Immemorial War God

The screen in front of him suddenly exploded, and rushed forward, Mo Feng's eyes turned serious, his body did not move, and the screen that was rushing over was instantly shattered by the Qi!    

"Boom!"    

The broken pieces landed, only to see the Xin'er playing crazily, like a madman, trying to take back the life of the listeners.    

"Tai!" With a loud shout, the Xin'er stopped playing the zither. Both of her hands rested on the zither, and she saw that her two slender fingers were covered with scars.    

"Is this how you train the things I've taught you?" Seeing Qin'er like that, Mo Feng's heart ached, and he shouted coldly. Xin'er's movements froze, both of his hands started to tremble, he slowly raised his head, looking out from the messy hair, at Mo Feng's sloppy appearance, his eyes were filled with disbelief.    

"You!" He opened his mouth carefully, his heart trembling in fear that he had mistaken him for someone else.    

"Xin'er, what made you lose your mind?" Seeing Xin'er in such a sorry state, Mo Feng shook her head and walked over.    

"Mo, Mo Feng!" Hearing these words, Xin'er was certain that it was Mo Feng. She immediately rushed over to Mo Feng and hugged him tightly.    

"Wuwuwu!"    

Xin'er hugged Mo Feng tightly and started sobbing in his arms. Mo Feng's body stiffened, he did not know how Xin'er had become like this after not even being with him for a month, and then he caressed Xin'er's hair.    

"Don't cry, don't cry. Didn't I come back already?" sobbed for a long time before he finally left his embrace. Mo Feng looked at the wet patch on his chest and felt helpless.    

"Xin'er, what's wrong with you?"    

Mo Feng asked as he wiped away the remaining tears at the corner of Xin'er's eyes.    

"I thought you were dead," Xin'er looked at Mo Feng and bit her lips.    

"Dead?" Mo Feng was startled, he had only disappeared for a month, how did he die? After hurriedly returning from the Yang Qing Ya, Mo Feng did not have the leisure to listen to these discussions.    

When Xin'er saw the astonishment on Mo Feng's face, her beautiful eyes widened. Could it be that she didn't know anything? His heart was filled with helplessness as he knew that he had a big heart, so he could only pull Mo Feng to sit and talk about what had happened during this period of time.    

"Zou elder." When Mo Feng heard the warm feeling that shot through his heart when he came to the other side of the barrier, he focused on him. It was easy to imagine how he felt at the moment of his "death".    

"Along the way, I've killed many people who wanted to kill me, yet even their Starchild's Realm were unable to take my life. How could I die so easily?" Mo Feng stroked Xin'er's hair and smiled. Xin'er rolled her eyes at Mo Feng, and suddenly sat away uncomfortably, her beautiful face turning red. When she first saw Mo Feng, she was too agitated, and did not realize how intimate her movements and Mo Feng had become.    

Seeing Xin'er's beautiful face turn scarlet red as she sat down, the corners of Mo Feng's mouth rose up in a sinister smile, and she said:    

"Xin'er, are you sad to hear the news of my death? Although my charm is great, you definitely can't worry so much about me. I don't want to hurt a girl's heart. "    

"Pei, who's sad!" Xin'er snorted at Mo Feng, seeing how Mo Feng looked at her with a mischievous smile, she dodged the question, then lowered her head and rubbed the corner of his clothes, and said:    

"What you've told me sounds very powerful, but you're already dead. How would I know if what you've taught me is true or false. What if the fake I want to find you for compensation doesn't even have one!"    

Mo Feng shook his head and laughed, he really did not know how to lie.    

"Since that's the case, you can start cultivating now that I'm here."    

Xin'er's tender body froze, she raised her head and looked at Mo Feng, and saw that he was still smiling mischievously, and snorted unhappily.    

"Ignore you."    

The mischievous smile on Mo Feng's lips turned into a smile.    

"Alright, alright, I won't stay here for too long. I'll teach you a little bit more," Mo Feng did not continue to joke with the Xin'er, instead he continued to teach the Xin'er a few interesting things, while at the same time trying to resolve his confusion.    

Xin'er listened attentively, memorizing every word Mo Feng said in his heart, like a student attentively listening to a lecture.    

"You should comprehend it properly. There's no need to rush."    

After half a day, Mo Feng rubbed Xin'er's head, he stood up and walked into the room. His eyes turned and then he frowned, he did not see the tiger-dog.    

"Where's the tiger-dog?" Mo Feng turned to look at Xin'er and asked.    

Xin'er was still deep in her thoughts, but when she heard Mo Feng's words, she turned her head in shock. She looked towards the location of the tiger-dog, then her beautiful eyes widened, as if she had only realized at this moment that the tiger-dog was already gone.    

He suddenly stood up and rushed over to Mo Feng's side, looking all around for the figure of the tiger-dog. Mo Feng saw that a black line had appeared on his forehead, the tiger-dog is right in your room.    

"The tiger-dog was clearly here, why is it gone!" Xin'er's eyes were wide open in disbelief. Mo Feng's forehead was covered in more and more black lines.    

Xin'er suddenly turned her head to look at Mo Feng.    

"The tiger-dog must have been stolen by someone else. Don't worry, I will definitely get it back!" Xin'er promised solemnly, turned and ran out of the room.    

Mo Feng helplessly shook his head at the eager figure of the Xin'er. Anyone who dared to steal from the Red Dust Inn must have a powerful background and strength. He sat down and poured himself a cup of tea, tasting it, Mo Feng frowned, the tea in his mouth was bitter, the Xin'er had been dejected and in this period of time, the tea was already bitter.    

An hour later, Xin'er returned with an ashen face.    

"What's wrong?" Mo Feng asked. Xin'er took a few deep breaths and then coldly said:    

"The tiger-dog was stolen by Wang Yi Fei."    

"Wang Yi Fei?" Mo Feng frowned. The Xin'er slightly nodded and continued.    

"Wang Yi Fei is Wang Yanqing's older brother. He was the one who took a photo of the Starchild's Realm two days ago and stole the tiger-dog."    

"Wang Yanqing's brother." A cold light flashed across Mo Feng's eyes. No matter who it was, if they dared to set their sights on him, then this matter would never end.    

"Where is he?"    

"Talking about the Dao in Leisurely Cloud Restaurant." The Xin'er was startled and replied. When she saw Mo Feng's face, she knew what Mo Feng wanted to do. The power that the Wang Family had was not small, but after thinking about it, what was Mo Feng afraid of before? Moreover, in terms of background, who would dare to compete with him.    

"Let's go!"    

Mo Feng walked out, causing the Xin'er to shake her head helplessly. Seeing Mo Feng's back that was about to follow, he was suddenly shocked and immediately shouted:    

"Hey, hey, wait a minute, you still haven't …"    

Before he even finished speaking, Mo Feng was no longer there. Xin'er laughed bitterly, he was gone with such a sloppy appearance, not afraid of being laughed at.    

"Shua!"    

With a movement of his body, he could only follow along.