The strong wind suddenly rose and it started to rain heavily.

In the dark corner, there seemed to be a series of cold eyes staring at him.

The next day.

The rooster crows.

Lu Qian only came to his senses.

Wash a little, open the door and walk into the big house in the center.

Every morning, I have to pay my respects to Mo Dao Ren.

There were some Taoist boys wearing green clothes like Lu Qian.

These people walked together in groups of three or three, greeting each other, but none of them paid attention to Lu Qian, as if they were isolated.

At this time, the crowd separated.

A woman wearing a fiery red hunting suit and a flexible appearance, walked up to her side by several maids.

He was about fifteen or sixteen years old, and he was waving a whip in his hand, making a 'slap' sound.

"I've seen a lady." Everyone lowered their heads slightly and bowed.

"Get away!" The woman said impatiently, raised her eyebrows and whipped the face of the person next to her with a whip.

A bloodstain suddenly appeared on the man's face, swollen.

Even so, he didn't dare to shout, but instead smiled: "Miss Xie's reward."

"Dog slave." The woman left bored.

This woman is Mo Ling'er, Mo Daoren's only granddaughter.

Mo Ling'er is deeply loved by Mo Daoren. She has been rude and willful since childhood and beat and scold others at all times.

Speaking of which, Lu Qian's time travel has something to do with this guy.

The original body is a taciturn person, incompatible with the Taoist boys around him.

It was probably framed and hit the back of the head by the little girl.

After his original body died, Lu Qian traveled across the street.

Mo Ling'er was not punished afterwards.

The so-called upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked. The old man is not a good person. His granddaughter is young and has a cruel heart.

Lu Qian felt sorry in his heart.

However, being isolated is also a good thing. If you fall into purity, you don’t have to worry about revealing your secrets.

Everyone stepped into the hall, and an old man sat on the main seat.

The hair and beard are all white and the skin is as white as paper.

It may be because of preconceived relationships. Mo Daoren does not have the fairy air in his dream, but is as cold as a poisonous snake.

He was about fifteen or sixteen years old, and he was waving a whip in his hand, making a 'slap' sound.

"I've seen a lady." Everyone lowered their heads slightly and bowed.

"Get away!" The woman said impatiently, raised her eyebrows and whipped the face of the person next to her with a whip.

A bloodstain suddenly appeared on the man's face, swollen.

Even so, he didn't dare to shout, but instead smiled: "Miss Xie's reward."

"Dog slave." The woman left bored.

This woman is Mo Ling'er, Mo Daoren's only granddaughter.

Mo Ling'er is deeply loved by Mo Daoren. She has been rude and willful since childhood and beat and scold others at all times.

Speaking of which, Lu Qian's time travel has something to do with this guy.

The original body is a taciturn person, incompatible with the Taoist boys around him.

It was probably framed and hit the back of the head by the little girl.

After his original body died, Lu Qian traveled across the street.

Mo Ling'er was not punished afterwards.

The so-called upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked. The old man is not a good person. His granddaughter is young and has a cruel heart.

Lu Qian felt sorry in his heart.

However, being isolated is also a good thing. If you fall into purity, you don’t have to worry about revealing your secrets.

Everyone stepped into the hall, and an old man sat on the main seat.

The hair and beard are all white and the skin is as white as paper.
Chapter completed!