Mork's Descendants

Ah, it is Miss Luo Lun. Mo Lini saw Luo Lun standing outside the door.

Luo Lun? Who is that? Liyana's attention was also drawn to Luo Lun. Her gaze crossed over Mo Lini's shoulder and landed on the uninvited guest.

Mo Lini: She fell from the sky.

Oh! With Mo Lini saying that, Liyana understood.

Luo Lun walked into the room, looking a bit awkward.

This was the first time she and Liyana had met.

However, through Mo Lini, they already knew each other's names beforehand.

One was the pitiful homeowner whose roof was smashed by a falling object... the other was the eccentric who fell from the sky and smashed a giant hole in the house.

One was a legendary archer of the elven race... the other was the leader of the Blood Alliance.

They also knew a little about each other's other identities.

Not to mention, with the inauguration of the Elven Queen and the purging of the Blood Alliance, whether in public or in secret, the elven race had recently been buzzing with the deeds of these two people.

Lady Liyana, a pleasure to meet you.

Miss Luo Lun, I have heard so much about you.

Although she seemed a bit eccentric, Luo Lun could feel the aura of a true powerhouse from Liyana.

As for Liyana, her gaze lingered on Luo Lun's delicate face for a moment before finally landing on the full contours of her chest.

To think they were this large; she felt it overlapped with her own niche.

Noticing Liyana's gaze, Luo Lun recalled the rumors she had just heard about her...

Luo Lun suddenly felt a chill run down her spine.

Why did you come back, Miss Luo Lun? Mo Lini tilted her small head up and asked curiously.

It is... a long story.

Thinking of Aina's situation, Luo Lun did not know how to explain it. Anyway, I will be traveling with you all for the time being.

Really? Miss Luo Lun, you are our teammate now too? That is wonderful.

Mo Lini did not feel too surprised. After all, Xia Lun and Aina liked to occasionally pick up strange things and bring them back, such as herself and Little Lan, Mr. Musen, Joli... Now, adding Luo Lun to the mix was nothing unusual.

However, having a new companion still made Mo Lini very happy.

I feel like...

Liyana stroked her chin, staring continuously at Luo Lun.

Is something wrong, Lady Liyana? Is there something on my face? Luo Lun could not help but ask. Liyana's stare made her a little uncomfortable.

I feel like Miss Luo Lun looks somewhat familiar, as if I have seen you somewhere before.

A trace of vigilance rose in Luo Lun's eyes: Is this some new way of hitting on someone? I am sorry, Lady Liyana, but my preferences are quite normal.

Ah, no, I am just telling the truth. I really feel like Miss Luo Lun's facial structure looks a bit like... Mo Lini's?

Mo Lini: Eh?

Liyana stared at Mo Lini and Luo Lun for a while, then came to a conclusion: You two really do look alike.

Me and Lady Luo Lun? The small red beast looked up at the sexy and tall Luo Lun, feeling that their appearances were completely at two opposite extremes of femininity. Liyana, is your eyesight going bad?

How could that be! Look, your eyebrows, mouth, and nose... they all look very similar to Miss Luo Lun's! Liyana argued very seriously.

Luo Lun and Mo Lini looked at each other for a moment. With Liyana pointing it out, Luo Lun also tried to find similarities between Mo Lini's face and her own.

Hmm... I should not be that cute.

Maybe it is because Liyana is an elf, so she sees all of us humans as looking similar, Luo Lun said uncertainly. To her, perhaps human faces are as hard to tell apart as leaves in a forest.

Of course not! You can question my intelligence, but you cannot question my eyes! The doubted Liyana immediately could not sit still. Before her voice even faded, her figure swept toward Musen's room like a gust of wind. A moment later, she returned carrying a thick, open tome.

Musen, come take a look. Do these two not look quite similar?

Musen only poked his head out of the book... just a bald head resting on the yellowed pages, looking quite terrifying.

What are you doing, Musen? Liyana was startled by Musen's appearance.

To save unnecessary energy consumption, Musen turned his head from the pages and replied in a muffled voice.

Ew, the sight before her made Liyana feel a wave of discomfort. You do not need to save energy anymore. We will be returning to the human territory soon, and I will take you to the church then.

Only then did Musen prop his hands against the edges of the book and climb out as if squeezing through a magic portal.

Musen stroked his chin, his gaze shifting back and forth between Mo Lini and Luo Lun to examine them. Although the two were vastly different in every aspect, upon closer inspection, there was indeed a hint of similarity between their brows.

It seems... they do look a little alike.

I told you! How could I be wrong? Liyana lifted her chin triumphantly, as if she had just won a crucial battle.

But there are plenty of people in the world who look alike. That does not really prove anything, does it? Mo Lini retorted.

Aina and Xia Lun came down from the second floor. They had also heard the conversation downstairs.

You guys actually did not know? Aina's rhythmic footsteps on the stairs drew everyone's attention. Miss Luo Lun is also a descendant of Moke.

The air instantly froze.

Aina realized that everyone's eyes were fixed on her, including Xia Lun's.

Aina looked at Xia Lun: Did I not mention this before?

Xia Lun shook his head: No, Aina. What is going on?

Miss Luo Lun is a descendant of Moke, like I just said. Aina raised her hand and tapped Xia Lun's forehead. Well... I looked into Miss Luo Lun's background before.

Then... what about me? Mo Lini's heart suddenly tightened.

Aina: Of course you are also a descendant of Moke. Moke's large family has branched out quite a bit... after all, Shila gave birth to four in her first litter.

Ah, I remember now! That is indeed the case! Liyana had a sudden realization.

Distant memories also slowly surfaced in Xia Lun's mind.

Moke did indeed have quite a few descendants... but he never brought them up in front of Xia Lun on his own initiative, nor did he often bring his children over to play. After all, he knew it could easily remind Xia Lun of unpleasant things.

We... share a common ancestor? Luo Lun exchanged a look of disbelief with Mo Lini.

However, about a dozen generations back, the people of that generation had a rather unpleasant falling out and stopped interacting much... The blood tie between you two has indeed thinned out to the point where it is no different from strangers, Aina said lightly.

Then... do I count as Mo Lini's older sister? Luo Lun's eyes suddenly lit up. I have always wanted a younger sister.

Miss Luo Lun, how old are you this year?

Nineteen.

Mo Lini said weakly: I am... I am in my twenties...