*This chapter contains obvious plots. Do not enter if you don’t like it. You can avoid it and do not affect it.

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In the camp where Mo Ran was located, the boy in black brought hot water to wash his feet.

Mo Ran slowly took off his boots on his feet, his eyes filled with worries.

"The adoptive father learned about that man's affairs and was very worried." The boy in black poured water into the basin and wiped his hands, lowered his head and squatted in front of Mo Ran to remove his boots and socks.

The man with ink clothes and cloud patterns narrowed his eyes: "My junior sister has not had much time, but I don't know."

The young man watched him put his feet into the basin and added some hot water into the basin. "Since that man would not tell you, how could the adoptive father know?"

Mo Ran closed his eyes and calmed down, looking down at the water in the basin without saying a word.

The boy sat on the thick wooden bench in front of Mo Ran, and removed his boots and socks and put his feet into the basin and immersed them in hot water.

Mo Ran noticed the noise outside the tent. "Why are there so many people surrounded outside the tent?"

Mo Yiran stepped on Mo Ran's instep in the basin and replied after hearing this: "I just went to fetch water, and forgot to put on my mask on my face. They followed me all the way."

The man in ink clothes and cloud patterns was stunned when he heard this, and looked up at the beautiful face of the young man in front of him.

Mo Yiran's eyebrows showed a little disgustedness and said inadvertently: "I guess they mistaken me for a girl."

Mo Ran: "They just got crazy and thought that they hadn't had time to think about whether you were a man or a woman."

But Mo Yiran looked up at the man in front of him.

"Do you know..." Mo Ran's expression became solemn again, and he sighed slightly and said, "The Gu raised by Yun Xiao... is a Gu that exchanges his life for life... The Gu is already connected to his life and cannot be removed, but if it continues to be raised, the time when the Gu is completed will be the time for him to die."

Mo Yiran was half confused and half confused: "That's what he wanted to do... He wanted to raise a Gu to save his master." The young man looked up at Mo Ran: "Don't he also want to save that person?"

Mo Ran was silent.

"No one has ever developed the Immortal Gu... Even the Yin-Yang Gu in his body is rare in the world... I have only seen it in the hands of Master Gu Lao."

The young man continued: "So no one knows what will happen after the Yin-Yang Gu finally penetrates his heart meridian."

Mo Ran nodded: "He must have died without a doubt, but no one knows whether there are any other heavier consequences in addition to this."

The young man bowed his head: "It is possible that he lost his life and was unable to refine the Gu in the end."

The eyes of the man in ink clothes and cloud patterns were silent.

It's late at night.

The ground is full of light outside the tent, and the moon is about to be full.

Mo Ran and him lay side by side on the couch in the tent, closing their eyes and sounding.

"There is a way to save his life... When the Gu is completed, you can take him back to Liancheng."

The boy lay beside him and slowly opened his eyes when he heard this: "Why did I take him back?"

Mo Ran turned to look at him, a little, stretched out his hand, and pointed his finger through the dark hair of the boy beside him, and gently held him in his arms: "Because I am your enemy, and he is your relative."

The young man narrowed his eyes and said, "Are you talking about Mo Yiranqu, or Ru Yanli?"

Mo Ran looked straight at him and said warmly: "I'm talking about you."

The boy looked back at him and his heart ached slightly.

The next moment, he curled up and buried his head in Mo Ran's arms in a muffled voice. "I am you now... I understand your heart, feel what you suffer, relieve your worries, and feel what you feel."

He reached out and hugged him, but Mo Yiran finally said, "I know everything you think and think in your heart."

Mo Ran looked at the top of the camp and sighed half ashamed and half comforted. Then he reached out and hugged the young man in his arms. "The moon is full tomorrow, but do you want to eat mooncakes?"

"Um."

"good."

...

The green leaves kept guarding the tent in the clouds for a night, and the next day, I saw Yingli pushing the man in white.

Ye Luye stood up and made way out of the way. The woman looked at the injuries of the person on the couch, without saying anything more.

Duanmu Jiexian saw that the person on the bed was cold in his tentacles, but his pulse was stable, and his injuries were no longer seriously affected. He turned around and asked Ye Luye: "Is there any disadvantage in his body that has a problem? How to deal with it?"

Ye Luye looked straight ahead and said after a moment: "No, it is a medicine Gu that blindly helps to treat diseases and viruses. It is like the snowy Yang Gu that Yun Xiao once asked for the second master for his master." After a pause, Ye Luye continued: "It's okay if you don't need to deal with it."

The person in the chair was stunned at first.

Then he frowned slightly, as if he was suspicious.

After a little silence, Fang nodded slowly. "In this way... you still need to carefully look at it to prevent it from changing."

The leaves were green and the leaves were slim, and they held their swords and lowered their heads and responded: "Yes, Master."

In the evening, Beiqu sent additional staff to the kitchen and made more than 20,000 mooncakes in succession and distributed them to the soldiers in the city.

The sun sets in the flat sand and the autumn moon rises in the east.

The full moon is in the sky, and the night is as bright as day.

On the Mid-Autumn Festival night, the soldiers in the city took turns to eat the mooncakes in their hands, occasionally looking up at the distant moon in the sky, with moist eyes.

The fields of Shu are green, and the trees are flying far away, and the lonely city is reflected in the moonlight.

The guards have no home and only the country, the wind is bleak, and the conquests are far away.

The tall buildings in the distance are also here at this night, and I sigh that I am not idle.

Kong Yi stood in front of Mo Ran's tent, watched the thin black-clothed boy walk out, immediately stepped forward, stuffed a plate of exquisite mooncakes in his hand: "This is for you!" His face turned slightly red, and he said, "I made it myself."

Mo Yiran was stunned for a moment. Before he could come back to his senses, he heard him say, "The beauty of last night... was it you?"

The boy in black, covered with iron mask, had his eyelids twitched.

Before he could reply, he heard him say again: "I know it's you. I have told all the soldiers I saw that you are a man. I will help your adoptive father hide it for you."

"What are you hiding?"

Kong Yi coughed and said, "Although my adopted father and I have been friends for many years, I didn't expect that he would even hide it from me. I can still tell the difference between adoptive son and adopted daughter..." He finally blushed and said, "You, you are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen."

After saying that, he turned around and walked quickly.

But Mo Yiran held the mooncake in his hand and sneered: "Can you tell me clearly? Haha." After saying that, he threw the mooncake in his hand away.

Before the thrown mooncake could be reached, it was jumped by a dark figure and steadily picked it up.

Kong Jia glanced at the boy in black coldly. "Mine." After saying that, he turned his head and left.

After walking for a few steps, the eyebrows were slightly twisted, and then they turned back and looked back.

The man in Xuanyi recalled the situation when the boy in front of Sheng Leshi and he was holding back the Western Qiang Tiger Girl with him. He should have been sure, but he was still a little unsure.

Then he stood in front of Mo Yiran, and reached out and pressed his chest without hesitation.

At this time, Kong Yi found the excuse to get the plate back and walked over again, seeing a scene in front of him.

His eyes suddenly burst into tears and he was furious: "Kong Jia, you are the leader of the article! You are reading the books of sages in vain!! You can do such a rude behavior of Meng Lang!?"

Kong Jia didn't stop hearing this, and stretched his legs to the boy's crotch.

"You—" Kong Yi's face turned red, and he was so angry that he smoked his orifices. "It's so shameless!!!"

When he got down, he slashed at the man in black with one palm.

Kong Jia took the hand and walked around him, holding him in the back. Yusheng Wuxu said: "Wu Shou protects Wen Shou, you beat me."

He said: The Kong family’s Wushou is used to protect the Wenshou, but you, as the Wushou, want to hit me.

Kong Yi kicked Kong Jia down the plate: "It's your shameless man! He has ruined the Kong family's literary style many times! He has no literary character! He is a vulgar martial artist at heart, and he has a literary title. I'm a pity! You deserve to be a literary title!"

Every time Kong Jia sat with Kong Yi to check his studies, he recited all the incredibly vulgar love poems.

Kong Jia pressed against the kicking foot he saw, and saw that he actually reached out and pulled out the two swords around his waist, quickly stuffed the mooncake into his arms and pressed Kong Yi's hand that drew the sword. "You sit opposite me, only remember the love poem."

If you sit in front of me, I will only remember the bad love poems in my mind.

Kong Yi was even more furious after hearing this! "It was this excuse that he could not remember the classics, history, and collections of poems and essays. He would even say that it was because of me! Kong Jia, can you be more shameless?"

Kong Jia sighed weakly, and instantly shook Kong Yi's hands, then pinched Kong Yi's jaw and quickly dragged the person close, then closed his eyes and kissed him.

Kong Yi's reaction was...

He was stunned for a moment, and then tried his best to break away from Kong Jia, and said angrily: "What are you doing?! Do you still want to poison me?" Kong Yi panicked and spit out saliva in his mouth: "What poison did you do?! Kong Jia, you despicable villain!!!"

Kong Jia: “…”

Mo Yiran: "..."

...

Beiqu sent someone to send moon cakes into Duanmu tent.

The man in white sat upright in a wooden wheelchair and looked at the lights on the table. "Why did he send the Yuanhuo lava lamp back? Is he completely safe?"

Ye Luye nodded slightly: "That's what junior brother said."

The person in the chair narrowed his eyes slightly, and his eyelashes were trembling: "How could he heal so quickly after he was seriously injured... You should send the lava lamp back to him."
To be continued...