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After Wang Xiaoke washed up, Mo Yanyu had already changed her clothes.

She stood in front of the floor-length mirror, wearing a simple orchid dress.

It is dotted with small flowers and has plain colors, which is a change from its previous image.

There is a hairpin on her head, like a quietly blooming flower bud.

Wang Xiaoke walked behind her, took a wooden comb, and combed her snow-white long hair.

His fingers passed through the hair, his movements very gently.

"Beautiful sister, this is the first time you change your style."

"Not like the clothes you usually like to wear."

Mo Yanyu glanced back: "Really? What do you think?"

Wang Xiaoke pursed his lips.

A person as cold as an iceberg suddenly changes to a fresh style.

It was a bit sudden indeed.

"I think it looks good. The elders should like it very much."

"Do you want to go home with me to see my parents?"

Mo Yanyu shook her head and turned to meet his gaze.

"You haven't met my mother yet?"

Wang Xiaoke was stunned for a moment.

"I'm talking about my biological mother, not the one from the Song family."

"You may have forgotten, today is my birthday."

Wang Xiaoke felt a little embarrassed that he hadn't really noticed her birthday.

Mo Yanyu straightened his suit and asked in a low voice.

"Are you still keeping the jade pendant I gave you last time?"

"Is it the phoenix-patterned jade pendant?"

"No, it's the one I gave you when we got engaged."

“That one, I’ve been keeping it.”

Wang Xiaoke took out the jade pendant from the storage ring, and Mo Yanyu put it on him personally.

In the mirror, there was no expression on her face, but I could somehow feel that she was unhappy.

"Pretty sister, can I give you a birthday present?"

Wang Xiaoke took out a sword box like a magic trick.

"This is the flying sword I refined a few days ago. It is completely frosty white and is a fourth-level spiritual weapon."

"I haven't decided on a name yet, but... Xiao Shuang is a good name."

He has no shortage of materials now, and has long wanted to buy equipment for his family and her.

I just took this opportunity to give it to her as a gift.

Mo Yanyu was amused by the name.

"I think it's better for me to name the sword?"

Wang Xiaoke smiled and nodded, then handed the thing to her.

"Thank you, I like it very much."

Mo Yanyu gently stroked the sword case, with deep satisfaction in her eyes.

"Today is also my mother's memorial day, and I've never been there before."

"It's always my brothers who go there..."

Wang Xiaoke heard from her that the previous mistress died of childbirth complications.

Maybe it's out of guilt, or some other reason?

He couldn't help but feel sorry for Mo Yanyu. If she had her mother's love, her life should be very happy.

Mo Yanyu put away the sword case when someone called.

"It's my second brother. Please go downstairs and wait for me."

Wang Xiaoke nodded his chin, turned and left the room.

downstairs.

A lot of people gathered at the door of the main house, and Mo Longchen stood in front of them.

He was dressed very formally and looked up at the sky with a complicated expression.

"Tsk, the wind is picking up."

Seeing Wang Xiaoke coming down the stairs, he gave a forced smile.

"Xiao Ke is down. Has everything been packed?"

Wang Xiaoke smiled and nodded, still a little confused.

"Well, such a big event... where are you going?"

"I want to join you too?"

Mo Longchen came over and patted him on the shoulder.

"Since you are a member of my family, of course you have to go too."

"Let's go to Longshan Cemetery."

The person at the back took the things and opened the door.

"Where are Sister Mo and Second Brother? Aren't they going?"

"They still have things to do, so they'll meet up with us later."

Wang Xiaoke felt a little strange. Why were they suddenly busy?

But he didn't think much about it and got into the car with Mo Longchen.

Today is really not a good weather.

The dark clouds were hanging low, making it hard to breathe, and there was a sense that a storm was about to come.

There was a dark cloud hanging in the sky, gloomy and slowly drifting towards this side.

Wang Xiaoke sat in the back seat of the car, looking at the scenery outside the window.

"It's going to rain soon, do you have an umbrella?"

"Everything is ready. Besides, people like us are not afraid of getting wet in the rain."

Wang Xiaoke thought so too, after all, his elder brother-in-law was also a foundation-building cultivator.

As long as you release your spiritual energy, no matter how heavy the rain is, it won't get on you.

As Mo Longchen spoke, the drivers started their vehicles one after another.

Not long after we started walking, a drizzle of rain began to hit the car window.

"This is probably the last rain of autumn."

Mo Longchen smiled and explained: "The weather is getting colder, and winter is coming soon."

Wang Xiaoke leaned back in his chair, feeling something was amiss.

"Brother, isn't your father here?"

"He usually goes, but this time my sister said that he is not allowed to go."

Wang Xiaoke wanted to find out the reason, but it was someone else's private matter after all.

"She hasn't replied to my message yet, and I don't know if she has left yet."

"There will be other relatives later. Is it appropriate for me to be there?"

Mo Longchen crossed his fingers and couldn't help laughing.

"You are so brave, how can you feel embarrassed?"

"That won't happen."

……

On the Mohist side, the rain also got heavier.

The raindrops hit the ground, making a "tick-tick" sound.

Ye Luo held a black umbrella and followed Mo Yanyu silently.

Behind him was a group of men in black wearing cloaks and marching in unison.

There was a fine drizzle mixed with mist, and all I could see was rain.

The vision is affected.

"Where's the second brother?"

"My lady, the Second Master has already gone to the Song family ahead of time."

Mo Yanyu's eyes were deep as she looked back at everyone.

"Seal off the Song family and the Mo family, and don't allow anyone to enter or leave."

As soon as he finished speaking, a group of men in black sneaked into the rain.

He disappeared in the blink of an eye.

All that was left around was endless coldness and a chill that penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

Ye Luo knew their identities. They were all deadpools secretly trained by the young lady.

"Master, what shall we do next?"

Mo Yanyu took out a sword and ran her fingers across the blade.

The rain seemed to have eyes and actively avoided the sword.

"It's a pity to have him stained with blood."

She put away the fourth-grade spiritual sword and looked in another direction.

"Let's go."

Mo Yanyu strode away, and Ye Luo hurriedly followed.

……

The convoy arrived at Longshan Cemetery, and the security guard quickly opened the gate and let them in.

There was a group of people standing at the door, all holding black umbrellas.

As soon as Wang Xiaoke and Mo Longchen got out of the car, they walked over holding umbrellas.

They are a couple and look to be in their seventies or eighties.

The woman wore gold-rimmed glasses, carried a small bag, and had very good skin.

The man was wearing a Zhongshan suit and Buddhist beads around his neck. He was dressed very decently.

Although his hair has turned gray, it does not affect his aristocratic demeanor at all.

He looked at Mo Longchen seriously, then shifted his gaze to others.

"You are... Wang Xiaoke, right?"

Wang Xiaoke glanced at Mo Longchen, and the other party explained.

"These two are my grandpa and grandma, you probably haven't seen them."

After realizing what was happening, Wang Xiaoke nodded.

"Hello, Grandpa. Grandma looks so young. I can't tell."

The woman's eyes softened a little, and she came forward and spoke.

"I've seen you on TV...you're an excellent kid."

"I wanted to see you before, but was blocked for various reasons."

"I'm afraid I'll be involved in something and it's inconvenient for me to appear in public."

The man nodded in agreement: "Yes, I hope you can forgive me."

"Today is the anniversary of my daughter's death. I'm afraid I can't treat you in a friendly manner."

"Since you are related to Yu'er, you are one of us."

"We will naturally accept you."

The old man spoke slowly and his tone was full of authority.

It was also the first time that Wang Xiaoke knew that Mo Yanyu actually had a grandfather.

I always thought all her relatives were dead.