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Chapter 1109 Chapter 1108 Song of the Dynasty


Yan Xiaomo stayed here for several days, going down to greet Mo Han under the leadership of Caiyun Caihong every day.

Then Mo Han, as a master, handed over nothing to him.

Yan Xiaomo felt a little incredible when he thought about it.

Logically speaking, if a master accepts a disciple, even if he doesn't like it, he still has to pretend to teach him something if he doesn't want to see the disciple.

"Okay, you two just wait outside.

I can go in alone to pay my respects to the master."

Caiyun and Caihong looked at each other and stayed at the door.

"yes."

Yan Xiaomo glanced at the two of them and stepped into Mo Han's hall.

The level of luxury here was no less luxurious than where she lived.

No, it should be said that this place was much more luxurious than her place.

"Master, are you up?"

Yan Xiaomo rushed into the room like a cat.

In fact, there was no bed here at all, because Mo Han didn't need to sleep.

The most he could do was sit on the ice bed and meditate.

But I didn't see Mo Han when I came here today, and I don't know where Mo Han went.

Seeing that Mo Han was not here, Yan Xiaomo became bolder and regarded this place as her own.

She looked left and right in the room to see if there were any treasures in Mo Han's room.

Suddenly, Yan Xiaomo found a picture scroll in the corner of the table.

This picture scroll successfully caught Yan Xiaomo's attention.

Yan Xiaomo looked around and didn't find Mo Han, so he secretly opened the scroll.

He saw a very beautiful woman on the scroll, wearing a white dress.

Looking at the white dress, Yan Xiaomo couldn't help but look at her.

I took a look at them and found that they were the same clothes.

However, the woman in the painting is not herself, but someone else.

"Strange, why is there a portrait of another woman here in Mo Han?

Could it be the woman Mo Han likes?"

Yan Xiaomo murmured quietly, not noticing a figure slowly approaching.

"No, how could someone like Mo Han like a woman?"

It's impossible to like a woman if you like a man.

Yan Xiaomo said secretly in his heart.

"What are you looking at" A familiar voice sounded behind him, startling Yan Xiaomo.

"Master Mo" Yan Xiaomo turned around and looked at Mo Han's dark face, feeling a little flustered.

"Master, I, I thought you were not in the room."

Mo Han walked to the table, looked down at the scroll on the table, and frowned slightly.

"Do you know who this is?"

Mo Han asked, slowly spreading the scroll out neatly.

Thousands of years have passed in the blink of an eye.

"Who is it" Yan Xiaomo raised her eyebrows slightly, a trace of doubt flashed in her eyes, would Mo Han tell her something?

In fact, she really wanted to know and wanted to know who Feng Yao was.

I always feel that Feng Yao and the woman in this painting have some connection.

"My former disciple is very similar to you."

Yan Xiaomo looked at the scroll seriously and frowned, "I don't think it looks like it.

How does it look like?"

It's not the same at all, okay?

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It's not the same at all.

"I don't think so anyway."

"Since he is the master's disciple, he should be my senior sister.

I seem to have never seen my senior sister.

Where is she?"

Yan Xiaomo asked curiously.

"She's dead."

"Gods can die too," Yan Xiaomo asked.

She thought that gods would not die, but she didn't expect that gods would die too. oshow7: