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

The guards outside the prison had no idea what was going on inside.

The boy changed into a guard's clothes and walked very close to Zhao Wenting. Mo Mo followed behind him, looking back every few steps.

On the way, they met a few guards who had just got off work. When they saw that it was Zhao Wenting himself, they were all scared and nodded and bowed to greet him.

Zhao Wenting cooperated and simply said hello, without doing anything strange, which allowed the two of them to leave smoothly.

Finally arrived at the outermost edge of the prison.

"I know you let us escape on purpose. Although I know you are a good person and I don't know why you are helping us, but... I still have important things to do. Sorry for the offense."

Mo Mo chopped down with his palm, and Zhao Wenting's body slowly slid down the wall.

A pair of arms supported him, preventing him from falling heavily. The hands were slender but strong. In a trance, he smelled her fragrance, the same fragrance as the first time he met her.

They had only known each other for a few days, but Zhao Wenting felt that she had appeared in so many frames in his eyes. He suddenly felt like he had a very long dream, in which there were many infinite beautiful things about her. In this way, he willingly fell into the endless darkness.

The sky and the earth were all covered in endless white.

Mo Mo stretched out his hands and exhaled into his palms, then rubbed his hands together to generate heat and covered his face which was numb from the cold.

"Tell me, are you Xiao Huihui?" Looking at the boy's familiar face and eyes, Mo Mo asked directly.

"Little Gray?" It seemed like the boy heard this name for the first time. After thinking for two seconds, he suddenly laughed heartily, "What is this? A name?"

"..."Mo Mo was impressed by the child's genuine and simple reaction. It seemed that it was not what she thought.

"Forget it, let's leave this place first and find a car." Mo Mo felt that it would be better to leave here first, so he walked on the snow with big strides, leaving a string of crooked footprints.

"Don't you have supernatural powers? I heard that you all travel by flying, so why are you still struggling to walk on the snow?" Xiao Huihui said with sparkling eyes.

Mo Mo looked at him speechlessly. Although she felt that what he said made sense, she didn't want to admit that it was because of her slow thinking and she didn't think of it for a moment. So she replied coldly: "There's nothing wrong with exercising." Although at this moment she felt that her toes were about to be frozen.

Unexpectedly, Mo Mo took the boy out to hide in a small county town for two or three days, but she still didn't find out that the two were wanted. This made her feel puzzled.

The boy ate a white flour bun and smiled faintly, "What's there to think about? You haven't even seen the man called Zhao Wenting. The way he looked at you was almost tearing my hair."

"I'm just afraid that you'll get caught and suffer."

"..."

After listening to the boy's analysis, Mo Mo felt speechless for the first time, but was unable to refute it.

"Besides, I found out this morning that the 'devil' Zang Xi also took advantage of the chaos to escape. It happened on the same day we escaped." Seeing that Mo Mo was interested in this matter and was listening attentively, the boy continued, "I guess the Supernatural Bureau is busy catching him now and has no time to care about the two of us."

"Maybe..."

Hearing Zang Xi, Mo Mo's dark eyelashes trembled slightly.

She recalled what he had said to her in the prison that day...

"Hey! I want to ask you, is the world you live in now...good?"

Hearing Mo Mo's question, the boy continued to chew the steamed bun in his mouth. Even though it was just a white flour bun, it tasted like delicacies from the mountains and the sea in his mouth. He tilted his head slightly, as if thinking seriously, "It's just like that. There are poor people and rich people, good people and bad people... It's hard to say how good they are, and it's hard to say how bad they are."

"Then tell me too, how is your world?" The boy looked at the vast expanse of white in the distance. The two of them sat on the high wall. He held a steaming bun in his hand, and his eyes seemed to be looking at a very far place.

"It's good, but also a little bad." Mo Mo's gaze was also looking at the white expanse of snow far away. Her eyes were as black as ink and as silent as the bottom of a lake in the cold winter.

The good thing is that there are many family members and friends there who she cares about; the bad thing is that in that world, she always needs to restrain and suppress what she wants to do and what she cannot do.

"So... the me in your world is the 'Little Gray' you mentioned. What kind of person is he?" The boy's gaze was still distant and unfocused. His voice was as ethereal as the cold wind by his ears, pouring into Mo Mo's ears.

"He is an obedient, sensible and opinionated person. I have watched him grow up. I hope he can live a free life when he grows up. But this child wants to be excellent. Although... it doesn't conflict with my ideas..." Mo Mo smiled warmly and turned to look at the person next to him. "He has an outstanding and handsome face like you, and he has a sweet dimple when he smiles."

"Really? Then he is really lucky and happy." The boy whispered.

Such a familiar look...

Mo Mo thought slowly and looked at him with tears in his eyes, as if the person here at this moment was the little Huihui whom she watched grow up.

Then I thought about it.

Reason gradually returned to her mind, and she continued to stare at the boy in front of her with a fixed gaze.

"If my world is really just a fictional perfect world, then...what is my identity and role in this world?"

She just looked at him quietly, getting closer and closer.

They were so close that they were only a fist apart, and the boy could even feel the hot breath from her breath.

The two of them were sitting on a high wall at this moment, looking at each other at a very close distance, which made him feel the atmosphere was extremely ambiguous.

"How should I know this?" The boy blinked uncomfortably and reached out to push Mo Mo in front of him. He really couldn't stand her continuing to get close to him like this!

"boom--!"

Mo Mo was pushed away by her and fell onto the haystack on the other side of the wall. She didn't feel any pain at all, but still pretended to be in pain and screamed, "It hurts!"

"You came too close to me, so I pushed you." The boy glanced at her, a pink blush creeping up on the tips of his ears. He pretended to be aloof and looked up at the snow-capped mountains in the distance, ignoring her.

"I noticed there were steamed bread crumbs on the corner of your mouth, so I thought I'd take a closer look to confirm." Mo Mo said nonchalantly, taking in all the boy's expressions and movements.

"Ah? Where?" The boy immediately reached out to touch his chin and face.

"Here it is." Mo Mo quickly made a gesture of pinching something on his face, and then threw it away.

"Okay." Although the boy didn't see it clearly, he still believed it and said apologetically, "Then... I'm sorry."

"It's okay," Mo Mo smiled, feeling relaxed, and then looked at the snow and said, "If you don't have a name yet, then you can be called 'Xiao Bai' from now on. Just like the snow scene in front of us, pure and flawless."

The boy's eyes froze for a moment, but he suppressed the heat in his heart and said coolly:

"I'm not much younger than you, so I'll just call you 'Bai'. I like single words." After thinking for a moment, the child looked innocent, "Then what should I call you?"

"Just call me Sister Mo."

"can."

Mo Mo had just secretly measured that there was no spiritual power fluctuation when he attacked him, so he let down his guard against this child. He was not the little gray in the world, but just one of the poor children in this world.