She buried her head in his chest for a long time, and her heart gradually calmed down.

She looked up at him, and she felt a little dissatisfied because of the black mask. She wanted to take it off, but was caught by him.

"Son, don't." He shook his head.

"Why?" Han asked. No matter what he became, she didn't care even if it ruined her appearance.

As long as it is him, it's fine.

The moment she was really hugged in her arms, she realized that the so-called slap her in the face and the so-called queries were nothing more than the gamble before seeing her.

I was afraid that I would lose.

Whether it is resentment, hatred, or obsession, it takes time to settle it, but no matter what, she will never dislike him because of his changes in appearance.

He would not have different attitudes towards him because of his appearance.

She didn't remember what was born on the road to the underworld, but she remembered the warmth of him protecting her in his arms in the turbulent time and space. If it weren't for him, she might not have been able to wait for the arrival of immortality.

He owes her, and he pays it back little by little.

Thinking of this, Han suddenly remembered that Changsheng once said that when he first arrived in Jiuzhou, the soul of Xiling Mohe was broken, so he used the method of protecting his soul to send him to the human world to reincarnate.

Could it be that the method of protecting the soul has gone wrong?

"Don't think about it all, I'm fine." Xiling Mohe saw her frowning slightly, and knew that she was wondering what she was wondering, "I won't let you see it because this is not my body."

"Isn't your body?" Han asked in confusion.

Taking over the body? possessing one? Puppet? In an instant, no ten related spell secrets flashed through her mind.

There is no way, things like this in the world of immortal cultivation are too normal.

"Things are a little more complicated, so I will not explain it for the time being." Xiling Mohedao held her hand in the palm of her hand with both hands. "In short, I borrowed someone else's body to see you, so don't look at this face. I don't want you to think of someone else's face when you think of me in the future."

He will find another suitable body, and he will leave this body to Changkong. The word love is always selfish. Even if he has already regarded Changkong as his closest relative, he still doesn't want her to mistakenly recognize Changkong.

Even for a while, it won't work.

"Okay." Han nodded and didn't ask more. Since it was someone else's face, she wouldn't look at it. However, after savoring the meaning of his words, she looked at him: "Can you leave soon?"

Since it is not his body, it cannot be kept for a long time.

"Well, at most one hour." Xiling Mohe replied. Although he had already advised Mu Zongliang and others, it would still be inappropriate if the prince disappeared for too long. Moreover, for this body today, the burden on his soul body at the sixth level of foundation building is too great.

He didn't want her to see him feeling embarrassed after he was sick.

For a moment, the two fell silent.

It has been too long since they were honest with each other.

For Han, aside from the few minutes before the explosion in his previous life, she had not spoken quietly and tenderly to him for more than 20 years.

And the same is true for Xiling Mohe.

Although the little time stolen by Li Chengyu's identity was also satisfied, many words could not be said explicitly through the grudges of his identity.

They have too many things to say, but in the face of this short hour, nothing is enough to say, and nothing is wasted.

"Then... go for a walk outside the city?" After a moment of silence, he said coldly.

"good."

Han did not turn on "Dongwei" to see him, but he could still tell that the body he borrowed was just a mortal warrior. Although being able to borrow someone else's body showed that Xiling Mohe itself must be of good strength, this type of magic also consumed a lot.

She knew this, so she took the initiative to release the Yuehua Sword: "I'll take you."

Xiling Mohe knew Han's meaning, and was not pretentious, so he nodded and replied softly: "Okay."

She drove the Yuehua sword toward Shengjing City. He stood behind her, wrapped his hands around her waist, and leaned against her.

"Son, I saw your words." On the way, Xiling Mo River.

"Ah..." She was cold for a moment, and she remembered the scene of writing these words back then, "You came to me when you saw them?"

Xiling Mohe smiled softly: "No, I knew you were in Kunlun a long time ago, but because of some special reasons, I couldn't find you."

Han said: "Is it a very important reason?"

"It's about life and death."

Han stopped asking more questions. As long as he was sure that he was in Donglizhou and was good, it would be enough. He was willing to talk about the things around him, and she would listen to them. If he didn't want to talk about them, she would not ask about them.

Because if she is not interested, it will be a waste of energy to ask. If she is interested, if she is interested, she will also look for the answers herself.

When low-level monks fly with swords, they rarely use their own natal magic weapons. First, they only start to build them after the foundation building stage. Many monks have to reach the fasting realm before they can improve their natal magic weapons; second, the natal magic weapons are more suitable for their hearts, killing enemies and defending them more easily. Use other flying swords to fly with swords, and the natal magic weapons can be in a defensive state at any time.

But for Han, the Yuehua Sword does not require her to slowly polish and nourish her. She has lived with her soul for decades. There is no need to say much about tacit understanding. She is not used to fly on the sword on weekdays, just because the Yuehua Sword is too dazzling.

In fact, the speed of flying with the sword is the fastest. With Han’s cultivation level of the third level of foundation building at this time, it only takes half a cup of tea to travel dozens of miles.

Even if the invisibility technique is not used, the mortals below can only see a blue light passing through the sky.

So the two of them quickly left Shengjing City and stopped in a forest.

It was already late autumn. The leaves fell all over the ground, half of the branches had become bare, and the moonlight fell in the forest, and the light and darkness were intertwined.

In the middle of the night, the woods outside the city, if someone with a timid person came, he would be frustrated when walking. However, Han and Xiling Mohe were both bold and naturally would not be afraid.

Because the person who is by your side is the person in your heart, he feels warm and peaceful.

Running out so far is not something specific to do, it is just to find a quiet place to be alone with each other.

Since she had only been one short hour, she didn't want to waste it in the noisy crowd. In a quieter place, she could only smell his breath in the air.

"Son, your cultivation has increased a little quickly recently!" The two of them walked in the forest holding hands, and Xiling Mohe smiled, "I remember when I was in Shuzhou, you had only built a foundation level. In just half a year, you have been promoted to two small realms in a row."

Han said: "You were there when you were in Shuzhou?"

Xiling Mohedao: "It hasn't been there all the time."
Chapter completed!