Morning Star

Chapter 342 What does he think of his life?

Mo Xinglan drooped her long eyelashes to hide the self-blame and sadness that flashed across her eyes.

His mother's cultivation level regressed in order to repair his soul. He had heard Fang Hao mention before that his mother's cultivation level at its peak was at the sixth level of Saint Venerable, which was equivalent to the sixth level of God.

That was a height that ordinary people would not dare to even think about, but because of his cultivation level regression, he was even defeated by Mo Hengsong...

He gritted his teeth secretly, a hint of red flashed in his dark eyes, but he listened silently and attentively to what Huahua continued to say.

"And Sister Jinxi didn't come back with the master that time, and I never saw Sister Jinxi again. Later, Brother Fang Hao told me that Sister Jinxi was dead.

"Although the master didn't say it, I knew that the master was unhappy. I asked the master if that man bullied the master, but the master said no. It must be that man who bullied the master. I told the master that I wanted to go out and help the master beat up that man, but the master wouldn't let me go out. He also told me to never leave the Demon Realm.

"About thirteen years ago, the master came back once and then didn't come back for several years. Ten years ago, when I just cultivated into a half-human, half-fox form, that was the last time the master came back.

"The master is much thinner than the last time he came back, and his face is very pale. The master released me from the contract with her.

"The master said a lot to me that day. She told me not to look for her and to stay in the Demon Palace. That was the first time I disobeyed the master. I rejected the master and hugged her and refused to let her go. I always felt that if I let her go, I would never see her again."

Perhaps it was because Mo Xinglan's face was too similar to her master's, or perhaps after so many years she could finally pour out all this, so she blurted it all out.

She smiled bitterly: "The master couldn't persuade me. I didn't let go until she told me that she would come back. Then the master left.

"I waited for a long time but my master didn't come back. I planned to secretly leave the Demon Realm and go to Hualing to find my master. But, I just walked onto the teleportation array and I lost consciousness. When I woke up, I found that my soul had left my body and couldn't return to it.

“I woke up that night, and when I saw the little human girl I wanted to scare her, but I didn’t know she was so timid.

"Later, I saw that she always came to the bathroom alone. I wanted to scare her, but there was always a strong pressure around her. I didn't dare to move."

Today she discovered that the pressure did not come from the little girl, so she had the courage to scare her, but she was caught red-handed.

After hearing this, Mo Xinglan's face turned gloomy and he didn't say anything for a long time.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Huahua cautiously spoke again: "Well, um, can I ask you a question?"

He swallowed his nonexistent saliva and whispered, "You, why do you look so much like my master? Are you related to her?"

She had never seen anyone in the Demon Realm who looked so much like her master.

Mo Xinglan raised his eyes and looked at her calmly. He did not answer her words and said coldly, "If you dare to scare her or speak rudely to her again, you will not have to live."

"No, no, no, no, no, no." Huahua was so scared that her soul was shaking, but she still asked bravely, "Can you please tell me where my master is?"

"……died."

Huahua was slightly stunned when she heard the answer, but she didn't seem to be very shocked. She just lowered her head and said nothing more.

Even though she knew this would be the result, she still held on to a glimmer of hope.

Mo Xinglan's expression was calm as he removed the evil spirit that was wrapped around her. He raised his hand and touched her forehead, and her soul trembled slightly and gradually dissipated.

"?"

Huahua sensed something and looked up at him in disbelief. She opened her mouth but disappeared before she could say anything.

In the empty bathroom, mist was floating, and it was especially quiet tonight.

Mo Xinglan stood in the bathtub, his eyes lowered expressionlessly, not moving a muscle.

He only took off his shoes, and his clothes and the hair on his back were soaked and stuck to his body.

After an unknown amount of time, the water in the pool turned cold, and he submerged himself in the water and never came out.

Time passed slowly, and it seemed like a long time had passed before the girl's anxious voice came from a daze.

Then the body seemed to be lifted up by something.

Time goes back to a quarter of an hour ago.

Chujiu returned to the house and saw that Mo Xinglan had not come back yet. He hesitated whether to go and see how he talked with the little fox named Huahua. But he felt awkward and didn't want to go.

While hesitating, Piao Miao suddenly said that Mo Xinglan wanted to commit suicide.

Her heart trembled and she used her spiritual power to rush over. Instead of seeing Huahua, she saw him holding himself in the water.

He seemed to be drowning himself in the water.

He was quickly pulled out.

After pulling him out of the water, he was still afraid. He grabbed his wet clothes and yelled, "Mo Xinglan, do you want to die so badly?"

Tears fell before I could finish my words.

She was so frightened that her heart was still beating wildly.

Mo Xinglan frowned, breathing rapidly, and said softly: "...I'm sorry."

"You..." The angry words were choked on his lips as soon as they came out.

Just because I saw him looking so sad.

What else can she say?

He seldom shows his emotions, especially when he is sad. Every time he shows them, it is when he really can't hold it in any longer.

Chujiu choked with sobs and grabbed his collar tightly with both hands, and finally let go. She buried her head and murmured in tears: "Isn't it good to live a good life? Even if it's for..."

After pausing, she curled the corners of her mouth in self-mockery and stopped talking.

What right does she have to ask him to live for her?

She sniffed, sighed, and helped him stand up slowly: "I'll wait for you outside the screen."

The conversation turned to the outside of the screen.

Mo Xinglan slowly stood up, silently took off his clothes, quickly finished his bath, put on a bathrobe and walked out.

Seeing the girl’s red and swollen eyes made me feel distressed and guilty.

She was obviously a lively and cheerful girl, but he always made her angry and made her cry.

His lips trembled and he spoke in a very soft voice: "Jiu'er, I..."

"Let's go back to the room." Chujiu interrupted softly and walked out of the bathroom.

She knew what he was going to say, but she wouldn't forgive him so easily this time.

What did he think of his life? Just throwing it away whenever he wanted?

He had clearly said before that there would not be a next time and that he would live well for her. He had clearly also repeatedly said that he did not want her to leave, but now he could leave her to die alone. What did he think of her?

Everything you said is bullshit!

Mo Xinglan was slightly stunned and followed.

Along the way, neither of them spoke a word, they just walked quietly, one in front and one behind.

Back in the room, Chujiu still didn't say a word. He climbed onto the bed and got under the quilt, leaving his back to him.

Mo Xinglan paused for a moment and then silently went to bed, but did not lie down to sleep.

His dim eyes flickered and he glanced sideways at the girl's head under the quilt.

"Is there nothing you need me to do?"