As a child who has always been ignored, how could he not complain?
It's just that these complaints are hidden in an airtight corner and unknown to anyone.
Even if he knows that the people around him don't mean it, even if he is open-minded, and even if he doesn't lack anything, he still cares.
It's like there's a needle hidden in the bottom of my heart.
It doesn't exist at ordinary times, but it makes people feel a dull pain at critical moments.
This is the case for Mo Changyi.
Even though the Mo family put a lot of effort into this incident, who can deny that the Mo family didn't notice when the visitor from another world pretended to be him?
This is Changli's secret, a secret that belongs to him and his brother, so just let him keep it in his heart.
They are all children who are not valued.
After lunch, Chang Li made another glass of talisman water and asked Mo Changyi to drink it: "It was supposed to be used before meals, but it's not too late to use it now."
His understatement made Mo Changyi cough.
The talisman paper was painted with cinnabar, then burned with real fire, and finally turned into talisman water.
The effect of this kind of talisman water from Chang Li's hands is definitely extraordinary, but the taste is also extraordinary.
Not to mention other things, just the feeling of drinking confetti into the stomach is very unpleasant.
If it is eaten before meals, I'm afraid it won't even taste like food, Mo Changyi thought in his mind, but he still swallowed the talisman water in three mouthfuls.
He handed the cup forward, letting Chang Li look at the empty bottom of the cup, and then pulled down the corner of his mouth to reveal a wry smile.
After waiting for a while, Mo Changyi asked Changli: "If I didn't ask to stay, would this Fu Shui still belong to me?"
Changli glanced sideways at him, "What do you think?
Of course there is no such thing."
Mo Changyi had already seen the truth from Changli's expression.
He nodded and didn't take it seriously.
There is nothing in this world that is not true.
She wanted something in return, even if it was her parents' love, so Changli's reaction was completely within her expectation.
Thinking of this, he asked curiously: "What is the origin of the soul from another world in my body?"
As he was driving that day, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his head.
As soon as he let go of his hand, the car hit a tree on the side of the road.
In the days that followed, he kept fighting with that soul, fighting for control of his body.
Although that soul knew everything about his past, Mo Changyi also knew some of the origin of that soul.
He is now Asking Changli was more out of a need for verification.
Changli did not hesitate to answer, he said with a mean tone: "An old ghost who should have been cut into pieces long ago, got lucky when he was about to die, and actually ran into your body and competed with you for the control of your body. ” At the end of the sentence, he snorted coldly: "I don't know whether to live or die."
Mo Changyi looked at Changli's arrogant and cold demeanor.
Instead of feeling frightened, Mo Changyi found it even more amusing, a bit duplicitous.
He hid this amusement in his heart, but the expression on his face turned into curiosity: "Death by a thousand cuts."
Chang Li paused for a moment, and then continued: "Soul Silk Gu is not made that way.
The essence and blood of ninety-nine and eighty-one pairs of boys and girls must be refined into the Gu worms, and then the Gu worms will fight with each other until The final winner is the real Soul Silk Gu.
During the refining process, the essence and blood of boys and girls must not be messed up.
If there is even the slightest mistake, the Gu will be useless.
The amount of essence and blood required can drain a living person dry.
This soul silk Gu also needs to be refined for ninety-nine and eighty-one days.
During these eighty-one days, it needs to be in the deep mountains and old forests full of miasma without sun or moon.
It needs to be nurtured by the miasma.
When it finally takes shape, it still needs to be refined.
The lives of a pair of Zhiyin boys and Zhiyang boys need to be sacrificed.
Tell me, how many lives will be consumed during this refining process?"
After saying that, Chang Li said coldly: "A group of rats in the gutter can only do some dirty tricks."
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Everything has yin and then there is yang.
Although most of these voodoos are vicious and cruel, there are still few that can be so cruel.
Most Gu masters use Gu to protect the Miao descendants in the village, but scum like this...
Therefore, the lives of Miao people fulfill themselves.
Normally, Chang Li would not be merciful when he encountered someone with bloody hands and someone who had done something wrong to him.
If he didn't clean up the rotten smell all over his body that made him sick, would it still be left to pollute his body?
sense of smell
Mo Changyi took a breath and said, "It took so many lives."
Just hearing that number from Chang Li's mouth made him feel a little shocked.
It was hundreds of years ago, and human beings were so precious.
Chang Li raised the corner of his mouth: "Moreover, how can Soul Silk Gu be so easy to refine?
The cost of truly refining it will definitely be greater than the amount I mentioned."
Hearing this, Mo Changyi felt even colder in his heart, but he also had some doubts: "With so many people killed, how come no one is holding them accountable?"
Chang Li said lightly: "If you want boys and girls, you don't have to kill them yourself.
Isn't it very simple to take away some children quietly in this world?"
War, plague, and some special All means can be done.
Mo Changyi fell silent, and finally he shook his head bitterly: "It won't happen in the future.
This country will become better and better, and this kind of thing will never happen."
Changli didn't answer him.
He looked at the clay statue in the temple with a casual and indifferent expression.
After chatting about a somewhat heavy topic, Changli asked Mo Changyi: "Can you play chess?"
Mo Changyi asked back: "What kind of chess?"
He knows a little bit about Go, a little bit about chess, and a little bit about other kinds of chess.
Changli thought for a while, then moved out a Go board.
This chessboard looks quite simple, with a vicissitude that has been polished by time.
If viewed twenty or thirty years later, it will undoubtedly be a treasure, but now, it is not that precious.
This is the treasure of the old Taoist priest.
Even though the old Taoist priest is a bad chess player, he also has a persevering heart, so this chessboard he made by himself was sharply polished into what it is now.
Changli asked Mo Changyi: "What level has your chess skill reached?"
Mo Changyi thought for a while and then said: "General."
This is generally compared to a national player.
He learned chess from that national player for a while when he was a child, but gave up in-depth study due to other reasons, but his level is already better than many people.
However, judging from Chang Li's performance, his chess skills should only be compared to Yinghuo and Haoyue.
So he usually said this quite sincerely, but he didn't expect that in the next game, he would directly change from: You win, I will be happy if you lose, to: You lose like this, how can I let go?
He stared at Chang Li's increasingly cold face, and a hint of amusement flashed through his heart again.
He didn't expect that Chang Li was really not good at chess.
In fact, Chang Li's appearance was so intimidating that Mo Changyi subconsciously decided that he was a master and used twelve martial arts skills to fight him.
The result can be imagined.
Generally speaking, people who are good at mathematics will not be too bad at Go, but Chang Li is a surprise because he never plays chess with his heart in mind.
If he plays with such an impatient attitude, he will naturally not win a favor.
Good results
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