Chapter 495

"Your face, my Lord!"

"Thank you!"

Under the flattered gaze of the other party, Mo Yan began to suck and eat ramen.

Noodles are very strong. The bottom soup is a thick white bone soup made by boiling. With laver and dried shrimp, the taste of ramen becomes very delicious.

Within ten meters of Mo Yan's side, no ordinary residents dare to approach, but it does not prevent them from looking at Mo Yan from a distance with respect and envy.

The reason is all from the silent words of the Warcraft heluga lying at his feet.

Yes, after roughly exploring the status of Warcraft envoy Chu in Yuanzhu City, in order to facilitate action, silent said he didn't mind exposing part of his strength.

But after all, he is not a local Warcraft envoy well known by the local people. His rash appearance is bound to cause the exploration of people with intentions.

But at this time, a small Warcraft attack suddenly appeared in Yuanzhu city.

At the critical moment, Mo Yan sent heiruga to save one of the endangered Warcraft envoys. He also took this opportunity to integrate into the Warcraft envoys circle in Yuanzhu city.

Similarly, Mo Yan, the Warcraft envoy with hellhound heluga, was also spread hot discussion by the residents of Yuanzhu city at a very fast speed, and became famous for a while.

After eating ramen, Mo Yan put a few copper coins he had changed two days ago on the table and got up straight to leave. Heiruga hurriedly got up and followed.

Behind him, the noodle shop owner treasured a few copper coins like a treasure, which made the onlookers envious.

That's the copper money given by the Warcraft envoy!

Silent words shook his head secretly. Warcraft in this era is too rare, and the whole group has been deified because of the powerful power of the controller.

It's natural to give money for dinner, but for the Warcraft envoy, eating your noodles has become your glory.

I don't know how many people poured into the noodle shop after Mo Yan left, just to sit where Mo Yan just sat and eat a bowl of ramen like Mo Yan.

What a crazy time!

Walking out of the store, silent Yan didn't think about where to go next, but he saw a little monk in cassock running towards him.

"Silent messenger! Silent messenger! "

The little monk beckoned to him foolishly, for fear that silent speech could not see his looking for him.

Although it's not the first time to see this little monk, silent speech still feels like a separated world.

Because the small sand as like as two peas in the new Lingling tower hundreds of years later, Mingguang is the leader of the small sand.

Bright eyes, bright teeth, beautiful eyes, silent words still can only use these eight words to describe him.

But after these two days together, silent speech still recognized some differences in their characters.

The little monk around Mingguang is shy and introverted. He is a little Zhengtai who has not seen much of the world.

The little monk in front of him, in addition to still looking good, also needs to often participate in the sacrificial ceremony of the bell tower and receive visitors, so he is more outgoing and cheerful.

And beside him, there was a Shami, Warcraft trumpet bud.

As for the man who was saved by silent speech two days ago, it is naturally him.

"Silent Messenger, the sacrificial ceremony of the bell tower is about to begin today. The host asked me to invite you to watch the ceremony. Maybe you can get the blessing of the Phoenix King at that time!"

The little monk was very enthusiastic and chattered constantly.

Mo Yan thought, I was brought to this ghost place by the Phoenix King, and I want to get its blessing here.

Funny.

However, the idle silent words did not refuse. After so many days, he still had no clue about the test of the Phoenix King. He had to try his best to find clues.

What is special about the as like as two peas in the past?

Come to the bell tower, which was later burned but not rebuilt.

Guided by the little monk, silent speech successfully entered the tower of the bell.

Different from the charred tower in later generations, the bell tower is full of people and visitors.

Beams, columns, window sashes, pavilions and pavilions are all carved with exquisite Phoenix King patterns, which are beautiful and exquisite.

Unfortunately, it will eventually turn into coke in the fire.

"Silent Messenger, this way, please!"

The little monk led the way to the eighth floor of the bell tower, and then to the altar dedicated to the Phoenix King, the core of the bell tower.

However, Mo Yan, an outsider, is not qualified to go up. He came to the eighth floor because he saved the little monk and gave him an opportunity to experience.

Fortunately, the bell tower is hollow. Silently, as long as you look up, you can also see the statue of the Phoenix King on the altar.

"Silent Messenger, wait here for a moment. The sacrificial ceremony will begin immediately. If you sincerely pray to the Phoenix King, you may get blessings."

The little monk whispered two instructions. As if he had something to do, he left in a hurry.

Silent speech sits in the best position on the eighth floor. The elves wait for the beginning of sacrifice. The old God heluga is still lying on the ground and close his eyes.

As for Geng ghost, it is naturally hidden in his shadow, and soroyak, because he has been able to draw illusory humans perfectly for a long time, can hardly reveal his secrets except that he can't speak.

Therefore, silent speech directly allows it to move freely. With its flexible skills, it may be possible to explore some hidden secrets.

After a while, some other visitors came to the eighth floor of the bell tower.

When they see heluga beside Mo Yan, they all give way and choose to sit away from Mo Yan.

However, there were so many places, and heiruga didn't occupy a seat. The visitors from behind inevitably began to approach Mo Yan gradually.

Mo Yan turns a blind eye to this. After so many days, he has long been used to the eyes of ordinary people.

After a long time, other places were full of people except Mo Yan's left, right and back positions. The atmosphere dared not look at Mo Yan and his Warcraft heluga.

Although knowing that Warcraft makes people dare not make trouble in the clock tower, knowing is one thing, and being afraid is another.

Just when silent thought that the sacrificial ceremony was about to begin, three people suddenly came in at the entrance of the eighth floor.

Suddenly, a panic sounded in the rear. Silently, he raised his eyebrows and turned to look, but he saw three Warcraft envoys coming at the same time, and then sat around him.

Mo Yan was so nervous that he almost thought the other party was looking for him, and the sacrifice began

Dong! Dong Dong! Dong Dong Dong

When nine bells rang in a row, the not noisy bell tower suddenly quieted down, and all the people involved in the sacrifice did well and showed a pious look.

The three Warcraft envoys around Mo Yan were no exception. They put their hands together and looked up at the statue of the Phoenix King. They were very serious.

Then, the host, monks and Shami on the ninth floor of the bell tower recited in unison.

The Buddhist scriptures spread all over the clock tower. It was not loud, but everyone could hear it clearly.