EBE Chapter 392: And then?
Chapter 392: And then?
The second guardian elder looked at the scene in bewilderment.
It's because I'm too old, my imagination and acceptance are not good enough.
I didn't understand why I went from chasing the murderer to dancing, nor did I understand why I suddenly started to fall to the ground while dancing.
Wasn’t it just the thrilling part of revealing one’s identity? How come it became like this in the blink of an eye?
The Chief must still be sane...right?
The guardian elder saw that Mo Huaizun's face was in a state of panic, and he was stubbornly chasing the little bit of gold and fire that was about to disappear. No matter how he looked at it, it looked like he was chasing after his Taoist partner who ran away on his wedding night.
Oh, how could she think of Mo Huaizun like this.
The guardian elder quickly shook off these messy imaginations and his expression returned to seriousness.
It's impossible. The chief of their family has been clear-headed, calm, sharp and intelligent since he was a child. At such a young age, he can handle many affairs on behalf of the drunkard leader.
Not only that, but he was also able to rapidly increase his cultivation while engaging in a battle of wits and courage with the dissatisfied elders of the Council of Elders, ultimately leaving them speechless.
We have to admit that some people are born to climb to the top, and some people are born at the top.
To this day, everyone may not know who the leader is, but they definitely know who the chief is.
Mo Huaizun is this "chosen one" that only appears once in a thousand years.
The guardian elder was the chief fanatical solo pusher. After thinking about it, she quickly put her doubts and worries into her pocket and was full of confidence.
It’s not a big problem. The chief must have discovered something serious, which is why he lost his composure.
At the same time, Mo Huaizun was chasing Zhu Jiu at a rapid speed, and the two of them fell to the ground from the sky like meteors.
Xingjun squinted and said, "What the hell, are you two playing Blue Life and Death?"
Zhu Jiu looked at Mo Huaizun who was trying hard to catch up with him and smiled, "I don't know, but this guy is quite interesting. He dances so excitedly. He doesn't look like the image in the rumors."
Xingjun: “…”
Some people have no idea how good they are at picking up people.
Xing Jun was silent for a moment, then reminded seriously: "Throwing objects from high places will result in complaints."
Zhu Jiu leisurely changed his posture in the air, crossed his legs, and rested his head on his head with his fingers crossed. He said nonchalantly, "I am a soul, not an object. I can't kill people by smashing them."
"As for him, this downward trend has not stopped, and the height has created a thousand-meter-deep pit."
Xingjun was puzzled, "Then why don't you hide?"
Their current landing posture is mostly with the man on top and the woman on the bottom, landing together.
Zhu Jiu raised his lips and smiled: "No, isn't this exciting? It will be more interesting if I disappear when he thinks he has caught me."
Xingjun: “…”
He was speechless and looked at scum with a look.
So, love will disappear, right? You have already forgotten the peace by the Jialan Lake and the sweetness of being alone in an empty room, right?
Before Zhu Jiu became entangled with a man, he had never imagined that his own Youyou was so philanthropic.
Xingjun pondered for a moment and felt that this was a good idea. If he liked someone enough, he could just change her. Youyou's happiness was more important than anything else, and there was less risk of being dumped by a scumbag.
Once the mentality changes, the gossipy heart that wants to watch the fun starts to burn. Don’t mention it, it’s quite romantic.
A little bit of messy golden hair blown by the strong wind was reflected by the last sparks, and then dissipated in the night sky like the afterglow of dusk.
It was pitch black in front of me, with no light at all.
Mo Huaizun's heart felt like there was a fatal hole in it, empty and cold.
But it didn't matter, he could still feel her presence ahead.
Mo Huaizun's heart, which used to be stable, was now in turmoil. No one had ever been unpredictable, hard to see through, or impossible to understand. He had everything, but today he had lost his footing.
He had forgotten his original intention and was completely controlled by obsession and desire. The further Zhu Jiu moved away and the more out of his control, the more he wanted to hold on to her tightly and see her true face.
This thought turned into a sharp ruthlessness, like a phantom and sharp gun, piercing his heart.
Mo Huaizun once again stimulated the spiritual power in his dantian, and he ignored the pain from the crazy impact on his meridians.
At the extremely fast speed, the figure flashed by like a flickering phantom.
The Tai Yan Chain Soul Seal was summoned to its extreme. His soul was not as strong and solid as Chu Yi's, and could not withstand such a violent drive. His soul and body felt a sharp pain as if they were being torn apart.
Mo Huaizun forgot about it.
There was a barren cliff below. After a fall that seemed very long but was actually only a few breaths, Zhu Jiu's soul fell to the ground lightly like a feather.
She raised her eyes and saw a hurricane. She saw Mo Huaizun, with wild eyes, pursed his lips and rushed towards her like a meteor from the sky.
Mo Huaizun stretched out his hand and held her, pouring all his rich soul power into her without caring about his life, like a gambler.
Touching that coldness again, his heart was filled.
There was a huge roar in their ears, and the overflowing speed energy carried them deeper and deeper into the ground.
During this period, Mo Huaizun's expanding mind did not allow him to think too much. He just used every corner of his body to hook Zhu Jiu based on instinct.
He held Zhu Jiu's wrists tightly and put them behind her back, hugging her tightly even though she was invisible, with his long legs slightly bent and wrapped around her legs.
There was pain everywhere, a buzzing sound, and the soil was flying around, isolated from the invisible energy.
Blood was flowing from Mo Huaizun's lips, but he smiled with determination, as if everything was under his control in the end and there were no unexpected changes.
He leaned on Zhu Jiu's cold shoulder and said in a hoarse and low voice, "I caught you, escaped soul."
It seemed to be a counterattack against what Zhu Jiu had said earlier about the "person who is moved".
How could he lose?
He won't lose.
"Yeah, you caught me." Zhu Jiu smiled tolerantly, teasing a little, "What a deep hug, do you guys from Jueya not hesitate to do it yourself to catch people?"
Mo Huaizun was stunned, and then his mind calmed down. He realized that the two of them fit together almost perfectly, one cold and one hot. The image of her curves in his mind was so graceful.
So much so that my whole body feels hot just by imagining it.
Was it him who did such a rude thing?
"Feel sorry."
Mo Huaizun was like a cat with its tail burned by fire. The burning heat burned his body and mind, turning his neck red.
He forced himself to distance himself from her, restrained himself, and hugged her loosely, but still held Zhu Jiu's wrist tightly, as if he was afraid that Zhu Jiu would disappear again.
After doing all this, the speed at which the two men continued to smash into the ground had decayed to zero.
The surroundings became quiet, quieter than the wild hills and darker than the night.
You could hear a pin drop, and all that remained was Mo Huaizun's suppressed breathing and rapid heartbeat.
Mo Huaizun even felt that the blood flowing in his veins was surging and boiling with an astonishing momentum.
——Perhaps it’s because the soul in my arms is too cold and quiet.
She had no breath, no heartbeat, no face.
She was like invisible air, with only the cold, solid feeling of the clenched fist in her hand to indicate her presence.
Mo Huaizun suddenly remembered what outsiders said about him:
"Not being carried away by emotions and always staying calm are the keys to Mo Huaizun's success."
Whenever he is in a negotiation, the situation always ends up being like the polarization of an iceberg and molten lava. One side is red-faced and hysterical, while the other side remains calm, neither hurried nor slow, and every word is as sharp as a knife.
In his personal opinion, loss of control has always been regarded as the beginning of failure.
So, at this moment, in the thousand-meter-deep pit, Mo Huaizun finally realized that he was the one who lost control from beginning to end.
He still didn't even know who she was or what she looked like.
Mo Huaizun forced himself to suppress all emotions and thought of his original purpose. Success is the result of hard work, and the means and process are another matter.
Things are not beyond imagination yet.
Mo Huaizun held Zhu Jiu's wrists tightly with one hand, propped up his body, and with the other fingertips, a flame ignited and pressed against Zhu Jiu's face.
When it was about to touch, Zhu Jiu turned his face to the side, just like when the paper was suddenly pulled away while he was writing, and only a golden line was revealed.
At the end of the golden thread is a small ear and some loose hair, which is bright and dazzling, very much like her.
Zhu Jiu sighed, "Does it really matter who I am? I just treated that Seventeenth Prince and Chu Ge to two glasses of wine. Is it worth it for Chief Jueya to come and arrest me personally?"
"You'll make me suspect that you have other feelings for me..."
Xingjun rubbed his hands excitedly and watched the two interacting. They started, started, and started talking nonsense again.
Mo Huaizun's fingers suddenly stopped because of the last two words, and the fire at his fingertips trembled as if he was stressed.
Zhu Jiu chuckled with an ambiguous meaning, and then said: "I am talking about the love between mother and son."
“Humans will gradually forget their past lovers and friends, but they will never seem to forget the initial bond of family affection, no matter whether the trace is painful or happy.”
“The former always tries to make up for past deficiencies, while the latter always hopes to trace the past.”
"They are very persistent and deep-rooted, just like you are to me. You can see that you have developed a motherly feeling for me."
Mo Huaizun: “…”
The bunch of forced nonsense silenced Mo Huaizun.
Xingjun felt helpless chasing Zhujiu alone.
Zhu Jiu bent his index finger and drew on the back of Mo Huaizun's hand, so lightly that Mo Huaizun felt a little itchy, and that itch kept drilling into his heart.
He heard her say sadly: "If Chief Mo calls me mother, maybe I will think of my dead child, feel compassion, and tell you everything."
Mo Huaizun was slightly stunned, his mind inexplicably circling around the word "child". He felt that this was not the point, he knew that this woman was talking nonsense.
Mo Huaizun suppressed a strange impulse and responded indifferently: "Father's love is deep and tolerant, and he will always forgive his children's mistakes. If you call me father, maybe I will let you go."
Isn’t it just “nonsense”? Haha, Mo Huaizun is not panicked.
"Really?" Zhu Jiu said with joy, "Father~ Is that so? Father~ Let me go, Father~"
"Father, please say something~"
The joyful and deliberately sweet voice surrounded the three bodies, like a rope strangling a person's neck.
Mo Huaizun was stunned: "..."
It was hard to imagine such a confused and shocked expression on this face.
Xingjun was already laughing so hard that he almost choked. "Oh my god, I am dying of laughter. Let's give this serious boy a little shock from a pervert!"
"He called out, and then what? Why don't you let go? The dignified Chief of Jueya won't break his promise, right~" Zhu Jiu said sadly.