C62 (1/2)
Dongfang Xiaoran didn't understand Di Qing Mo's character very well. However, after being together with Di Qing Mo for half a year on the sound transmission flute, Dongfang Xiaoran had gotten to know Di Qing Mo quite well. Thus, Dongfang Xiaoran knew that Di Qing Mo's willingness to teach Luo and Xiao Bai was already giving her enough face.
”Thank you.” Dongfang Xiaoran sincerely thanked Di Qingmo for his help, and for saving her so many times.
”If you really want to thank me, then work hard to enter Tianfeng Academy.”
Li Luo sneakily glanced at Di Qing Mo, wanting to say something but hesitating.
”Say what you want to say, don't mind it.” Di Qing Mo seemed to have eyes on the back of his head. Luo Yuan's heart skipped a beat.
”Big Brother Qingmo, what kind of martial ability are you?” Loulan Slash's blue eyes sparkled as he looked at Di Qing Mo with reverence.
”Take a guess.” Di Qing Mo could almost see himself looking at his father with a face full of worship. Immediately, his heart grew closer to Luo. If he had Di Qing Mo's subordinates with him now, he would be surprised by Di Qing Mo's gentleness. Di Qing Mo had always been known for being cold-blooded and ruthless! He was also responsible for a lot of things, and rarely had he been amiable like this.
”An Empyrean God soldier?”
Di Qing Mo wore a mask, his expression could not be seen. Only his delicate chin could be seen that he was in a good mood.
Li Luo saw that Di Qing Mo did not express anything and thought he had guessed wrongly. He continued guessing at other martial arts.
”Summoner?”
Dongfang Xiaoran turned around and glanced at Di Qingmo, who was wearing a silver mask. She recalled that she had never seen his contract beast before and guessed that Di Qingmo was probably not a summoner.
As expected, Di Qing Mo did not express anything. Li Luo cried out in disbelief: ”Could brother Qing Mo be an alchemist?”
Di Qingmo still did not express anything. Li Luo shouted in disappointment, his eyes not as bright as before. ”A mage?”
Di Qing's eyes shone, her chin began to tremble slightly.
”Could he be a light class Cleric?” Li Luo suddenly felt the lofty image of Di Qingmo crumbling within his heart.
”Li Luo, there's always someone stronger than others, and there's always someone stronger than you. No matter what sort of martial skill I am, you only need to know that I can use a powerful force to suppress others and make others look up to me.” Di Qing Mo was in a good mood as he explained. He hoped that Li Luo could understand that there were no substantial differences between different martial abilities.
Dongfang Xiaoran also looked curiously at Di Qing Mo. What kind of martial ability was he exactly?
Under the night sky, the occasional howls of the magical beasts added to the terror of the night. Li Luo and Little White had already been sent by Di Qingmo to the Despair Abyss. Dongfang Xiaoran bored, she would use the stick in her hand to poke the fire in front of her from time to time, waiting for a wild deer to be slaughtered on the way.
”Can you eat it like this?” Di Qing Mo curiously looked at Dongfang Xiaoran as she wiped the venison. Her nose was filled with a strange yet pleasant fragrance.