Shape of the Wind – Volume Meteorite Chapter 11: Make up your mind

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"After that, Bouma hated Aling very much, probably because I have the blood that Boomer hates most in my body!"

After finishing the story, there was no sadness on Airing's small face, and a wry smile of disproportionately disappeared in a flash.

I was surprised to find that this girl would have such an expression.

In Mo Wen’s memory, Ai Ling often laughed silly, although she sometimes grieves and shed tears, but on the whole, she gives the impression that she is an innocent and lively girl who does not know the world’s sadness. Actually also smiled bitterly.

(Could it be that her stupidity is...)

After listening to the thrilling past, Mo Wen had a feeling. Under the girl's usual joy, is there a side she doesn't know?

For Long. Mo Wen quite understands Beethoven’s state of mind. If he is stimulated like this, of course he will slaughter humans for revenge. The number is not too much, one hundred and eighty thousand can’t escape...

For the actions of his own kind, I am speechless, but I have raised respect for Ai Ling. After experiencing such a thing, I can still grow up unscathed.

"You, don't look at me like that! It's like I am a monster..." Ailing said, "Although something like that happened, I don't hate the fact that I have half human blood! Because I know that among human beings, there are great people like Simma and good people like Mr. Mo Wen."

Mo Wenwei felt flattered when he was brought to the side with Airing's mother, his cheeks were flushed, and he smiled nervously.

"The enemy I encountered during the day was the original monster demon. Maybe he came after him to get revenge!"

Ailing said: "And the sentence I said to him was "If you kill me, you will never know the secret language", so he shrinks his hand, but this kind of good luck may not be the next time. ."

Don’t ask me, that Kiris is obviously a madman who will forget everything together with the intent to kill. Next time, maybe regardless of the three or seven twenty-one, kill first and then talk about it. I didn't expect that I would be involved in the demon clan dispute, I really don't know what to say.

"I can’t agree with Boomer’s approach, so I want to try to stop it. The best way is to become an excellent creator like Boomer, able to restrain the weapons he developed. This is my only What you can do."

Ailing said: "So, no matter how difficult it is, I have to be a creator."

Looking at Ai Ling, Mo Wen sighed and felt ashamed.

This girl has also suffered a lot!

Inconsistent with her innocent appearance, she grew up in such an environment, so, what is the source of her smirk all day?

Mo Wen vaguely understands why she was attracted to this girl when she first met in the square, and she has been travelling with her for a long time.

It's the same person who fell into the world!

It turns out that under different appearances, the two people's minds seem to have something in common. It seems that in the dark, there really is a pair of invisible hands, bringing two similar fallen people together. ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Compared with her strength, she is really embarrassed to be so useless...

"I have a bet with Bouma. If I can take the obsidian mirror back before the full moon, I can be awarded the name of a trainee and return to the door wall, so...so..."

Ailing’s words were not complete. After the excuse of "returning to the door wall", she cared about her father and wanted to lead her back to the right path. She hoped that she could do something for her father as a daughter. Distraction, and this mood, Mo Wen really grasped it.

"My abilities are limited. In other words, I can only **** you to the enemy's lair. Is that okay?"

"Huh!"

After hearing Mo Wen's words clearly, Airing was taken aback, and then, the joy was beyond words.

"Well! If it really doesn't work, as long as Mr. Mo Wen can send me within ten feet of the obsidian mirror, I can do it."

Mo Wen nodded, he didn't know the origin of Airing's confidence, but how to recycle the equipment is the job of the creator, and he only needs to concentrate on guarding.

"Thank you Mr. Mowen, thank you, thank you so much."

Things finally turned around and Mo Wen's promise was obtained. Ai Ling almost danced with joy. She held Mo Wen's hand tightly and shook it desperately.

"Thank you Mr. Mowen..."

Can't stand the enthusiasm of this optimist, Don't ask with a smile: "Don't be so happy, maybe I just talk about it. Are you afraid that I will sneak in the middle of the night?"

Faced with this sharp question, the girl was stunned for a moment, and then, like a spring flower in the forest, she smiled slightly, just a smile.

"It doesn't matter. No matter what, Ai Ling believes in Mr. Mo Wen."

Believe again, right?

Mo Wen shook her head. This girl seemed to be unable to learn a lesson. What kind of power is supporting her blind confidence?

Perhaps because of lack of experience, Mo Wen couldn't find that the smile on Ai Ling's face is not so fearless, it is more prepared to give up everything.

It was a smile full of death.

It was quiet in the middle of the night, with only three or five horns humming and groaning, weird and desolate, and people's hearts trembled, adding a lot of ominous meaning.

After finishing the conversation, Airing returned to the house where the children were resting, ready to go to bed. Mo Wen still picked a tree close to the house, and laid it on its side leisurely, looking okay. With his martial arts, he is not afraid of the mountain wind in this area, and allows the cold to invade his body without paying attention.

Missing over the moon, don't ask me to think back to this day.

The errand to help Airing has developed so far, it has gone against the original intention.

If it were a year ago, who was afraid of his enemies, as long as he had a sword in his hand?

But now it’s different. My skill is greatly reduced, and my swordsmanship is less than 30% in the past. When encountering a strong enemy, it is really a place to die, not to mention that on the road, there is a powerful opponent of the demon like Qi Leisi. ...

Besides, recalling the teacher's order, Mo Wen was even more stunned.

The one-year period has not expired. Within this period of time, no one can afford to lose everything. Otherwise, all hopes will be lost.

"Dragon's rise, it must dive and fly." The old man said with a serious face: "If you can't bear this level, everything will stop."

"It's not good! I only planned to deal with a few thieves..."

Facing the half-round bright moon, Mo Wen smiled bitterly. In fact, his original idea was to withdraw immediately and ignore it, so as not to ruin a major event.

It is reasonable to say that it is time for me to withdraw now, why would I agree to this girl's request and continue to walk with her!

And that reason, I should understand it!

"If you are here, you will definitely agree with my approach! Jiamin, this girl is thanks to you!"

Don’t ask me to laugh, he knows he is cowardly, if he is really brave, if he still has the qualifications to be a man, he shouldn’t be here, take Airing to vent his anger and sink like a fool Memories, but immediately rushed to her side and did what she should do, but...but...

"Sorry! I'm so useless. In the end, I'm just a useless man... I'm so sorry for you..."

The more I think about it, the more resentful I get. Mowen's nails are deeply embedded in his fists, and he vents all the pain with silent crying.

"Amozimi, Nahalina, Yashaximi Imi estimate..."

From the wooden house not far below, there was a small singing voice that attracted Mo Wen's attention. It was Ai Ling singing, the voice was very low, as fine as ants, if it weren't for Mo Wen's special hearing, she would not listen carefully.

It seems that Ai Ling couldn't sleep and sang a lullaby by herself.

"Um..."

I remember Airing said before that this song was taught by her mother. After learning about the past and hearing this tune, Mo Wen felt unhappy. There was a certain deep and sad snow crystal slowly settling in the silver-haired man's chest.

And he doesn't like this feeling.

Subconsciously, Mo Wen gave a cold snort.

Stunned by him, the singing stopped.

"What to do, Mr. Mo asked if he would be upset!"

In the wooden house, Ai Ling scratched his head in annoyance, busy explaining to the children. Just now because a boy had a nightmare, I woke everyone up. In order to coax them to sleep, my little sister had to try to sing a hypnotic song, but for a while I forgot that Mo Wen did not like this lullaby.

"I'm so stupid, I know that Mr. Mo Wen doesn't like listening to this, so why do I prefer to sing it..."

Ailing feels sorry for herself, tapping her head with her small hands, punishing her immaturity.

"The completed "Wushuang Super Sounder No. 8" happened to be malfunctioning again. Otherwise, it would not annoy Mr. Mo Wen."

Ailing muttered to herself, but didn't know how to explain to these expectant children, the wound on his back started to hurt again, really messed up.

(If Mr. Mo Wen gets angry again, will he run away!)

The thought frightened Ai Ling. She quickly stood up and went to apologize to Mr. Mo Wen and promised not to commit the crime again. However, the movement was too eager, and her head hit the bed board, and she cried out in pain.

"Oh! It hurts me to death."

Ai Ling hugged her head and smiled at several children who were worried about her. Before they had time to speak, the melodious flute sound suddenly sounded in everyone's ears. Unexpectedly, the melody played was a fairly familiar melody.

"This is..."

Ailing was first stunned, and then surprised.

It's my own lullaby...

Based on a feeling that he could not even understand, the silver-haired man put down his arrogance and volunteered to act as a music box for one night, using his superb musical skills instead of singing to say good night to everyone.

"Thank you, Mr. Don't ask."

Not speaking very loudly, Ai Ling led the children and quietly thanked the "kind Mr. Mo Wen" from the window, and she also knew that Mr. Mo Wen did not need to thank him at the moment.

"If you have time to say thank you, it's better to put me to sleep earlier. I'm very tired. I really love to cause trouble."

If you go to thank Mr. Mo Wen, the result will be a severe knock on the head and blame like this. Ai Ling knows this very well.

It is not comparable to any machine product. The flute sound that flows like a river makes the time in the girl's mind flow backwards, as if returning to the night long ago, there is a soft and sweet female voice, slowly in the ear Sing slowly.

At this moment, the little inventor, his eye sockets filled with moisture, he couldn't speak.

"Thank you, Mr. Mowen, thank you."

While Mo Wen smiled bitterly because of the change in his mentality, another person also hesitated about how he should deal with the changes in front of him.

Originally, Zhu Yan was just following the little junior sister who sneaked out of the house, and protected as before. After seeing Mo Wen's face that day, she was extremely surprised and had to get in touch with someone immediately.

Although he is from the demon world, Zhu Yan does not know how to use the water mirror technique that the Magister loves. Therefore, he must leave this place temporarily and go to towns outside of the mountains to obtain materials and make it that can echo the water mirror technique. Magical equipment.

Believe that this man named Mo Wen has enough strength to guard the younger sister, Zhu Yan temporarily left his post, however, he did not expect an unexpected mysterious master to suddenly appear, killing Mo Wen in a big defeat.

At this time, Zhu Yan was on a hill hundreds of miles away from Ailing, using the communication device that had just been completed to connect to a city on the western border of the ventilated mainland, separated by the illusory image and the water mirror, and the two began to talk.

After reporting the matter completely, Zhu Yan fell silent and waited for a reply from his friend. The matter is actually very simple. A **** person who died a year ago is still in the world. So, do you want this **** person to die again, so as not to cause more trouble?

It can be seen that this "dead man" has not recovered his martial arts, and his strength is not as far as in the past. If he does not take advantage of this time to start and is restored by him, he will definitely be a terrible and terrifying enemy with his talent and martial arts. Therefore, Zhu Yan waited for the verdict of his friends.

"... Let him go! Don't do unnecessary things..."

The friend's answer, Zhu Yan is not surprised, because he knows the contradictory character of this guy, he just frowned and said in a deep voice: "Chopping the grass does not remove the roots, and the spring breeze blows again. If Azhong knows, You must be blamed for being soft-hearted again."

"I am not soft-hearted, but...every survivor who survived a catastrophe should have this right!"

All communications are enough here. Zhu Yan raised his hand to destroy this temporary device and hurried to Brown Village hundreds of miles away, preparing to return to his post, but at the same time, he felt a strong pity for his friends.

(You are such a fool! If you want to do it, why are you still undecided? Is it because you know your weakness too much, so you wear such a cold thing all day to cover up...)

The MSI is sinking, and the eastern sky is faintly revealing the golden morning light. This night is about to pass.

On the branch, the silver-haired man moved up and down with the wind, put away the flute, flicked the lightsaber in his hand for the final inspection.

Although I didn't sleep all night, the face under the silver hair looked alive and seemed to have made a certain decision.

The sword has been prepared and adjusted, and all necessary preparations have been completed.

Facing the first morning light in the east, Mo Wen squinted his eyes and stared straight at his right palm. In the palm of his hand, a few delicate ornaments were quietly glowing.

Ailing once said that these things have unusual meanings, so they are her mother's relics Luo!

It looks like, I really received an incredible reward!

A voice that seemed to exist or not, overflowed from his throat.

"Big fool..."

I don’t know if I am mocking myself, or the stunned little woman, or both!