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Chapter 219: Sacrifice to the Beast God (19)

"Oh? I don't think I've ever met you, sir?"

Mo Ci had a look of doubt on his face, but he was thinking in his heart, what was the purpose of this person coming here?

At least from the current situation, the other party did not recognize Xuan Sang as the human-beast he had fed before.

Thinking about the portrait in the cave again, the person in the portrait looks almost identical to Qinghui.

Perhaps, this person came for this?

With that said, he might be able to learn something from the other party.

Thinking about it, Mo Ci put one hand behind his back and patted Xuan Sang gently, telling him not to worry and to stay calm.

The old man in front of him tried to see Mo Ci's appearance clearly through the hoodie.

But because of Mo Ci's deliberate efforts, he couldn't see anything.

He had no choice but to take out a small portrait from his sleeve and hand it to Mo Ci to see.

"Perhaps, after seeing this painting, you would like to have a chat with me."

There is a person in the small portrait, and this portrait is almost the same as the one in Xuan Sang’s cave. It is obvious at a glance that they were created by the same person.

Everything in the cave was taken away by Mo Ci.

The other party still had some in his hand, and judging from the ink marks, it must have been painted not long ago.

In other words, so many paintings were created by the other party.

But why did this person paint so many portraits?

What is his relationship with the person in the portrait?

While thinking in his mind, Mo Ci pretended to be surprised and looked at the old man in confusion.

This revealed the face under the hoodie, causing the old man's originally calm eyes to suddenly become excited.

"My dear friend, why don't you go in and talk slowly?"

The old man couldn't wait to speak again. Mo Ci looked at him and nodded after thinking for a while.

While holding Xuan Sang's arm and giving him a soothing look, he watched the old man take a seat and sat down aside himself.

Xuan Sang didn't know why, but he always felt a little uneasy when facing the old man, and finally just stood behind Mo Ci.

Both parties sat down, and Mo Ci took off the hoodie on his head, revealing his current appearance.

"Where did you get this painting? And who is the person in the portrait?"

This time he could see Mo Ci's appearance clearly. Complex emotions flashed in the old man's eyes. He just looked at Mo Ci and sighed for a long time before speaking.

"This person is my most proud child."

child?

There was a hint of inquiry in Mo Ci's eyes. Is the person in the portrait the old man's child?

Are they biological? Or are they just children of a master-disciple relationship?

"His name is Yan Jizhao. He's the child I've been waiting for hundreds of years. He's been handsome since he was young, and his cultivation is far superior to mine."

Yan Jizhao, this unfamiliar name made Mo Ci feel no emotion at all.

But Mo Ci was very curious, why did Qinghui look so much like Yan Jizhao? Could it be that Yan Jizhao and the beastman gave birth to Qinghui?

But Qinghui has his own father and mother...

Among orcs, even between parents and children, there is not much similarity in appearance.

Therefore, it is difficult to determine whether Qinghui is his parents' child.

But let’s not talk about this matter for now. Mo Ci looked at the old man and asked.

"What is your name?"

"Yan Shuo. What about you, kid?"

"Moci."

After the two exchanged names, Mo Ci spoke again.

"Senior Yan, there are so many people in this world who look alike. Perhaps you've recognized the wrong person."

Yan Shuo listened but shook his head, "No, you don't know, I waited for many years to have a son, so naturally I have to take good care of him."

"So, I once put something in him, and this thing will be passed down through his bloodline."

"If you want to know if I've found the wrong person, just give it a try."

After he finished speaking, Yan Shuo did not force any action, but looked at Mo Ci with a questioning look.

To be honest, this attitude is very good. Although Mo Ci believes that he is stronger than Yan Shuo, he is restraining his strength at this time, and the strength he shows is not as good as Yan Shuo.

From this point of view, Yan Shuo seems to care a lot about his son Yan Jizhao.

Think about Li Yan who was killed by Mo Ci. After all, maybe he is Li Yan's elder.

As for the present, Mo Ci pondered for a while. His strength was stronger than Yan Shuo's. With his spiritual sense observing, whatever Yan Shuo wanted to do was transparent in his eyes.

So, what's wrong with agreeing?

"Since Senior Yan has said this, if I don't agree, wouldn't it be ungrateful?"

As he spoke, Mo Ci's gaze fell on Yan Shuo, and he could see that Yan Shuo had no ill will towards him.

"How would Senior Yan like to try?"

Yan Shuo got the answer and smiled, "Kid, just stretch out your hand."

Mo Ci stretched out his hand as he was told, while observing Yan Shuo's every move.

I was still thinking that judging from Yan Shuo's performance, Yan Jizhao must be in great danger.

As to whether he is Yan Jizhao's child or not, we will know soon.

After a while, Yan Shuo's hand holding Mo Ci's arm tightened a little with excitement. With tears in his eyes, he stared at Mo Ci without blinking and sighed.

"Good, good, good boy, you are indeed Ji Zhao's child. Hahaha, I finally found it."

Yan Shuo was extremely excited at this time, which was exactly the reaction of someone who found his relatives.

However, Mo Ci could confirm that Qinghui was an orc, which meant that Yan Jizhao had indeed given birth to a child with an orc.

However, if Yan Jizhao was the child of an orc in Tianqing Continent, then how did Qinghui end up in the Orc Continent?

Could it be like Xuan Sang's? Entering without any warning?

If Yan Jizhao was the child born to an orc in the Orc Continent, then why would Qinghui become a family with another orc?

Are there other parents?

What happened to Yan Jizhao?

And where is Qinghui’s real mother?

Mo Ci was really confused by all these mysteries. He looked at Yan Shuo and just frowned.

"Senior Yan, are you saying that Yan Jizhao, your son, is actually my father?"

Yan Shuo looked at Mo Ci with a smile, and the kindness in his eyes made Mo Ci a little uncomfortable. "Well, you are my grandson, my biological grandson."

"What about Yan Jizhao? Where is your son?"

Another question made the smile on Yan Shuo's face disappear. Yan Shuo no longer looked at Mo Ci, but lowered his head and sighed deeply.

"well... ..."

"This is a long story. My dear grandson, this is not a good place to talk. After we leave here, grandpa will tell you everything about Ji Zhao."

"Don't blame your father. Ji Zhao...is also in a difficult situation. Even I couldn't save him."

The conversation ended here, and it was obvious that Yan Shuo didn't intend to say anything else.

Helplessly, Mo Ci had to temporarily suppress all the doubts in his heart before looking at Xuan Sang. At this time, Xuan Sang had his eyes wide open.

Obviously, Yan Shuo's words just now brought him a huge shock.

He originally thought that the person in the portrait was his father, but unexpectedly, the person in the portrait was actually Mo Ci's father.

But Mo Ci, whom he thought was his father, was a stranger who had no relationship with him.

At this moment, Xuan Sang just felt a little sad. It turned out that what Lord Qinghui said was true. He was not his father at all. Then who was his father?

Xuan Sang was in a state of extremely complicated emotions at this moment, and the auction of the human-beast had already come to an end.

On the other side, Xiao Cheng, who was paying attention to Mo Ci, became a little confused when he found that there was no movement from their side.

I asked the people here and found out that a powerful person had come to the box where Mo Ci was, but I didn't know what they were talking about.

Xiao Cheng thought about it for a long time, but finally decided not to go over and disturb him.

On this side, Mo Ci continued to watch the auction below, and Yan Shuo's voice rang in his ears.

"Good grandson, what do you want? Grandpa will buy it for you."

Mo Ci shook his head, "No need."

Yan Shuo was a little unhappy because he couldn't express his loving emotions.

However, this was the first time he met his grandson, so he didn't force it.

But he also took pictures of some things that he liked, and planned to give them to Mo Ci after everything was made clear and explained.