The Ancestor of our Sect Isn’t Acting like an Elder

“How are you preparing?”

Can’t go any further, he asked calmly.

“As the master told me, we are almost ready.”

Milele was a little uncomfortable with such intimate contact, and moved his butt a little. She felt that her master hugged herself a little tightly, and her cheeks flushed slightly.

At the age when the heart of spring is sprouting, Mo Lele can’t stop thinking about it.

However, she is also very clear about the meaning of her masters not at all, and she does not know whether she has certain abilities, after all, she is no longer a human being.

“en.” Mo Weiyang paused, “Everyone was sent out?”

“It was sent out.”

After answering, Mo Lelehu There are doubts.

“Master, those dísciples… are probably won but never returned.”

The tone is like asking: “Is this really good?”

“There is no gain without sacrifice. We are not the cherished person, but the ant that’s all living under its eyelids. What about the Grandmaster? What about the master craftsman? What about the Heavenly Master? Still destiny plays with people. It can make us and ruin us. Everything can only be won by ourselves, right?”

Mo Weiyang sighed deeply and held Mo Lele tighter. Up.

“Everything is a pure transfer. If you don’t give, you won’t get it. So, how can we be afraid of any sacrifice? Lele, remember my words.”

Wei Young stared at Mo Leleman’s complex face.

“As soon as you succeed, there will be ten thousand bones withered, and ten thousand bones withered before you will succeed.”

“…”

Milele’s lips trembled slightly, There seemed to be something to say, but in the end it was silent.

She remembered… remembering that achievements are plundered, and they are gained by trampling on others.

“──Can the’Shen Cannon’ be used?”

Mo Weiyang suddenly led the topic back, perhaps because he felt that the place he was talking about was too heavy and irrelevant Got it. The argument just now sounds like a groan without illness.

“If there is no problem, it should work.”

Milele’s expression is depressed.

Shen-breaking cannon is a kind of disaster and destruction, she knows this deeply. Using it, the result of loss of life is already doomed, and Melole feels a little unbearable.

“──Success or failure lies in this.”

A sentence like a sigh, outlines an extremely depressing outline.

In silence, Mo Weiyang closed his eyes.

“…the last thing left.”

The warmth from his cheeks is his only tenderness, and he wants to enjoy it for a while. The ghost girl sitting in his arms, who lived and died with him, has long regarded him as the closest person.

If it is really irretrievable, at least she has to live.

Yes, she must live.

Mo Weiyang has already made this determination.

“en?”

Milele asked the rest of the matter in a single tone of doubt.

Mo Weiyang didn’t answer, he leaned close to Mo Lele’s arms like a child, as if he was trying to rub himself in. Only Mo Lele can see that weak appearance.

He… must be tired?

The ghost girl thought to herself, hesitantly stretched out her hand and rubbed the messy hair of her master. Can this give him a little warmth and comfort? She didn’t know, only that Mo Weiyang’s body was shaken.

Milele doesn’t know if he should be held accountable.

She wanted to know what Mo Weiyang’s mood was, and she was afraid that she was not qualified to touch the hidden emotion.

Just so hesitated, she suddenly felt dizzy.

“Huh?”

The girl’s eyes shook, and her body shook.

If it wasn’t for Mo Weiyang to hug her tightly, she would have fallen to the ground long ago. What’s wrong with yourself? Mo Lele felt that the physical strength and consciousness in his body were rapidly peeling away from his body, sinking into a dark abyss somewhere.

“Master, I…”

She tried to ask Mo Weiyang for help.

However, when her eyes struggled to meet Mo Weiyang, she only saw a sad face.

At that moment, the girl had a bad feeling.

Unfortunately, before she had time to inquire and explore, the string of her consciousness broke suddenly and fell softly into Mo Weiyang’s arms.

“…Thanks for your hard work.”

Pick a few strands of hair sticking to Merlele’s cheeks, Mo Weiyang sighed. His voice lingered in the empty room, loneliness and blankness filled the room.

“It shouldn’t be too late.”

Mo Weiyang muttered to himself and hugged Mo Lele.

The girl seems to have lost her soul, her arms hang weakly, and her head is the same, her long hair is almost reaching the ground.

“Lele, without sacrifice, there will be no gain…”

Walking out of the room, looking up at the stars, Mo Weiyang sighed again.

Then, the man carried Merlele into his studio.

The long work table is full of tools and parts. He swept away the things on the table from the summon mechanism humanoid in the realm, and the ghost girl was placed on it by him. .

“If she finds out in the future, I’m afraid I won’t be able to spare me…”

Looking at the white face that shone in the light, Mo Weiyang looked bitter, like It’s like eating yellow lotus. He tried to think about the scene of himself being scolded by Mo Lele coldly, but he couldn’t help laughing out knowingly.

It was a smile with a little melancholy and a little happiness.

I don’t know if it is the wind, the lights flickered.

Mo Weiyang silently took off Merle’s clothes and turned her body over.

Her body, which has been acquired and co-integrated, is indeed perfect. Whether it is the line or the muscle distribution, it is in the most symmetrical and most suitable state, and the touch of touching the skin is also comfortable. Needless to say, it was as smooth as silk.

The only flaw is probably the weird lines on its back.

The texture is like a flower Totem, and like a lock entangled with thorns. At the center, you can see a pattern similar to a keyhole, and it’s bottomless. Darkness, as if you can really put the key in.

As a result, Mo Weiyang really took out a key from his sleeve.

He aligned the key with the keyhole pattern and pressed it against it. The pattern reacted. Those thorn-like lines shrugged, and then the key was gradually buried in the keyhole. To the handle of the key.

After Mo Weiyang turned the key clockwise, a metal clenching sound suddenly sounded.

As if to entangle Mo Weiyang’s arm, thorny lines jumped up, bent toward the keyhole, and touched their respective tips in an arc. Mo Weiyang pulled his arm away before that. A few seconds later, the thorns spread out and flattened out again, dragging out a curtain of flat darkness, like a pool of ink, covering Merlele’s back.

The darkness looks as thin as paper, but it has “depth”.

Peeking into it, you can see countless complicated pipeline metal parts and human flesh and blood mixed together. This is the picture displayed inside the ghost.

Mo Weiyang took out the tool and removed the metal helper bones to expose the parts of Merlot’s chest and abdomen.

His goal is the beating ink-colored organ heart composed of flesh and blood pipelines and unknown materials.

Mo Weiyang squeezed the organ’s heart with one hand and pulled it out. The pipeline connected to it looked very tight. The whole body of Mo Lele also arched, but in the end he could not bear the weight of his body. The pipeline was connected. Falling off in a series of small sounds, a large amount of blood splashed out, and various organ structures that were still functioning suddenly stopped in an instant, even those that resembled internal organs.

The falling girl’s body made a muffled sound “peng”.

The blood-stained side hair is half sticky to the face, and the quiet side face looks particularly lacking in life. At this moment, Merlele is simply not like a person with a soul, but just a doll that’s all.

“…inferior products.”

There is a large amount of bright blood flowing in the pipeline of the heart, forming a small stream of water and falling on the ground.

There was an ambiguous light in his eyes, and Mo Weiyang stared at the beating heart in his hand, spitting out words, even if it was one of the organ hearts that he had worked hard to create.

He squeezed the heart tightly, and the latter made a piercing and short continuous “sorrow” sound.

In the end, it couldn’t stand the external pressure and exploded, and the fragments sputtered to different corners.

“…”

Mo Weiyang didn’t even look at the fragments, silently picked up the cloth towel in the corner of the studio, and wiped the blood from his hands.

The girl’s body has no other sound at the work desk.

The man took out a box from a certain cabinet, walked over to the chair by the work table and sat down, staring blankly, looking at Merlele’s body for a long time, seeming to be thinking.

“──The imaginary is the reality, the reality is the imaginary…Is it time to do it next?”

I don’t know how long it took, Mo Weiyang opened the box on his lap and looked The “part of the person” inside murmured like this.

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The outer wall of Moyao Temple has a tower and arrow tower.

The agency divisions who are ordered to guard here alternate day and night to ensure that there are people watching for an attack at all times, and to ensure that the agency weapons on the tower can be launched as soon as possible.

The problem lies in──

“Hey, do you really have a role to watch here?”

On one of the towers, the guard One of the two agency teachers asked his companion who was standing next to him and reading with a candle.

Both of them are black robe cloths, their faces are covered by a piece of black cloth, and their faces are not visible.

However, judging from the voice of the questioner, he is not very young, he should be a young man in his twenties.

The question he asked was a woman.

Because of the black cloth, she was reading with her eyes down. As a rule of Mo Yao Temple, unless no one was in the temple clothes, she could not easily remove the cloth covering her face, so she had no choice but to read and borrow the organ code in hand.

“Just follow the above command, where are so many questions?”

The female answered impatiently, and the voice sounded quite young, but it should be older than the young , Maybe in the middle of twenties.

“Sister Shuang, don’t you think it’s weird? There are cliffs on all sides. Even if there is an enemy attack, can they come down? And our side is facing the broken wall, our Is it guarding? I think it’s like thinking about it.”

The location of Mo Yao Temple is even can’t be called a basin. It is more accurate to describe it as a depression between the ground.

The other sides are still some distance away from the cliff of the broken wall. The only side where their tower is located is the closest to the broken wall. From this tower, it looks like a whole broken wall. , High near hundred zhang, even if I lift my head hard, I can’t see the top.

In this way, does guarding in this tower really make sense?

“Do you doubt the master craftsman’s order?”

The woman finally lifted her gaze, her sharp gaze penetrated the thin black cloth and bit the young man’s eyes.

“Uh…”

Knowing that he was annoyed, the young man couldn’t help scratching his head in embarrassment.

He had forgotten the woman named Mo Shuang in front of him, one of the orphans adopted by the master craftsman Mo Weiyang. In addition to her kindness to Mo Weiyang, she also has a kind of close-family feeling, which is too much for others to say that he is not.

“I’m sorry, Sister Shuang, I’m just a little weird.”

The young man decided to apologize first. He has a good impression of this Senior Sister and doesn’t want her to hate him.

“Just this once.” Mo Shuang said coldly, “Don’t forget that Master Craftsman has the grace to recreate you.”

After that, she hangs down Sight, continue to study her agency map.

The young man awkwardly swallowed the words “absolutely not” into his stomach.

Mo Weiyang does have the grace to recreate him. He wanted to join the Wu Family several times, but he was rated as poor in aptitude and rejected everywhere, even a Sect who had no reputation in the martial arts. Unwilling to accept him.

This is also an opportunity for him to become an agency teacher.

He is not considered to have innate talent, but at least he can do something.

In this place, most people are similar to him. They have no way out, and they finally fell into the arms of the Mohist school. The remaining few have various reasons, some of which are Like Mo Shuang, they are orphans adopted by Mo Weiyang. They all have the last name of Mo. Some are to avenge Wu Family, and some are purely interested in organism.

No matter how the outside world evaluates organ skills, the youth feels that it is a kind of salvation for him.

He just wants to find a place to stay, what about the heretical path of the devils? In his opinion, refusing to accept his Wu Family is considered a heretical path of the devils.

This may be people who walk different paths cannot make plans together, he thought.

The night watch is even more boring – no, standing guard is already boring enough.

While thinking about these trivial things, the young man leaned over to the edge of the tower, gradually looking up with his thoughts drifting away.

Then he saw it.

“Huh?” The young man made a puzzled voice. He squinted his eyes to condense his gaze, making sure that he really didn’t make a mistake. In the eyes of the cliff in front of him, scattered petals were slowly falling.

He stretched out his hand to pick up the petals, but when it fell into his palm, it broke into countless light spots and died.

“What is this?”

The young man’s face was surprised, and he looked back at Mo Shuang.

“Sister Shuang, the petals are off, come and have a look.”

“The petals are off?” Mo Shuang looked up angrily and saw a petal drifting across the tower. Besides, “This is the flower in the sea of ​​flowers above? What’s so strange.”

“But the sea of ​​flowers is white flowers, and the petals are not white!”

As if there was a major discovery, the young man pointed it out with a certainty.

“…it seems to be the same.”

Mo Shuang agreed with the young man’s words and walked over to look at the sky. The scattered petals are still falling, faintly with a small voice dropping from the sky.