[Magic Dao Patriarch Tongren] Playing Butterfly

In a blink of an eye, it was the beginning of January, and there was still heavy snowfall in the sky, and there were fewer pedestrians on the street, which inexplicably added to the loneliness.

In a courtyard in Mojiazhuang

A person came out of the room, looking at the snow outside, that person couldn't help shivering.

"It's snowing so hard, hiss—it's so cold." The man was wearing some old black clothes, looking a little thin.

"Mo Xuanyu! Come here! Haven't you seen such a heavy snowfall? Quickly sweep the snow away! It was because of this last time that my family, A Yuan, fell down! It was so hard to save you back then! It’s not for you to come here to eat, eat, and do nothing! Let me tell you, if you dare to be lazy again, see if I won’t freeze you to death on the street!” A middle-aged woman came over and angrily yelled at the man named Mo Xuan. The feathered man roared.

"Mrs. Mo, I see, I'll go right away."

Mo Xuanyu looked at the middle-aged woman who had gone away, and expressed his helplessness. He passed out unconsciously that day, and then gradually woke up. At that time, he had been in a coma for several hours, and Mo Ziyuan also because The ground was too slippery and fell.

And after gradually waking up, he found that he would sometimes have some weird dreams, but he had no memory of them, probably because of his memory damage after waking up.