Chapter 1291: Attacking the Tasteless Copycat Boss

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Feng Guang was stunned and suddenly felt a headache. She squatted on the ground holding her head. There seemed to be many harsh noises in her mind, giving her an unbearable headache.

"What's wrong?" The man came to her side, reached out and held her hand. Then, he noticed the wooden sculpture she was holding tightly in her hand. His eyes were dim and his voice was even softer. "Where does it hurt?"

"I..." Fengguang quickly realized that he was too close to her. She took out her hand, stood up and took a few steps back. She ignored the pain in her head and said angrily: "Who allowed you to touch me? Already?"

"I saw that Feng Guang was uncomfortable, so I couldn't bear to step forward to care for her. If Feng Guang didn't like her, then I would just stand still." He meant what he said, and it seemed that he really didn't intend to get close to her.

Feng Guang breathed a sigh of relief, but didn't dare to completely let go.

He suddenly said: "The scenery of that wooden sculpture looks very precious."

"This is Mo Qing's thing." She put the hand holding the wood carving behind her back, as if she was afraid that he would come to snatch it. "I only have the opportunity to bring this thing here. Of course I cherish it."

"I think so. If it wasn't his thing, why would the scenery be so precious?" Under the plum blossom tree, he raised his lips and smiled, as gentle as jade. The flying snow behind him had become the background at this moment.

The wind seemed cooler.

She couldn't help but take another step back, looked at him warily, and remained silent.

"Why doesn't Fengguang say anything?"

"You are in danger."

The corners of his eyes were slightly curved, and his smile became more innocent, "Feng Guang's intuition is still so strong."

She was stunned for a moment because of the familiarity in his words, "Do you know me well?"

"I don't understand you now." He looked far away, seeming to be looking at the snow-capped mountains behind her, but also seemed not to be looking at anything.

It actually made people feel the loneliness emanating from him.

Feng Guang suddenly felt a little strange, and she asked: "Who are you?"

"I am the fairy transformed from the ice lotus in the Linglong Pond." He blinked and chuckled, "The scenery can call me Qiu Shi."

She muttered, "Didn't you just say your name was Mo Qing?"

"I was just teasing you, do you really believe it?"

"I don't believe it." She snorted.

He smiled, "If Feng Guang is willing to take a step closer to me, I can tell you that the wood carving in your hand has some functions that you don't know about."

"Isn't wood carving just wood carving? What else can it do besides looking at it?"

"Of course it's because you don't know." He smiled again, "If you are willing to take two steps closer, I can tell you Mo Qing's true identity."

"Mo Qing...'s true identity?"

"Want to know?" He raised his lips and chuckled, "There is nothing in this world that I don't know."

Feng Guang pursed her lips and thought for a while. Maybe he could prove that Mo Qing was not a fantasy in her mind. She followed the instructions and took two steps closer, but her expression was still very wary, "I did what you said, you tell me." ."

He smiled with satisfaction and said slowly: "Mo Qing is Mo Qing. He is the thirty-second generation disciple of the Immortal Sect. Although he is nominally Zhiwei's disciple, he was personally taught by the founder of the Immortal Sect, and the one in your hand Wood carving, do you know what kind of wood it is made of?"

"What……"

"Peach wood."

Feng Guang's hand trembled, what is peach wood? Even if she doesn't understand these fantasy things, she still knows that peach wood is used to drive away ghosts.

Qiushi's eyes narrowed slightly, "Now you should know why you met him. One is the chief disciple of the Immortal Sect, and the other is a lonely ghost wandering in the mountains..."