seemed dim, as if all the light in the world was concentrated on him alone.

"Wenting, come, sit here." When the old man saw Zhao Wenting coming in, he immediately asked him to sit down next to him. The majestic aura he had just had disappeared, and at this moment, there was only a kind face that a grandfather should have.

Zhao Wenting nodded and sat down.

"I heard that your beloved disciple is participating in the promotion round of the spiritual cultivation competition? The little girl is pretty good! It's been less than a year, and she is already a leader." Zhao Tianxing turned and said to Zhao Wenting.

Zhao Wenting just chuckled and responded:

"This year's new supernatural police officers are all excellent."

Zhao Wenting secretly decided to keep the fact of Mo Mo's resignation a secret. He knew the character of the old man in front of him. If he knew that this disciple he had accepted as an exception had left so capriciously, the old man would not let her go just for the sake of the Zhao family's reputation.

"After all, they have all been carefully selected through layers of selection. I hope they can all achieve good results in the future under the training of the Supernatural Bureau."

"Let's eat."

The grandfather and grandson chatted for a while as if no one was around, and then the old man waved his hand and told them to start eating.

Several days have passed since Mo Mo proposed to leave the Superpower Bureau.

However, Zhao Wenting still seemed to have not come out of this silent grief.

In the large study with floor-to-ceiling windows in the Zhao family’s old house.

Zhao Wenting stood far away in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, holding a crystal glass full of wine in his hand. His figure seemed a little lonely, and the transparent brandy in the glass exuded a faint aroma.

Pei Ming stood at the door of the study.

He has been with the young master since he was old enough to understand, whether he was studying at the Zhao family or at the best academy. He was adopted by the Zhao family, and he consciously followed the young master for at least 25 years. In his impression, the young master was cold, rational, and serious. He also knew how the young master became the next generation of the Zhao family. He took over the Zhao family's industries and the affairs of the Supernatural Bureau one by one, and he handled them patiently without being impatient.

Until the girl named Mo Mo appeared.

Many times he felt that the young master was much stranger, and even some things made the bureau feel that public and private affairs were not distinguished. He must have known this, but he still did everything for that girl. However, with her by his side, the young master seemed to have more life, and he felt that the young master was happy.

What did she say to the young master that day? Why did she suddenly resign? And why was the young master unwilling to remove her file from the bureau?

That day, Pei Ming saw Mo Mo's "Resignation Letter" on his desk. It was sandwiched in the young master's work notes, as if it was deliberately hidden, but the young master could often be seen staring at the letter in a daze.

Several days have passed, and the young master is still in this trance and lost state...

[Could this be the so-called lovesickness? But why did she leave? ]

Pei Ming stood there motionless, but his mind was full of thoughts.

**

In Mo Mo's dream.

This is a night full of girl's thoughts, and these thoughts quietly fall and break along with this night.

Mo Mo came with some fine wine and drank it alone at the stone table.

"Are you planning to leave the Superpower Bureau?"

Old Sun came and sat down in the seat opposite her.

Mo Mo took a deep breath, tilted her head back and poured the liquor in the glass down her throat. The pain of the liquor burning her throat made her ignore the pain in her heart.

"If you do this, it's possible that he will turn evil early. If he does, we will be completely defeated."

Mo Mo was stunned for a moment, and said, "I don't think so. Now is the best time to choose to leave. Otherwise...what if I get stuck deeper and deeper?" Her eyes, as beautiful as black jade, were very bright, and she looked at the wine glass in her hand with a dazed look. She thought she had done nothing wrong.

"Are you afraid that he will get trapped in it? Or are you afraid that you will get trapped in it?" Old Sun looked at Mo Mo with a smile and asked.

"I...does it make any difference? You know very well that this damn 'fate' is a two-way street." Mo Mo reacted and looked at him coldly.

"What are your plans next?" Old Sun did not continue her conversation, but asked another question.

"Bounty Hunter Guild." Mo Mo slammed the wine glass on the stone table, and then his eyes dimmed. "It is obviously unrealistic to travel through the space-time rift with Brother Amu and Liang Chuxin. I can handle these things myself. I need to form a new team."

Mo Mo had already planned what she would do next, but she was not sure whether the process of forming a team would take a long time.

"If this is what you intend, then you will lose not only love, but also friendship and family. Do you think your 'Miracle' team members can accept this result?" Old Sun still felt that Mo Mo's decision at this moment seemed too young and inexperienced. He shook his head helplessly and smiled.

"And even if you finally get the forgiveness of the ancient tribes and they lift the curse on Zhao Wenting, what if he doesn't appreciate your kindness? What will you do then?"

There seemed to be a layer of beautiful night fog in the depths of Mo Mo's eyes, moist and crystal clear.

"It doesn't matter. Even if he doesn't remember me in the end, it doesn't matter. I do all this for him. It's my own decision. It has nothing to do with other people, and it has nothing to do with him. Just think of it as... paying off the debts I owed in previous lives." Mo Mo said, and sighed lightly.

Even though I have comforted and convinced myself thousands of times in my heart, I still feel so regretful.

My heart felt empty.

When she resigned, the words he said to her were the motivation for her to work hard regardless of everything; but they were also like poison, making her feel heartbroken...

"Since you have made up your mind, let's do it. You don't look back and forth, which is one of your strengths. Fate... hasn't changed in eight hundred years, and it won't suddenly disappear now, so just do it. No matter where you are, you and I are in the same boat. No matter where you go, I'll be there." After saying this, Old Sun stood up, tidied the black cloak behind him with a "rustle", and disappeared into the night sky.

Mo Mo sat there stiffly.

"I'm sorry, I have no choice but to do this. After all... I have a heart of flesh and blood." The rich aroma of wine emanated from her mouth.

If she didn't choose to leave now, what would happen between them? Fall in love? Be together? And then watch him suffer for her and die in front of her like the "life script" she saw in her dream?

He would be sad if he chose to do so. She understood, how could she not understand? But she had no choice.

Mo Mo did not leave for a long time, sitting alone in front of the stone table drinking.

I drank the fine wine along with the cold pain in my heart.