Wei Li is dead.
Mo Xiang witnessed his death with his own eyes and could not stop it at all.
What he remembered was the indifference of the man with lowered eyebrows and an expression that was completely different from usual. He said to him: "Mo Xiang, there is no other way. I must die at some point."
The man who claimed to be a Mohist lowered his eyes with compassion and said, "And you will forget it."
——"Mo Xiang."
Many, many years passed.
Not long after Mo Xiang became an immortal, the person who happened to be in trouble was Mo Zhe.
He saw a handsome man who called himself Zhuang Miao and said he was the replacement for his master Li Yan.
That Zhuang Miao is exactly the same as Wei Li, and can even be said to be better.
——However, that Zhuang Miao was the Li Yan Mo Zhe whom he had heard about for a long time.
He was clearly guilty, but what was he yearning for unconsciously?
Mo Xiang looked at Li Yan's indifferent and beautiful face and thought.
After all, the future is long.
He smiled and thought about this idea
Li Yan (receiving) × Mo Xiang (attacking)
Broken and abject (?) × Gentle as water (?)
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