Shape of the Wind – Volume Meteorite Chapter 7: Every night meets the horror

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Lying on the tree trunk, swaying in the wind, Mo Wen recalled the innocent defense of Ai Ling in the morning, and couldn't help smiling wryly. When did you start, even the little girl could see your own thoughts?

He is naturally open-minded by nature. When he traveled to the Quartet in his early years, he was deeply influenced by the study of the Buddha, and even more indifferent to matters of grievances, honor and disgrace. After the tragic disaster, although the heart and lungs were so painful, and the grief and anger were embarrassing, he did not arouse revenge and rebuild his homeland. He only deeply regretted it alone.

However, she alone is Mo Wen's most uneasy existence. Because of the one-year appointment, he can't meet each other. This really teaches him to be anxious, day and night.

Such a personality, if it will cause eternal notoriety, it is understandable. Do not know this, but everyone has a different personality, like every subjugated nobleman, grit your teeth. , Wholeheartedly restore the old daylight glory, such things, you can't do it yourself!

Now, I just hope that the people in my hometown will live in a safe and secure life, and wait until the end of the year, and then rescue that person, and my thoughts will be over.

The one-year contract has already expired. When the work entrusted by Ai Ling is completed, it is time to set up and complete the wish.

Just, why did you change your mind? It's not a good thing to be soft-hearted when you shouldn't be soft-hearted! If the teacher knows, he will laugh at himself...

However, I don't feel regretful in my heart, because this little girl really moved herself somewhere. Ah! It's ridiculous, she is so small, but...

While thinking about it, Mo Wen noticed an unusual aura. Was it the Scarlet Ape attacking again? There are more than ten in number, and it seems that they are planning to come to a big night attack!

"It's really unlucky! Because I happen to want to kill people now..."

In the temporary thatched house below, both Ailing and the villagers have fallen asleep. Without intending to disturb them, Mo Wen started light work, flew up, and ran straight towards the direction of the attack of the Scarlet-Eyed Demon Ape.

According to estimates, the magic apes will go through a forest, and Mo Wen is prepared to hide in the woods to ambush, which saves a lot of trouble and can also reduce the trouble of disposing of corpses. However, after plundering into the woods, they never waited for the magic apes. As he approached, he noticed that the number of magic apes was rapidly declining.

(How did it happen?)

Curiously, don't hesitate to rush forward, rushing forward. At the end of the forest, a red-haired man was vaguely seen, who easily burned the Scarlet-Eyed Demon Ape.

(Good kung fu? Are you a top-notch master in the East?)

Being stunned by the opponent's flame power, Mo Wen was really surprised, not daring to appear rashly, and took a peek at the person's appearance first.

With his arms raised, the last two red-eyed demon apes turned into burning pieces of fire. As the fireworks gradually extinguished, they shattered to the ground. The red-haired man raised his eyes and looked around, as if he wanted to confirm whether the demon apes had escaped by chance. .

For this face is totally unfamiliar, don't you know when there is such a master in Dongfang family? Besides, the blood flames he uses seem to be unorthodox, unlike the orthodox Oriental martial arts...

"...It seems to be solved, if I kill you too, will she go home obediently if she has nothing to do..."

This passage was a little headless, and after this sentence, there was a sneer.

"...Since you can understand human words, then I'll say it by the way. My name is Zhu Yan, don't give me a wrong name on Huangquan Road!"

At first, I was still not sure that the other party was speaking to myself, but the dazzling flames rushed towards the front door in an instant. Don’t be surprised, the other party’s killing intent has completely enveloped myself like a flood, with extremely hot heat. , The silver hair burned out a little bit.

In a moment of life and death, I was too busy to think about it, shaking my hand and sending out a sword. Unexpectedly, that was actually Bailudong’s thirty-six stunts. Heshan Iron Sword killed the "Chaotian Que", the sword's energy was like an arrow, hit the sky, and it shot straight at the throat of the incoming person, and it was going to lose both.

Compared with Mo Wen, who was unable to exert his true strength, Zhu Yan was able to smash this trick by relying solely on the power of the top of the earth. However, when the two sides were close to the offense and defense, the silver rose and Zhu Yan caught a glimpse of the hidden one. The face under the silver hair.

"It's you?!"

With a cry of exclamation, the sword energy has reached his throat, Zhu Yan did not want to fight hard, he leaned back, flew upside down, and withdrew more than ten feet away. After landing, he did not attack again, just put it down. A short sentence.

"This matter is much more complicated than what you expected. You who survived so hard, if you cherish your life, you'd better not stay here..." The words ended, the fire flickered, and people were already Break away.

Mo Wen put away the lightsaber, his face was pale, his chest was so painful that he could not speak...

(How come there is such a master? What is there that the dead kid didn’t tell me?)

Mo Wen did not have the opportunity to ask Ai Ling about what happened last night. During the fight, it affected the sword energy that was still blocked in Dantian, and the severe pain caused it took him a long time to suppress.

When I was awake, it was almost noon the next day. Ai Ling led a few children to gather mountain vegetables, pick up wild bird eggs, and prepare to cook lunch.

And seeing that Mo Wen's appearance was not right, the children ran to Airing and said that the indifferent Mr. Cavalier seemed to be sick.

"Why?" Ai Ling was surprised at first, and then regretted: "It's a pity that the "automatic diagnosis and treatment machine" that was completed only two days ago, I don't know why it broke, or else I can help."

Thinking of the recent failure of an invention, the little girl was a little frustrated. Of course, she would not know that the automatic diagnosis and treatment machine malfunctioned because Mo Wen secretly removed a few main screws while she was not paying attention two days ago.

Just kidding, a person without the slightest medical knowledge can actually make related machinery. This shows that it is a quack killer. White mice are not like that.

Don’t be confident that those villagers who have been injured, after their own treatment, have no problem with their lives. They will recover after one or two months of recuperation; but if the ghost machine is treated, the consequences will be very serious. Unpredictable, God knows if it will go off the line like its owner, treating the toothache as a stomach problem.

I actually saw Ai Ling, but Mo Wen did not clearly raise his own doubts, because thinking about it, in what the person said yesterday, Mo Wen had some associations, and also because of his arrogant temperament. It is even more intolerable if people get panicked when they are casually scared.

What needs to be worried is... the man seemed to recognize himself last night.

So, when Ai Ling came to ask, was there something wrong? Mo Wen only had a sullen expression and whispered: "...It's okay."

At lunch, Ai Ling brought the soup to Mo to ask, but when the other party reached out to take it, he asked a question.

"Mr. Mo, is your hand okay? Does it hurt?"

Staring at Mo Wen's right hand, Ai Ling asked softly.

"Right hand..."

For the mindless question like this, Mo Wen was a little confused, thinking it was a burn healed long ago, until he found Ai Ling staring straight at his right hand, and he realized it.

On his right hand, there are more than ten bloodstains, intertwined and intertwined, and the wounds are extremely deep, which allows people to clearly understand the serious injury and pain they suffered.

Mo Wen couldn't help but smile. This scar is a turning point in his life. Up to now, although his right hand can move freely, the injury has not healed. The rest of the injury is still in the bottom of my heart, bleeding continuously. Remind myself to pay the price for the original ignorance.

Appearing to be reluctant to dwell on the past, Mo Wen turned away from the subject. He stretched out his right hand and patted Airing on the head, making fun of her height.

"A small pumpkin like yours that is underdeveloped is so short now, and it will certainly not grow tall in the future."

"Where is it? I am already very tall in our clan."

Don't like to be seen as a child, Ai Ling waved Mo Wen's flick, pursing her little mouth in anger.

Ailing rarely mentions family affairs. At this time, Mo Wen felt a little surprised in his heart, but he didn't care about it. On the contrary, he smiled at Ailing's sullen expression and smiled. That said, she can only be taller than a dwarf.

There is a certain part of the authenticity of this statement. Although the exact age is not known, Ai Ling’s height is much lower than the average height of women, and he has long hair. The length of the waist, but dragged straight to the calf, coupled with an innocent smile, almost like an exquisite doll.

It's not unreasonable to be teased by Mo Wen all the time.

(Usually I should let her eat more...)

It is a pity that a future beauty is ruined by her height. Mo Wen decided to make something tonight to open her eyes to Ai Ling.

"Ah! It's Xi Pheasant!"

I noticed that the colorful shadows in the grass were fleeting, Airing exclaimed, and then as if thinking of something, he muttered:

"Yes! The weather is warm so I didn't expect it to be close to the end of the year!"

(Is it the end of the year? So fast!)

At first hearing this, Mo Wen's heart stirred silently.

(Yeah! It's about to be a full year soon, it's a long and short year!)

It is southerly, the climate is natural, and the climate is regulated. Although it is in the high mountains, there are only morning and evening periods of extreme cold, frost and fog. At other times, the breeze is blowing, it is very comfortable, but other things Place, it should be snowing already!

I still remember, the day I drank into my throat, it seemed that it was also the season of snow...No, not just that day, how many stories happened in the snow in my life!

Destroyed in the snow, and reborn in the snow, what will happen in the future life?

Two years, how has she been in these two years...

These days, he doesn't remember how he walked. Every day, he is like a sharp knife carved in his heart. He uses his own flesh and blood to record the day.

And now, one year's time is finally full...

(How are you? Jiamin, I will find you soon!)

Mo Wen looked up at the sky, clenched his palms, and said nothing.

"Mr. Don't ask." Ai Ling called out a little fearfully.

Mr. Mo Wen today is very strange, and she is a little afraid of him at this time. It does not seem to be angry, but sometimes Mo Wen will suddenly fall into thought like this. Although he can't see the expression, but look at his shoulders slightly. The shock was clearly agitated, as if there were tens of thousands of resentments and endless wailing, which would burst out together.

Mr. Mo Wen's past must be very sad...

"Mr. Don't ask." Ai Ling quickly changed the subject and asked in a low voice: "Are you a nobleman?"

"Um..."

Don't ask questions for a while, and respond at will as a reply.

"Wow! That's great, I know I guessed it right."

Ailing clapped his hands and smiled.

We have been with each other for many days, little inventors have no concept of respect for privacy. In the spirit of "bold hypothesis and careful verification", they make many speculations about their peers. However, every time they reach the stage of verification, they give me a lot of conjecture. Asked with a stinking face and waved away. At this moment, he caught the opportunity, so I don't want to ask too much.

"Where is your birthplace?"

"Has Mr. Mo Wen ever been a soldier?"

"Where have you been? Are there any fun things?"

"Wow! It must be great, those places are very interesting!"

Suddenly admired and rejoiced after one question after another, making the silver-haired man dumbfounded. Don't you know how to answer it? Or do you just slap it down?

"Then, who did Mr. Mo Wen's martial arts learn from?" Ai Ling asked with his head tilted and asked in a pretty voice.

Speaking of mentorship, Mo Wen felt a pain in his heart, the expression on his face instantly frozen like ice, very afraid of others.

Although Ai Ling looked at it incompletely, he also pouted in surprise and looked aggrieved.

(Not good, why are you so gaffe!)

When I noticed my gaffe, Don't ask me to control myself quickly, but in a bad mood, I can't change a smiling face no matter what.

"Do you not want to say Mr. Mo Wen?"

Thinking that he might have asked the wrong question, Ai Ling put on a pose ready to apologize. Seeing this gesture, Mo Wen couldn't help laughing.

(How did the former flower cherishers fall to the point of vomiting with this little girl!)

Don’t laugh bitterly at yourself, but thinking about all kinds of art studies in the past, an anger surges up again, and there are countless sorrows in it, but seeing Ailing’s timid appearance, I don’t want this girl to be bothered by it. Suspicion.

My brow furrowed, and my heart came to my mind.

Mo Wen shook his hand, pretending to be mysterious, and motioned to Ai Ling to approach.

Ailing became curious, Mr. Mo Wen refused to say clearly, so mysterious, what do you want to do if you want to get closer?

I saw Mo Wen grabbing his right foot and quickly writing on the ground.

"My master is..."

Eiling felt very interesting. He hurriedly got close and wanted to take a closer look, but found that the end of the handwriting was pressed by Mo Wen on the soles of his feet. It was a little fuzzy. When he wanted to look down, he suddenly felt a pain in the back of his head, but it gave him a severe pain. Knocked.

"Ugh! It hurts." Ai Ling cried out in pain in the back of his head.

I saw Mo Wen stepped aside, and there was the word "secret" under his feet!

"Wow! Too much, Mr. Mo Wen lied."

Ailing found herself fooled, and she screamed, pulling at Mo Wen's sleeve to act like a baby, and the children around all laughed.

"People want to say that Mr. Mo Wen's kung fu is so good, he must have learned it from a very powerful master."

Ailing smiled and said: "By the way, which studio produced the sensor used by Mr. Mo Wen? It's a great job. I have been looking for it for a long time, but I haven't found it!"

Sensor?

Don't ask me for a moment, what does this mean?

"Because...because, when Mr. Mo Wen is using Kung Fu, although his eyes cannot be seen, he can hit him if he shoots casually."

The girl tilted her head, tidyed up her thoughts, and smiled: "I have been searching for a long time, but I still can't see where it is hidden. It must be designed by a famous artist!"

Mo Wen's forehead bangs are too long, covering most of his face. When facing the enemy, he does not look at things. Ai Ling Daqi, saw Mo Wen swift with his sword, and the red-eyed magic apes were defeated. Naturally, he thought, Mo Wen wears some kind of sensing equipment from the Primordial Magic Way to determine the enemy's location.

Seeing the girl's innocent look, don't ask me to smile.

Listening to the wind discriminator, originally a martial arts school, is a compulsory course for martial artists, so as to avoid surprises in the dark, and death is not clear, but Ailing doesn't know it, so he thinks it is strange.

And his own situation is somewhat different. Although he was pretentious in learning swordsmanship in his early years, he has really done hard work, which is extraordinary. In the future, he will encounter different encounters and swordsmanship, and he has almost reached a state of extraordinary transformation. But with a trace of spiritual knowledge, no senses are needed, only a sword in hand, really like an arm of the heart, where you want to cut, you cut where you want, without losing any points.

There is no need to mention the reason for this to this little girl. However, seeing the curious appearance of these little ghosts, Bo Jun can smile.

Don't ask a smile, pretending to be mysterious again, saying that he is not relying on sensors, but on real skills.

"The true skill?" Ai Ling clapped his hands and smiled: "It's great, what kind of skill is it!"

Mo Wen pressed his right hand to the lightsaber on his waist, assumed the posture of a famous swordsman, and slowly dialed it out, whispering: "My teacher is the famous eastern island country, prestigious Prominent...Blind. Sword. Guest."

At the same time as the gesture, the right hand used the Oriental sword to pull out the lightsaber suddenly, with a sound of "Swipe!", pushing up diagonally, the blue and white halo was like a rainbow, as if it was cutting the atmosphere. Draws a beautiful arc in mid-air and quickly resheaths.

All the movements are like thunder and lightning, and they have both speed and beauty. They have mastered the essence of the sword technique to the fullest. Seeing Ai Ling Shen Chi is dazzled, and he is about to speak, but only hears a scream.

"Woo..."

I saw the swordsman, holding his lower abdomen in embarrassment, curled up and wailed loudly.

It turns out that although Shi Cai's movements are beautiful, there is a problem in the final link of returning the sword to the sheath, because since he is a blind swordsman, it is inevitable that there will be mistakes in the blind and make some tragic big jokes in small places.

"Hahahaha... Mr. Mowen is so stupid!"

The sudden farce made Ai Ling and the children leaned forward and backward with laughter. After a long while, they wiped their tears and lifted the groaning swordsman up, and laughed to persuade them.

"Mr. Don't ask... are you okay!"

To Ai Ling's delicate face desperately holding back a smile, Mo asked shook his head without answering.

Being able to laugh at Bo Jun, the original goal has been achieved. Based on some kind of heart, he is very grateful to this girl. Without her, it would be impossible for him to live such a happy life these days!

What a wonderful girl, her existence seems to be to selflessly send the light and heat of the sun to everyone around her, as long as she is there, there will never be less smile...

Uh----

Although sometimes the cost is a bit high.

It is hard to imagine that someone would dislike this girl and leave her alone. What kind of person is her father?

Mo can’t answer the question, and I am quite funny in my heart. After many days of getting along, the roles of the two seem to have exchanged. Not only Ai Ling, sometimes, even if you ask yourself, you will also guess Ai Ling. The growing environment, worry about irrelevant things.

(It’s so boring, why do you think of this kind of thing.)

Mo Wen shook his head. The most important thing for him is his actions after the full year of appointment. Don't think too much about other things, so as not to have extra branches...