Transcending the Nine Heavens

Three days, Mo's.

Ever since the important sons and brothers of the great families came to visit Mo Light Dance, Mo Light Dance Day has been well.

But Mo Xingxing, the father of Mo Xingxing, found that his little daughter was becoming more and more silent. Every day he stays in his own little yard, except for practice, where he holds the sheath and is demented.

Her personality, from its original liveliness and cuteness, became calm and restrained, small, seemingly heavy. She would never hold her neck and call her father sweetly, nor would she ever see a man with a sweet smile on his face.

Occasionally, she meets someone in the family, she looks at them without expression, and then walks over plainly.

A little girl who is only a few months old and has reached the age of eleven years, this condolent silence is like an authoritarian girl in her twenties who has been devastated. When people see it, there's something in it that's not flavorful.

In the time that I just took her knife away, my daughter will cry when she sees herself: Father, please give me back my knife...

But now she doesn't ask for it anymore. It seems that the knife has never appeared in her life.

But Mo Xingxing knew that the knife was in his daughter's heart, leaving a wound that would never be worn out!

There is no hope in her eyes; there is no more prayer. Even the occasional toys and jewellery that Mo Xingxing's father bought for her did not arouse the slightest emotion in her eyes. Just a word of routine: thank you, Father. There is no more.

And the jewelry, she never wore. She was just a red jacket, and on her head, she was always just that monotonous butterfly of cloud steel, spreading her wings. In hand, it's always just that broken sheath.

It is only when you see these two things that your heart's desire will be revealed in your eyes. She seemed to be expecting something, expecting something, but would never say...

Mo Tianqi has been fighting in the war zone, constantly bringing back some strange good things for her little sister, but Mo Dance is not a word. Just packed out an empty room and sealed them all in.

On one occasion, the person who came back spoke to Mo Qingdao, saying that the second son hoped that the lady would return a letter, Mo Qingdao said indifferently: the second brother was ambitious and would not need my letter.

It is said that Mo Tianjin almost collapsed after hearing this statement! And even more desperate from now on... he is desperately accumulating his own class and preparing... to take back the position of first heir from Mo Tianyun! Then, for your own sister, settle down!

Now he's only a second son, he doesn't have the right to arrange such a big thing! He knew his sister was sad, but he didn't want long. A moment of joy doesn't hide the darkness of your life!

Only when she is around her mother will she reveal her true feelings in her eyes: unhappiness, love, resentment, helplessness to this family...

In her little heart, she knew clearly that the family had abandoned herself! Yourself, already the abandoned son of the family; in this period of time, the family did not care about itself to occasionally have greetings, solely for the sake of the innumerable brothers, such as director Ji Mo, to visit themselves, so that the family discovered that there was still something worth investing in.

That's why I changed my attitude slightly.

But such a change of attitude is for the greater good! Though young, can't you not know that you have grown up in the great world?

If these guys show interest in themselves, I'm afraid the family will immediately set up a marriage for themselves and contact an important ally!

Especially the elder was not conscious, said to have this thought now, and sent such a message in a hidden way to director Ji Mo's unharmed solo, Ray, etc. etc. Had it not been for a few people who refused at a young age, they would have been ‘someone's fiancée' by now.

“Ma'am, if you'll excuse me.” The maid came to the newspaper.

“Okay.” Mo gently stood up, half tall compared to the next three days, just slim and weak. She slowly walked out.

Throughout this time, she has been practicing with greater effort, but to no avail, and once the spiritual strength has reached her chest, it hurts and does not pass. That made her even more desperate.

“Dance, you're here.” Mrs. Mo looked at her little daughter with some heartache, and she had always looked at the changes in her daughter's eyes and felt pain in her heart; but there was nothing she could do.

Though she is the natural mother of no light dance, she is also only a woman; in this great world, where men's three wives and four concubines are very common, the status of women is very low. Not to mention the lack of a voice in family matters!

She had no choice but to accept the family's decision.

“Mother, what can I do for you?” Don't dance with your eyes flashing.

“Well, Dance, in a month, you're 11, right?” Lady Mo's eyes flashed with a touch of love.

“Yes. By the beginning of July next month, I'll be eleven.” Don't dance with a sudden rumbling in your heart, an unnamed panic overhanging your mind: Why did my mother ask me how old I was? Is it?...

“Well, in the blink of an eye, my little dance became a big girl.” Lady Mo smiled slightly. “I'm 11 years old... when I was 11 years old for my mother... I've already made love to your father...”

“Ah?” Mo took a step back and looked at Lady Mo in alarm: “Mother... you? ”

“In the meantime, Mo's wind and rain shook...” Lady Mo sighed a long time: “The more your brother and your second brother make a scene, the stronger the family, the weaker it is, which is not a good thing for the whole family...”

“Therefore, the elders have been discussing with your father during this time to see if… we can find another strong and reliable ally for my Mo family…" Mrs. Mo said with some difficulty.

Don't dance lightly and look at your mother with a little trembling.

“So… I want to make a decision for you as soon as possible…” Lady Mo looked at her daughter helplessly: "It is at this time that the dreamer came to ask for a relationship…”

“Dreamer?” Don't dance lightly in a white-faced, murky way. But there was a flash of hatred in his eyes.

“Yes, dreamer. And the dreamer, this time a stunning teenager master, is now the eldest son of the dreamer, the dreamer. Dreams fall 23 years old this year, but in the younger life of the dreamer, he is already the undisputed first master; even the throne has been broken to cultivate.” Mrs. Mo's lips are a little bitter.

Dreamfall, that's good, this Dreamfall boy is truly the throne cultivator, when it comes to strength, in the middle three days of his younger life, he's also quite remarkable. Apart from a limited number of people, he can already be said to be the peak of his younger life!

Such a handsome young man is indeed the best son-in-law of all families!

But... this Dreamboy is a family. And wives and concubines! And it was basically the Meng clan who came out to ask for relatives and ended up cheating on him.

It is also a means to empower dreamers. He doesn't care what the woman's status is in their family, he doesn't care what she looks like, he just uses it to increase the influence of the dreamer.

So, after hearing that Mo's daughter had lost her three-vagina credentials, she wanted to come and ask for family. It was only then that the dance was only nine and a half years old, and it was too much to ask for anything.

Now that I'm eleven, I naturally don't have to worry about that. Generally speaking, the less upset daughters of all extended families are mostly married at this age stage.

So it was the first time the dream came to ask for a kiss.

This is something that the Mo family cannot ask for. The Mo clan is now struggling so hard to need such an ally.

“Whoever he is, I disagree!” Don't dance to death and bite your lips: “Mother, my father promised me that he would never force me! I don't want to be a family marriage tool! ”

“But when your father promised you...” Lady Mo sighed helplessly, heartwarming, when your father promised you, you were possessed of a trigeminal vein. There is no limit to the future of a woman with a trigeminal vein. Naturally, you can't marry grass like this, but now you don't have it...

“The family has been good to me since childhood, turns out it's just for three pubic veins!” Don't tremble your lips: “So when the three vaginas were destroyed, the family gave up! If you don't smell it, think of it as a puppy... but mother, even if you have a puppy... sometimes you need to touch it and get close to it; but your daughter, after the three clitoris veins are gone, nobody even cares? ”

“Now I want to trade the body and happiness of this broken daughter, the already abandoned daughter, for an ally...” Don't dance softly: “Mother, am I your daughter? Am I Mo's bone meat? Why is our Mo family so ruthless? ”

“I knew that my destiny would not be very satisfactory, but... even if it were another family, when choosing a husband for their daughter and making arrangements for her to be close to her, I would consult my daughter. Why did you come to me and tell me directly? ”

When Mrs. Mo comes forward, it means the matter is settled. Mrs Mo did the final persuasive work, which, although young, was clearly known.

“But... the elders have made up their minds about this matter..." Lady Mo looked powerlessly at her daughter: “Your father can't help it. ”

“Father didn't want to agree to this, did he?” Don't dance with sadness or even some irony.

Lady Mo was speechless for a while and suddenly her voice shook: “Little dance... I can't help it... we are a family, a family...”

“I can't agree to this. If you want me to say yes, unless I've asked someone.” Don't dance lightly. "I mean, unless I die! But speaking of this, I suddenly remembered a person, and suddenly a glimmer of light appeared in her eyes, and this glimmer of light was filled with hope:" As long as he said yes, or he didn't care about me, I said yes! ”

Mrs. Mo was sensitive to the light and happiness in her daughter's eyes at this moment, as if it were her last resort and hope, full of obsession; she couldn't help but tighten her heart and ask, "Who?! ”

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