Chapter Seventy-two Reunion

  Mo Xinkai looked up at the sky, which was densely covered with dark clouds. He thought to himself that it should be time for Xian Ni'er to come and take over soon. However... today's temperature was really too low, perhaps he should let Xian Ni'er go back and rest instead? As far as he knew, most of the Spirit Clan disliked cold weather. Anyway, he had already stood guard for a whole morning, so it didn't matter if he stood for another half day.

  Moxinke shrunk his neck again, and at this moment, he found a black dot approaching from afar. Moxinke narrowed his eyes and observed carefully. It was an ordinary horse-drawn carriage pulled by two horses. In the icy snow, the speed of the carriage seemed unusually slow. From the time it entered Moxinke's field of vision until it passed in front of him, it took nearly an hour.

  Mo Xin felt a sense of wonder in his heart, as no one would be willing to travel in such weather. He had stood there for half a day and only saw two fully armed knights apart from this horse carriage. The snow-covered plain before him had become a desolate world devoid of human presence. Suddenly seeing a slow-moving horse carriage stubbornly making its way through the icy landscape was enough to surprise anyone, let alone when it stopped right in front of him.

  A man jumped down from the other side of the carriage, and from Mo Xing's angle, he could only see that person's two small legs and the leather boots on his feet. Then he heard the joyful voice of the car driver: "Thank you, sir! Thank you, sir..."

  The horse carriage turned a corner and sped away in the direction it came from, Mo Xinkuo was stunned, and across the street, there was a young man smiling at him.

  When he was usually waiting here, he had made all kinds of assumptions about this scene. For example, on the good side, Han Jin rode over on horseback and suddenly jumped out to scare him; On the bad side, Han Jin was locked in a prisoner's cart, and he sneaked up from behind, disrupted the knights' camp, and rescued Han Jin from the tiger's mouth. Of course, these two are just representatives, and Mo Xinko's actual assumptions can be described as bizarre, not because his imagination is too rich, but because he is bored every day waiting here, and he can't practice swordsmanship on the side of the road, right?

  However, as time passed, Moxinke had lost all hope. But then, suddenly, this moment really arrived! Although he didn't have the chance to scare Han Jin, and Han Jin didn't scare him either, this reunion was extremely ordinary and calm. Yet, for some reason, Moxinke couldn't control himself; he felt like there was something in his chest that was about to explode, and all he wanted to do was let it all out with a loud shout.

  "You... you bastard..." Mo Xinko said in a trembling voice, then strode quickly towards Han Jin.

  "Hey!" Seeing Mo Xinkuo's stance, Han Jin's face changed color.

  Moxinke's arms wrapped around Han Jin, holding him in the middle. With a burst of strength, he spun Han Jin around, and waves of joyful and excited laughter echoed through the air. Xian Ni'er didn't know when she arrived, standing more than ten meters away from Moxinke, smiling and watching her companions. In fact, she was just as excited as Moxinke, but she was better at controlling her emotions.

  After circling seventeen or eighteen times, Moxinke finally let go of Han Jin. Han Jin glared at Moxinke with a bad temper and then looked at Xian Ni'er, smiling: "Come on, give me a hug..."

  Compared to the excitement of meeting Mo Xinkuo, he would rather look forward to Xian Ni'er's enthusiasm. It is said that the appearance of the spirits are extremely beautiful, and Han Jin had always been deeply curious about this.

  Xian Ni'er gazed quietly at Han Jin, her eyes filled with a smile, this kind of smile wasn't particularly passionate, but very warm.

  Han Jin walked closer and closer, Xian Ni'er remained still. Finally, the two stood face to face. Han Jin let out a dry laugh, actually he was just too excited and wanted to make a joke. No matter what reaction Xian Ni'er would have towards his arms, whether it be shyness, intentionally avoiding him, or directly welcoming him, at least she should show some attitude so he could decide whether to continue the joke or not. But Xian Ni'er didn't move a muscle, this made Han Jin feel somewhat embarrassed. He couldn't just ignore her and forcefully hug her, could he?

  Han Jin helplessly put down his arms, just thinking of something to say, when Xian Ni'er suddenly came up and lightly hugged Han Jin, patting him on the back with her palm a few times, saying in a low voice: "Welcome back."

  Han Jin was stunned, and just as he thought about whether he should hug her back, Xian Ni'er had already taken a few steps back. Now if he went to hug her again, it would be purely impolite. Han Jin could only scold himself in his heart for his slow reaction...

  Three people walked up the mountain in a row, with flying snow and howling cold wind all over the sky. Not only did it not affect their mood, but on the contrary, there was a kind of heroic flavor. The three people stood upright, talking loudly in the wind and snow. Among them, Mo Xinkai's momentum was the most unrestrained. He simply opened his leather jacket and let the wind and snow hit his chest. He felt it was too hot inside, and only by doing so could he vent his inner excitement.

  Beyond this mountain, down below is the small village where Mo Xing Ke and his family live in seclusion. From up high, it appears to have around a dozen or so households. It's not just wild beasts that hibernate during winter, humans do too. Those homes are all tightly shut, letting the wind and snow fill their courtyards and block their doors. In this kind of weather, they definitely won't be going out. After all, they've already prepared everything they need to eat and use.

  When they were still dozens of meters away from the village, Mo Xinko suddenly opened his mouth and shouted loudly: "Stilberg, get out here and see who's back! Damn it, if you dare to scold me again in the future, I'll skin you!"

  Han Jin couldn't help but laugh, saying that the sound of the speech was like a gong and drum, it seemed that Stillberg hadn't been idle while Mo Xingke was away, this should be because he himself had gone missing.

  In an instant, Stillberg's figure appeared beside the courtyard gate. Seeing Han Jin, he was stunned for a moment, and then his shrill cry spread throughout the village: "Young Master! Young Master..."

  Seeing Stilberg stumbling over, Han Jin was deeply moved. Compared to Mo Xinkuo and the others, Stilberg's feelings towards him were the most genuine. Even if he, Han Jin, was a useless waste, Stilberg would still treat him as his master.

  "It's really you..." Sasori appeared at the gate, followed by Michelle, and finally Hina and Qili also came out, almost everyone was there.

  Han Jin patted Stillberg on the shoulder and pulled him forward, while Xian Niel deliberately fell back a few steps, pulling Mo Xin Ke's sleeve corner, then lowered her voice to say: "Have you noticed that he is different from before?"

  "What's different?" Musk asked in astonishment.

  "There's an extra murderous aura about him, can't you feel it?"

  "I also have a killer aura!" Mo Xinkai scanned his surroundings with an air of majesty, exuding an aura that was both intimidating and awe-inspiring.

  Xian Ni'er patted her forehead with her hand and said helplessly, "You... never mind, if you've been in the military and have survived several wars, you'll understand what I'm saying."