There is still a chance to save Jiang Hua's soul.
Qin Moyu looked at Shen Mo and suddenly asked, "Don't you have anything you want to ask me?"
For example, what Jiang Hua and I just talked about, what I said in response to Jiang Hua, and why I called him Jiang Hua directly instead of Xiang Mei from the beginning.
"Would you answer if I asked you?" Shen Mo asked.
"I don't know," Qin Moyu replied decisively.
He didn't know if Shen Mo would tell him, but he hadn't even told his master about the time travel.
"Then I'll wait until you're ready to tell me, and then I'll ask you," Shen Mo said frankly. He looked at Qin Moyu, who was still struggling with her decision, and couldn't help but sigh helplessly.
Shen Mo turned Qin Moyu around with a slightly forceful gesture, pressed her down obediently, and stared intently into Qin Moyu's eyes, saying word by word, "Moyu, why don't you understand?"
"It doesn't matter how many secrets you have to me. I just want to give you the best and fulfill all your wishes."
Whether it's experiencing different scenery or saving Jiang Hua's soul, Shen Mo is willing to help Qin Moyu accomplish whatever he wants to do.
He never hesitated to express his deep affection for Qin Moyu, using the most straightforward words to let this feeling sweep over Qin Moyu like a tide, encompassing everything about her, and waiting for Qin Moyu to turn back in a place where she could see him.
For Qin Moyu, who was unaware of his own lack of security, this tolerance and waiting was what initially attracted him to Shen Yebai.
"But……"
Qin Moyu reached out and gently rubbed her hand against Shen Mo's cheek, smiling gently: "I want to tell you now, what should we do, Ye Bai?"
Night white.
It's been so long since I've heard that title.
Shen Mo was stunned. His eyes widened slightly. The sudden surprise made him even begin to doubt whether he was hallucinating.
Qin Moyu misunderstood: "Don't you want to hear it? Or do you not like me calling you..."
"No, no, no!" Shen Mo quickly snapped back to reality, nodding frantically for fear that Qin Moyu would change her mind. He could barely speak properly. "I like you, no, I don't like you, no, no, I like you, no, I like you, and I like it when you call me that, yes, yes, that's it, you can call me whatever you want, I like it!"
Qin Moyu was almost dizzy from his affection, and didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
but……
Qin Moyu's lips curled up slightly. He took Shen Mo's hand, his playful smile carrying a hint of smugness: "Then I'll call you that from now on. Only I can call you that. Suddenly, it feels pretty good."
Well, he was absolutely not arrogant about the special titles reserved for Tribulation Transcending stage experts.
However, it seemed that Shen Mo was even happier than himself.
In any case, Qin Moyu never saw the upward curve of Shen Mo's lips disappear until he left the inheritance site.
Chapter Seventy-Eight: A Promise No matter where you are, I will always…
After putting away everything Jiang Hua had given them, the two didn't rush to leave, because Shen Mo felt that the Inheritance Ground was a great place to study formations.
"Really?" Qin Moyu looked at the empty room with only the two of them and began to wonder if he was being too narrow-minded. Did people with high cultivation levels prefer such simple houses?
Shen Mo simply smiled and did not answer.
Do you like it? Not necessarily.
But if I go back, I won't be able to be alone in a room with Qin Moyu anymore.
Being too popular with his Daoist partner brings a sweet kind of trouble. Sometimes Shen Mo wishes he could shrink Qin Moyu down and put him in his pocket, carrying him with him and making him his own personal possession.
But Shen Mo also knew that Qin Moyu didn't like this kind of overprotected or even confined life. If he really did that, then Qin Moyu wouldn't be Qin Moyu.
More than anything else, Shen Mo wanted Qin Moyu to be happy.
Qin Moyu didn't understand Shen Mo's little scheme, but he figured he might as well leave it behind. It would be good for him to see what he could use among the treasures Jiang Hua had left behind.
The two of them sat together, one studying the formation and the other looking at the treasures, and the atmosphere wasn't awkward even though they didn't talk.
At first, Qin Moyu was able to sit upright. The mountain of treasures was exciting at first glance, but after looking at them for a while, they were nothing more than defensive and offensive magical artifacts. There was nothing particularly novel. By the time he realized it, he had been using Shen Mo as a cushion for half a day.
Shen Mo stood upright, like a mountain standing still, and was able to multitask by noticing that Qin Moyu had moved to the side.
"Is Mo Yu feeling bored?" Shen Mo said, moving closer to Qin Mo Yu, and the two of them were now sitting next to each other again.
Qin Moyu hesitated for a moment and then nodded: "A little."
He wasn't a quiet person to begin with; he always liked to find someone or something to attract his attention.
"Would Mo Yu like to hear a story?" Shen Mo chuckled. "A story from my childhood."
Qin Moyu's eyes brightened slightly, but she still had some concerns: "Won't this disturb your research on formations?"
"Over the years, I have devoted myself to studying the formations of the extremely cold lands. There is only one part that I haven't figured out yet, which is why I wanted to find a successor. I just glanced through the notes left by Jiang Hua, and I already have a general idea of what it is." When talking about his best formations, Shen Mo's expression became much more lively than usual, and he exuded unparalleled confidence. "If it weren't for the time constraints, and if I had more time, I could even break it without the notes. There is no formation in this world that I cannot study or create."
Qin Moyu had never seen Shen Mo so animated and lively before, which piqued his curiosity.
"Any kind of formation will do?"
"certainly."
"Can a formation that can increase grain yield also work?" Qin Moyu, upholding the spirit of good farming, asked an extremely simple question.