The Crazy Old Nine seems to be in her eighties and has no descendants left behind. If he goes there, his family will be broken.

But it was not these that impressed Mo Ran, but the paintings I had seen on many walls in the village before! When I first met Mo Ran thought it was painted by some master, but later I realized that the "master" was the Crazy Laojiu.

What impressed me most was a painting of Qilin on the wall that occupied more than four meters high. The conditions for painting were very simple, just a wall and a piece of lime chalk, but it fully demonstrated the supremacy and nobility of Qilin!

When I first met Mo Ran, I was shocked. How many people tried to outline its image in the myth, but it was never satisfactory. But that day, Mo Ran thought that if there were qilins in the world, it would be like the painting.

For such a genius, Mo Ran went to find the Crazy Laojiu with the intention of exploring the true face of Mount Lu, but he only saw a crazy beggar and a pair of dull and unsightly eyes.

Disappointment was like a tide. Before she went, she even thought, maybe this crazy beggar was not crazy...

Now that I heard that the Crazy Old Nine is dead, Mo Ran couldn't help but sigh, and a genius is gone.

"Isn't anyone helping him with the funeral?" Mo Ran asked. The 29th is dead, the Crazy Old Ninth has no queen, and it's the end of the year again, who would like to have such a bad thing?

"The coffin of Crazy Laojiu was made when he was young. It was Mr. Mo San ordered a few people to bury Crazy Laojiu. If there was no place to stop the coffin, it would be placed on the stage first."

Mo Ran then realized why Mo Jiabao was hesitant just now. The stage was at the entrance of the village, and it was across the road from her yard. Even a big man was alone in the middle of the night, thinking that there was a coffin that had not been buried not far away, he would be frightened, let alone Mo Ran, a girl who was just eighteen years old.

"A person dies like a lamp that goes out. A truly terrible person is not a ghost." Mo Ran suddenly said, and his pale little face became a little warmer under the firelight, but the hanging eyes covered the look in his eyes.

Mo Jiabao stripped his hair and said, "Hehe, it's good that you're not afraid. In fact, you don't have to worry. My mother said that Uncle Xiujie's family is full of lucky stars, and I dare not approach your yard with unclean things."

...

After Mo Jiabao left, Mo Ran watched TV for a while as usual, and then flipped out the diary left by the former master Mo Ran.

Thanks to this diary, although the records are concise, Mo Ran has a general understanding of her relationship network. Speaking of which, the reason why Mo Ran has been at home for half a year is because he has been off school.

As for the reason for the school break, it was even more outrageous - I was trapped by love, but I couldn't get it because of love. I returned to Mojia Village in a desperate situation. I knew how to tormented myself all day long, and my good health was destroyed by her.

After being sick, she had a fever for many days and finally fell asleep drowsyly and never woke up again. Mo Ran was able to be reborn in her body.

The former Lord is dead, and she cannot comment on a willful girl. Everyone has a different fate. Only she knows whether she chooses this way or not.

The most recorded in the diary is the boy she likes. Mo Ran didn't read it anymore. This is the privacy of the former master. She has gone, so she will take these privacy away together.

...

Mo Ran has been very dull these days. The only change is that Mo Ran's yard has become more popular. Aunt Fusheng often comes to see her, but she just asks her to go for a meal or something, but she refuses.

Mo Ran was originally not touching the spring water, but now she is no longer the eldest lady of Mojiazhuang. She has to learn some things by herself. She has been learning to cook for three months.

Although I can't make many delicious meals, I always have the ability to fill my stomach.

In addition, Mo Ran almost always stays at home alone, and she is also happy to be purified. The former master is very weak in his body. Mo Ran understands some medical skills, but he can't use other methods except resting.

In fact, Mo Ran has many interesting books at home, and the former owner never reads them, but Mo Ran is very interested.

That should be Mo Xiujie's books, mostly about hunting. If I hadn't read these books, Mo Ran wouldn't have known that there were so many things to pay attention to in hunting. Moreover, Mo Ran explored the monsters mentioned in Mo Xiujie's books with the mood of discovering a new world.

The book records that some beasts live a long time ago and gradually become human, and have much greater abilities than ordinary beasts. They are called monsters. This kind of monster is rare and difficult to capture.

Mo Xiujie seemed to be particularly interested in these things. Whenever these records were recorded, he took a lot of notes. The notes revealed that he had always wanted to challenge this kind of monster, but he had no chance.

After closing the book, Mo Ran looked at the wall clock. It was already past nine o'clock in the evening. She was so fascinated that she actually forgot about the time. She usually slept at eight o'clock.

After closing the study door and returning to the bedroom, Yu Guang saw the specimen of snow-white wolves with snow-white fur at the door of the living room. Mo Ran turned his foot and couldn't help but walk over.

The hand was touched and the hair was soft. This was indeed a rare white wolf. Mo Ran had seen a white wolf with his own eyes that could fight the entire wolf pack alone, but the white wolf that was now made into a specimen was brought back by Mo Xiujie before his death.

The crossbow arrow shot into the white wolf's eyes, so the wolf's skin was peeled off without any flaws. This was the white wolf that caused Mo Xiujie to die. But he decided to make the white wolf's skin into a specimen and leave it behind instead of burying Mo Xiujie with him.

Thinking of Maya, Mo Ran couldn't help but worry about this person he had never seen before. Could it be that he was the only descendant of the Mo family? She said that she had to find him no matter what, and it would be best to persuade him to give up the dangerous profession of hunter...

No matter how much she thought about it, she could do nothing before spring began. Sleeping came, and Mo Ran went to bed.

I was not sleeping peacefully this time, and I woke up in the middle of the night with sweat. Mo Ran turned on the light and sat on the sofa in a daze. The temperature at night was very low, and Mo Ran was cold all over.

His fingers grabbed the edge of the sofa, and his fingertips were so hard that his fingertips were pale, his chest was undulating violently, everything in his dream was particularly clear, and blood from the stream gathered in the rain, and his clan members died with their eyes closed. This became a nightmare that Mo Ran could not get rid of.

She knew that she was sleepless again tonight.

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Ermeng: What? Insomnia? Drink a cup of hot milk. If it doesn’t work, count ten thousand sheep. If it doesn’t work, do some intense things. One hundred push-ups will come in four groups to ensure that you sleep soundly until dawn!

Mo Ran:...

Ermeng: Is this suggestion bad? I can’t come even more intensely. Your man hasn’t appeared yet. Don’t make me embarrassed...

Mo Ran:...

Ermeng: What does ellipsis mean?

Mo Ran: What about Mo Ran’s special meeting? I took off all my pants, so I heard you say this?

Ermeng: Well, I forgot this, don’t you think about your insomnia... Is it true that you will change it next time?

Mo Ran:...
Chapter completed!