Three thousand years ago, Mo Yun alone forged the imperial weapon Ping She Bi and presented it to a ruler who brought peace to an era. 。,"No, it's nothing, I just need to go out for a while..." Jia Xi hurried to explain, but Mo Yun's playful eyes followed her again. 。This made Jia Xi extremely uncomfortable. 。,"Hmph, this little wretch is already in such a state, does he think he can do anything" Wang Fu looked at Mo Yun, who was weak and emaciated on the sickbed, and said disdainfully. 。。