"On the subway? It doesn't feel safe."

Mo Yun's eyes froze.

The train just happened to stop at the station and the door of the car slowly opened.

He simply stood up and walked out of the carriage quickly.

After walking out of the subway station, there was only one minute left.

Mo Yun looked around the streets and saw a milk tea shop called "Beihai".

He walked in quickly.

"Hello, what do you need?"

Behind the yellow wooden bar was a young girl who looked about twenty years old, wearing a black and white skirt-style work clothes, asking gently.

"A cup of bubble tea."

"Okay, please wait."

Mo Yun nodded, sat down beside him, leaned gently on the back of the chair, and looked out the window of the milk tea shop.

The streets were full of traffic and a lively scene.

But these scenes soon became blurred, and then they rotated and rose, like dancing butterflies, flying into the depths in front of Mo Yun's eyes, and soon a cold and warm darkness completely enveloped him.

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"Mr. Mo, Mr. Mo."

"The time is here."

A gentle call woke Mo Yun up.

He felt his consciousness pouring into his body like a warm water flow, and then the darkness slowly faded away, and he opened his eyes.

In front of me was a young woman in plain white brocade clothes, looking about seventeen or eighteen years old. A lilac belt outlined her extremely slender waist, and a pair of smart eyes stared at him. In a trance, a fragrance of books seemed to spread.

Mo Yun didn't say anything. He looked around and found himself lying on a wooden bed covered with soft and thick quilts, which was very comfortable to lie down.

This is a luxuriously decorated room.

There was a red carpet on the ground, and a wisp of smoke slowly floated on the wooden table in the corner of the wall.

But what attracted his special attention was that there was no furniture and utensils in this room that looked modern, the tables, chairs and benches were all made of wood, there was no TV, no air conditioning, and even electric lights were not visible.

The only source of lighting comes from several red candles lit on the wooden table.

“Isn’t this modern?”

Combined with the name the woman in front of him, he was suddenly shocked.

Mo Yun's eyes became solemn.

"Young Master? What are you thinking?"

Seeing that he didn't speak, the woman bent down respectfully and reminded softly: "When you clean up, we should set off... The car outside is still waiting for you. Today is the penultimate day for the villa to ask the disciples to return."

It would be fine if she didn't bend down. When she bent down, her slightly open collar was facing Mo Yun.

She has a very good figure, thin waist, long legs, and full muscles. She is obviously a person who exercises regularly.

"knew."

Mo Yun looked away without hesitation and slowly stood up.

He immediately discovered the problem after this movement.

My body seems to be particularly light and agile.

Compared to the real world, his current state seems to be closer to his self in the world of phytological disease.

Moreover, he could feel that there seemed to be a light and cold force in his body flowing slowly, coming out of the dantian position in the lower abdomen and wandering throughout his body.

"What kind of world is this?"

Mo Yun was slightly surprised. After he stood up, he immediately saw a long knife with a black scabbard in a corner by the window. The hilt was snow-white, and a red pendant hung on the hilt.

After seeing his eyes, the woman immediately walked to the corner of the wall, carefully held the long knife in her hand, then held it respectfully with both hands and bent down to present it.

Mo Yun took the long sword and felt the long-lost sense of familiarity, and couldn't help but feel a little relieved.

Because he knew nothing about the world at this moment and had no useful memory in his mind, he implemented the principle of saying too much and making mistakes, and tried to speak as little as possible and speak less.

Combined with what the woman said before, he had a plan in his mind.

First of all, we need to understand what kind of world this is.

He looked at the woman:

"Don't hurry to go back, I'm going out for a walk first."

"Yes, young master."

The woman bent slightly and turned around to open the door.

"call--"

A gust of cold wind blew into the room, and the temperature in the whole room suddenly dropped, as if it was entering an ice cellar.

The snow particles were mixed with the northwest wind and blew into the room, turning into a piece of ice crystal.

Mo Yun's expression stagnated. He was about to subconsciously retract, but he found that the energy flowing in his body turned into a warm current and walked all over his body, causing his body to immediately return to normal temperature. At the same time, the energy also automatically protected the exposed head and hands, making him almost unable to feel the cold.

He looked at the woman beside him and found that she was curled up slightly, her thin brocade clothes were like summer clothes, which could not stop the cold at all.

But although she was trembling, she didn't dare to show it. She just stood quietly by, her eyebrows and eyes drooped, as if waiting for herself to walk out.

Mo Yun turned around and looked at the mink coat hanging in the room.

"Take it over." He pointed to the coat behind him.

"yes."

The woman immediately turned around, took off her coat gently, held it in her hand, and walked back.

"Put it on." Mo Yun said.

"What?" the woman was stunned, then lowered her head, "Rong'er dared not, this is the young master's clothes."

It turns out that her name is Rong'er.

Mo Yun glanced at Rong'er thoughtfully.

"If someone else sees me, I may say that I will squeeze my maid and be indifferent."

"I'm sorry, young master, I'm not thinking well." Rong'er lowered her head to apologize, then carefully put on her black coat, and gently, as if she was afraid of getting dirty.

After seeing Rong'er put on her coat, Mo Yun felt a little convinced.

He is the kind of person who feels uncomfortable when he sees others uncomfortable.

It is precisely because of his strong empathy that he has the confidence to become a writer.

He didn't think he had any talent, and he was probably mediocre in writing. Compared with those great writers, he had nothing to show off.

But the only thing he is confident in is his ability to empathize.

Make the people around you feel comfortable and their own mood will also become happy.

Mo Yun looked up at the sky casually after turning his eyes away from Rong'er.

His fists were immediately clenched and almost exclaimed.

"How is it possible..."

He looked at the distant deep blue sky above his head in shock, feeling that his worldview had been greatly impacted. Fortunately, Rong'er next to him lowered her head and did not see his almost disobedient expression.

The sky here is at least five times higher than the real world.

The low sky in the real world, and the sky here is like a comparison between a bungalow and a skyscraper. He even suspected that the high altitude flight in the real world is just a low altitude flight here.

The towering sky brought him a great sense of oppression and impact.

Just looking at the sky made him feel as small as an ant.

The dark blue sky has no flaws, it is as pure as a piece of clean and transparent blue crystal.

There was a gray-white dark cloud above the sky, and snowflakes were rotating and falling, falling on their faces, but they didn't feel cold, they just felt refreshed.

"Young Master?" Rong'er asked softly.

"Well, let's go."

Mo Yun then recovered, suppressed the shock in his heart, and walked out of the yard slowly.

Outside the courtyard gate is a quiet path. There are long corridors on both sides of the path, courtyards, and walking voices, playful sounds and talking. The surrounding courtyard is deep.
Chapter completed!