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

After an unknown amount of time, Mo Mo heard the sound of whistling wind. The sound came from all directions. In her fuzzy consciousness, she realized that she was in a dream, and she tried hard to open her heavy eyelids.

It turned out that she fell asleep in the car. Unlike usual, she had to drive home by herself today.

In the severe winter, the cold wind penetrated into Mo Mo's body as she just got off the car. She couldn't help but her teeth chattering, making a series of "clacking" sounds.

[Yes, the weather forecast said there would be a heavy snowstorm today, how could I have forgotten about this? ]

Mo Mo hugged the little wolf tightly in his arms and walked towards Yan's house with his neck shrunk.

After entering the house, she felt a trace of warmth seeping through her thin clothes. Seeing that she was wearing so little, Yan Jing started to complain: "Why are you wearing so little? It's cold outside! What if you catch a cold? Hey! What is this? Is this a stray puppy you picked up on the street?"

"It's a wolf cub. I won it today in the Colosseum."

After Mo Mo exchanged a few brief words with Yan Jing, she carried the little wolf upstairs. She planned to wash the little wolf first.

"Master, you're back." Lightning, who was left at home to accompany Yan Jing, saw Mo Mo coming back and came over happily. But when he saw the dirty little wolf, he was stunned!

"Master, is this your new beast?"

"Yes, it just lost its family and is as lonely and helpless as you, so I brought it back. Lightning, you have to take good care of it for me in the future." Mo Mo said to Lightning beside him while pouring water on the little wolf.

Lightning came close to the little wolf and sniffed it, then immediately said coquettishly, "Master, I want to take a nice bath too."

"Didn't I just wash you last night?" Mo Mo said with a frown.

"I don't care. I'm going to take a shower today too!" When Lightning saw that Mo Mo was going to refuse him, he immediately collapsed on the ground and rolled around acting like a coquettish person.

"Okay, okay, I'll wash you after I finish washing the little wolf cub."

Looking at the wolf cub's bright and clear eyes, the little guy seemed to be full of curiosity and innocence about everything around him, and uttered a few low sobs. Mo Mo reached out and gently gave it bath bubbles, then told it not to be afraid, this would be your home from now on.

Even though Zhao Wenting, Yan Mu and others had gone out to fight, Mo Mo still handled his rotation internship tasks seriously and practiced hard.

In contrast to the previous two times he came to the Colosseum, it was no longer as lively as before. There were only a few people sitting in the audience seats of the duel arena, and the spectators were not as excited as before.

Mo Mo found a place to sit down, quietly observing the surroundings, and occasionally patronizing the finals in the duel arena. Maybe because there were not so many people this time, Mo Mo was able to see the entire Colosseum environment.

There seemed to be a few more dents and scratches on the duel field, and there were also some bloodstains on the floor that had dried and turned dark red. When the wind blew over, Mo Mo could smell the turbid air filled with the smell of blood.

[This place is like hell! ]

Mo Mo sighed inwardly. Maybe she was infected by the warm atmosphere around her before, so she didn't notice it at all. This time she came alone. She seemed to understand the sadness of those "gladiators" who were driven out from the whistling wind, just like the wolverine who had to fight with herself with all his strength.

She looked back and around; Yan Mu and Liang Chuxin were not beside her. She then looked at the preparation area and the duel arena, and there was no trace of Zhao Wenting. At that moment, a feeling of loneliness came from all directions, and Mo Mo's heart seemed to be grasped by a huge hand called loneliness.

For the first time, Mo Mo felt lonely, and at the same time, a seed of longing was quietly planted in his heart.

[Damn it! You should have taken me with you! ]

Mo Mo cursed in his heart.

**

A week passed quietly.

Looking at the countless undialed calls on the phone and the countless one-way messages in the chat box, Mo Mo's heart was shrouded in an invisible haze.

Even though she had just finished a three-hour long practice of luck and was sweating profusely, Mo Mo silently put down her phone and planned to continue practicing. It seemed that only in this way could she drive away the haze in her heart.

"Jingle Bell--!"

Suddenly, the cell phone rang!

Mo Mo opened her eyes, saw the caller ID on the phone screen, and immediately answered the call.

"Brother Amu!"

"Momo! The communication tower on our side has finally been built. How have you been doing recently? Have you been practicing well, eating and sleeping on time, and taking good care of yourself?"

Yan Mu was talking to Mo Mo in a cheerful tone, while the medical staff beside him were carefully cleaning the blood clots from his wounds.

"Of course there are. Everything is fine here. How about you? Chu Xin should have joined your group later. Are you all okay?"

Hearing Mo Mo asking about Liang Chuxin, Yan Mu, who was on the phone, looked up at the unconscious person on the stretcher with a bandage on his head. He said in a gentle tone, "We are all fine. If Chuxin wasn't here right now, I would let her talk to you for a few words. Don't worry, when she comes back, I will tell her to contact you as soon as possible."

"Oh, okay then. None of you responded to the messages I sent you, and I was a little worried." Mo Mo had no idea about the battle situation on the Cen Linshan front line, and at this moment, there was even a hint of anger in her tone.

"Brother Amu" Mo Mo suddenly called Yan Mu in a sweet voice again.

"Well, you said."

"My master...is he also by your side now?" Mo Mo spoke hesitantly in a low voice.

Yan Mu turned around to look at Zhao Wenting, who had a bandage on his wrist, and their eyes met.

"Yes, he is here." Yan Mu said while looking at Zhao Wenting.

Zhao Wenting also immediately understood who was talking to Yan Mu at the moment. When Yan Mu asked if he wanted to talk to Mo Mo, he took the phone without thinking.

"Master?"

After two seconds of silence on the other end of the phone, Mo Mo's voice was heard.

"Yes, it's me." Zhao Wenting turned around, took a long step, and walked out of the temporary medical treatment location.

"I thought you were deliberately ignoring my calls, but it turns out it was just a communication problem."

"By the way, Master, Liang Chuxin and I went to the Colosseum again that day. I also went on stage. The opponent was a Level 2 Wolverine. Although I found that its left front leg was injured, I couldn't get close to it. Later, I learned your Bagua Step, and then..."

Zhao Wenting had already heard all of this from Liang Chuxin who came later, but he still did not interrupt Mo Mo's voice, but just listened to her quietly.

"Then, I carried the little wolf cub straight to your office. Unfortunately, you had already left by then."

Mo Mo on the other end of the phone felt regretful and tightened his arms around Xiaolang.

"During the week you're away, I've also been pushing forward the internship project. I've sent all the progress updates to your phone. If you're free, you can take the time to give me some guidance and comments. Also, I've been practicing recently..."

It was the first time that Mo Mo talked to Zhao Wenting for such a long time, and she seemed eager to tell him everything she had experienced recently.

Yan Mu, who was still treating his wound, looked in the direction of Zhao Wenting. He also felt strange that his sister still had the habit of "chatting on the phone for a long time"? What was even more puzzling was that Zhao Wenting actually listened patiently.

[Could it be... that she really likes me? Damn... she didn't even tell me for so long, how could these two have so much to talk about? ]

Yan Mu muttered to himself somewhat unhappily.

"I'm sorry, Master. I said too much at once. Am I talking too much nonsense?"

Nearly half an hour passed before Mo Mo realized that he had been talking for so long.

"No." Zhao Wenting's tone remained calm, but he felt a warm current flowing through his heart, and listening to her voice, it seemed that the injuries on his body were not so painful anymore.

In fact, they have been trapped in a fierce battle with the demons. A week has passed, but they have not made any progress; instead, the superpower police soldiers have suffered heavy casualties.

"Master, now that communication has been restored, please remember to take the time to read the project progress I sent you."

"it is good."

"Finally, I will also work hard to improve myself, and I will definitely make some achievements in the spiritual cultivation competition. I will never embarrass Master!"

"Okay," Zhao Wenting's originally melancholy heart seemed to be comforted at this moment, and some soft emotions flowed in his originally cold eyes, "I also look forward to your performance at that time."

"Okay, then Master, you should be able to get back before the Spring Festival, right?" Mo Mo looked at the date on the calendar. There were only 24 days left until the Spring Festival.

Zhao Wenting on the other end of the phone was silent. In fact, he couldn't guarantee it either.

"Okay. Then...what about the spiritual cultivation competition?" Mo Mo seemed to understand his silent answer, and then asked with anticipation if he could come back in time for the spiritual cultivation competition, "I hope Master can see my efforts with his own eyes."

"Most definitely."

Hearing Zhao Wenting's answer, Mo Mo stood up from her chair happily.

"Okay, it's a deal."

After hanging up the phone, Zhao Wenting stared at the phone in his palm for a long time with his dark eyes.