Chapter 505

Mo Fan stayed with Lao Shi for three days and drank wine for three days. Three days later, the blizzard stopped, and he set out for the sword tomb where he triggered the historical plot. Obviously, his purpose this time was Shennong Ding, one of the four magic weapons in the ice cave.

However, he was obviously not fully prepared to go out this time. He looked at the whiteness and was sad. Finally, he sighed and said to himself, "I seem to be lost."

He looked back and saw a vast expanse of white.

"Oh, I forgot my way back." Mo Fan sweated in an instant. How long has this situation not appeared? He doesn't know the way forward and the way back. He seems to be in a plate. No matter how he looks at it, it's the same all around him.

"This is a failure." He looked around blankly and sighed heavily.

During this period of time, his road idiot attribute has never shined. Unexpectedly, as soon as he returned to the North, this long-lost road idiot attribute shined. Before he has walked out much, he has completely lost his way. The southeast and northwest have been confused. He can't walk or not.

If you walk, you will be allowed to go to the same road, but for a person who is born a road idiot, it is definitely less likely to be hit by a meteorite. Otherwise, how can it be called a road idiot? But if you don't go, you can't think about it.

"Over the past year, the retreat has shut people up." He smiled bitterly and said to himself.

But anyway, what should be left is still going.

Thinking like this, he stepped on the clouds under his feet and saw a black spot in the vast white snow, which was fleeting and unconsciously gone.

At this time, on the other side, the restaurant is still lively, but in the bustle, with a few differences.

"Is that how Mr. Mo left?" Lao Shi went to the edge of the old eagle and poured a mouthful of wine. He admired and liked Mr. Mo. Although Mr. Mo usually has a straight face and is cold, this hot-blooded man can feel that Mr. Mo is a real friend, which can make people insert knives in both sides and knives for people's ribs. Naturally, it has been a long time. Trust him, and he has an unspeakable sense of security.

"Ah, I have something to do when I come back this time. Looking at him, it should be very urgent." Lao Diao said.

"Well, will he still come?" Lao Shi asked again.

"I... don't know." Lao Diao also took a sip of wine and said, "After all, he is not with us. There are many things that we can't guess."

Lao Shi sighed and said, "Is this a master?"

"No, it's people in the world." Lao Diao took another sip of wine and said, "People can't help themselves. The place where Mr. Mo is located is the real world. Swords and shadows, power and opportunities, which are not understandable by ordinary people like us."

"But I still feel that we are living a good life now. There is no trouble with drinking and eating meat."

"You don't grow up!" Lao Diao patted Lao Shi's head and said, "Don't you want to do the job of the Rose League?"

"Where is it!" Lao Shi said aggrievedly that this big man showed the appearance of such a child, which naturally looked very discord, but it was more funny.

Lao Diao sighed and said, "I'm afraid that your current job is also Mr. Mo's face. Otherwise, the Rose League will not like you, a reckless man. The salary is not low, and you are still an idle job. People can only make money by working hard. You can drink every day. Don't you think it's strange to get it?

Lao Shi touched his head and said, "Isn't it time for me to work?"

Lao couldn't laugh or cry, and said, "You elmukose, I'm sure that this must be Mr. Mo's face, otherwise the people of the Rose League will definitely look down on you."

Lao Shi smiled, continued to drink, and sighed, "It would be nice if Mr. Mo could stay here all the time."

"What are you doing? I'm going to eat and drink with you." Lao Diao said, "It's still a man, mother-in-law."

"It's not a mother-in-law, but every time I see Mr. Mo, I always feel that he has something on his mind. If he is a brother, he will not be happy. Are we still his brother?" Lao Shi said.

Lao smiled and said, "Speaking that your Yumu's head is Yumu's head, and I don't know how Cuihua would marry you at the beginning. Just like you, without Cuihua, you will definitely not be able to get a wife for the rest of your life."

Lao Shi touched his head and finally giggled: "That's Cuihua who cares about me."

"Rarely, I think the lard is blindfolded." Lao Diao took a sip of wine and said, "Can't you see what happened to Miss Murong and Mr. Mo?"

Lao Shi was stunned and said, "How can I not see this?"

"That's good. Mr. Mo has something on his mind. It must be about Miss He Murong. Haven't you seen Miss Murong's face once in the past few days?"

When Lao Shi heard this, he patted his head: "Why didn't I think of it?"

"It is said that you are Yumu's head. Alas, this love is unattainable. Mr. Mo is a smart person. He understands that Miss Murong also understands people. She also knows that sometimes she can't help herself, which can't be said."

"But I'm not so entangled with Cuihua."

"You think they are all as good as Mr. Mo. There must be many girls around him. Although Murong is world-class and unparalleled, the mixed-race girl and the moon girl in the inn are above her. By Mr. Mo, she may not be the best. ASIDE from the mixed-race girl, looking at the moon girl, she is with Mr. Mo. Don't you think it's a natural feeling for two people to stand together?

Lao Shi frowned and thought about it. Lao Diao said it thoroughly, and he also understood it in his rough mind.

With a sigh, neither of them spoke, just drank sullenly.

Suddenly, Lao Shi said, "No, no, I think Mr. Mo has Miss Murong in his heart. Look at Miss Murong's martial arts competition. Isn't he the first to come to the big ring?"

"Nonsense, Miss Murong is infatuated. Mr. Mo is not a stone heart. How can he not be moved? I'm afraid Mr. Mo guessed that Miss Murong made this hasty decision because of him, and he didn't want her to casually find someone to mislead her and come to power. Lao Diao sighed, "Mr. Mo, your heart is too soft."

Lao Shi sighed and took another sip of wine.

"Xiao Shi, don't say more about this matter. Brothers can't control emotional matters. Do you know?" Lao Diao said.

"I know, Uncle Diao." Lao Shi sighed, "If Mr. Mo can be with Miss Murong, that's fine. There is no need to be so entangled."

"Yes, but emotional things are not something that others can interfere with."

So, the two men sighed together and continued to drink.