Morning Star

Chapter 281 I only fly with my master

In fact, when the Great Elder was looking at him just now, he was also looking at the Great Elder. Now when he heard the Great Elder asking, he clasped his fists and nodded humbly and politely: "Junior Mo Xinglan greets the Great Elder."

"Mo..." The elder's eyes were filled with disbelief, "You, your father is Mo Lingfan?"

"That's right." His expression remained unchanged.

Upon hearing this, the Great Elder was so excited that he seemed to burst into tears. Overjoyed, he stretched out his hands and excitedly grasped Mo Xinglan's shoulders, looking him up and down carefully.

Mo Xinglan frowned but didn't push away.

Fang Hao, who was standing by, was startled by the Great Elder's actions and exclaimed in surprise. Seeing that Mo Xinglan didn't care, he could only watch silently without saying anything.

After taking a look, the elder raised his head and stared at Mo Xinglan with tears in his eyes and a smile on his face: "Eighteen years have passed. It will be eighteen years in the blink of an eye. Finally, finally... My good child, I have made you suffer all these years."

Mo Xinglan had a calm expression.

Suddenly, the great elder bent his knees, clasped his fists, and knelt on one knee on the ground: "Young Master..."

"No! Get up quickly."

Mo Xinglan was startled by his action and quickly supported his hands, trying to help him stand up. However, he had no strength because of his wounds, and the elder insisted on kneeling on the ground, so he couldn't help him up. He bent over and pulled the wounds on his body, which hurt.

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, his face turned pale, and his hands that were holding the great elder were shaking.

Fang Hao thought to himself that this was not good, so he quickly put down Little Pomegranate, stepped forward quickly, held the Great Elder's hand and pulled him up, but received an angry glare from the Great Elder.

He could only sigh and say, "If you want to kneel, my master will help you. If you kneel, you will kneel, but you will make my master's injuries worse. You must pay for this, double the amount."

The Great Elder was stunned after hearing this, and ignored him. He quickly stood up and looked at Mo Xinglan worriedly: "Injured? Is it serious? How serious is the injury? Who hurt you?"

Who the hell has the guts to hurt their little master? I'll beat him to death.

Mo Xinglan withdrew his hand and smiled: "No problem."

Then he changed the subject: "Great Elder, please lead the way."

The great elder was stunned for a moment, then he slapped his thigh and responded, "Look at my memory. Come on, I'll lead the way for you."

After saying that, he turned around and led the two people towards the village.

Mo Xinglan followed closely behind. Fang Hao picked up Little Pomegranate and followed.

Little Pomegranate's big watery eyes were still staring at Mo Xinglan's back.

Fang Hao noticed that Xiao Shiliu's eyes were always on Mo Xinglan, and he felt helpless, but he still had a little idea. He took a few quick steps and walked side by side with Mo Xinglan.

After spending this time with Mo Xinglan, he concluded that their little lord did not really care about these relationships of superiority and inferiority.

In the past, when the First Lord was alive, although he and his elder sister called each other the First Lord on the surface, they did not care about the master-servant relationship unless it was in a formal occasion, and they were like a family in private.

When he first met this young master, he was not clear about his temperament, so he behaved respectfully and humbly. Now that he understands him a little better, he has become bolder.

Mo Xinglan could always feel Xiao Shiliu's undisguised gaze.

He glanced at Fang Hao and Xiao Shiliu and said nothing.

I don’t know if it’s because Mo Xinglan looks too harmless or if Xiao Shiliu is not shy, but her two dark eyes never moved away from Mo Xinglan’s gaze.

Fang Hao looked at Mo Xinglan for a while, then at Xiao Shiliu. Seeing that Mo Xinglan only glanced at him without changing his expression, Fang Hao thought that Mo Xinglan didn't like children, and felt a little frustrated.

Then he quickly thought of a reason and just happened to remember the flamingo that the little master gave him yesterday.

So he held the little pomegranate in one hand and waved his sleeves with the other.

Chi Feng had a quarrel with him before, and he was unhappy so he locked Chi Feng up and put her in his sleeve, which he happened to carry with him.

Chi Feng felt that the restraints on his body had finally disappeared, and he flew out from Fang Hao's sleeves with a whoosh.

Seeing Mo Xinglan rushing towards him, he shouted aggrievedly: "Master - Master, he locked me up and wouldn't let me out."

Mo Xinglan glanced at it, then looked at Fang Hao, and said nothing.

Fang Hao turned his eyes away guiltily and explained quickly: "My Lord, it was very noisy before, and it didn't listen to advice and flew around everywhere. I really couldn't lock it up."

"You are the one flying around. I just want to find my master." Chi Feng retorted.

Mo Xinglan was too lazy to pay attention to them.

At this time, the great elder who was walking one step ahead saw the Moltres and exclaimed: "Ninth-level Moltres!"

The ninth-level flame bird is equivalent to the strength of a late-stage Heavenly Spirit Realm cultivator. Moreover, the flame bird is rare and quite special. It usually lives in seclusion in the mountains and forests, and is rarely seen, let alone the ninth-level one. Moreover, it can already speak human language. And it speaks so fluently, it can be seen that it usually speaks a lot.

Of course, this is all thanks to the ninth day of the first lunar month.

At first, Chi Feng could only transmit sound, and it spoke two or three words at a time. Later, after Chu Jiu's constant verbal attacks, it gradually became able to speak directly without transmitting sound, and it became more and more fluent.

When Chi Feng heard the great elder's exclamation, he immediately became arrogant: "Humph, you are surprised by what you have seen."

Little Pomegranate's eyes, which had been on Mo Xinglan, were immediately attracted by the appearance of Chi Feng.

"Wow! A talking little bird. It's so beautiful and bright red." She spoke in a baby voice with sparkling eyes.

Chi Feng glanced at Little Pomegranate and said, "Foolish human child, I only made my body smaller. If I were to return to my original size, I would scare you to death. You are not enough to fill my teeth."

Little Pomegranate groaned again: "You can still get bigger!"

"Huh, that's right."

"Wow! You are amazing."

"Hmph, you're smart." Chi Feng raised his head, and the words "I'm awesome" were almost written on his eyes.

Fang Hao on the side looked at him with disdain.

Not only could it, a monster that had lived for hundreds of years, talk to a child, but it also acted pretentiously because of a word of praise from the child.

The Great Elder also found it strange.

Mo Xinglan was not surprised.

There were many times when it quarreled with Chujiu. But it was always defeated by Chujiu, and was used as a laborer by Chujiu. In the end, it could only complain to him in a hurry, but he definitely helped Chujiu.

Little Pomegranate was almost clapping with both hands, eyes sparkling: "Wow! Then can you take me flying?"

"No." It rejected very quickly, without hesitation.

Little Pomegranate's expectant expression froze for a moment, then suddenly dropped. She buried her face in Fang Hao's neck aggrievedly and stopped talking.

Chi Feng didn't look at her, so he didn't notice it yet, and continued arrogantly: "I only take my master flying."

Of course, there is also that woman, the woman who thinks about flirting with her master all day long, the woman who verbally attacks him every day. Humph!

Mo Xinglan ignored it.

Fang Hao rolled his eyes at it and said, "You are only useful when you are with the human race and the demon race. You are no longer useful to me when I come to the Demon Realm."