Chapter 679

Han Mo just want to say something, feel a pain in the back of the neck, so lost consciousness. "Well." Mouth unconsciously issued a groan, Han Mo woke up from the pain. Struggling to get up from the ground, it was dark all around.

What's the matter with me? What's happened? I have severe pain from my body. Han Mo supported himself to get up, and the place he stepped on was uneven, which almost made him stumble.

"Xiao Yu, Han Lin, how are you two?" Han Mo thinks of the two people with him for the first time and turns his head to see their current situation. Just that sudden impact almost killed him. I don't know if they can hold on.

"You..." Han Mo's words finally get stuck in his throat. The sudden impact makes his body feel almost tearing pain, and the dust around makes him speechless. One of the most surprising is his position.

What's the ghost place here? It's getting dark and I can't see the surrounding environment clearly. Han Mo is keen to find that it's not where he was before he was in a coma. Korean Han Lin is not at his side, the impact does not know whether it is man-made or just an accident.

Multiple complex entanglement of the event so intertwined together, stir up a mess in the heart of Han mo. Stupefied stand in place, Han Mo is planning how to go next, suddenly heard the distant footsteps.

Hear the voice of Han Mo raised his head, in the dark a vague figure is slowly coming. Mo Han's whole body was on guard. His eyesight has always been very good, but now he can't see the right person so close.

This place is very strange. There is no reason to come here for no reason. The people who appear here now must be enemies but not friends. Han Mo standing in situ quietly looking at each other, listening to the sound of his walking, the distance between the two people slowly shorten.

That person doesn't seem to be very anxious. Step by step, it's steady. Step by step, the voice seems to step on the heart of Han Mo, which makes people uneasy.

Don't know how long, Han Mo just feel his limbs have been filled with ice, frightening can't move. That person finally came to Han Mo's in front of, know is not dodge of time, Han Mo looked up straight past.

It doesn't matter. He was in a daze at that time. By moonlight, Han Mo can finally vaguely see that person's appearance, a cold face. Facial features are perfect without regret, do not need more, just a look to make people crazy.

These Han Mo don't care much. There are so many vain people in the world. How can you do with a good skin bag. Han Mo was as like as two peas in the face.

In addition to the appearance is a 10% resemblance, even the clothes and now no different. A pair of eyes inside hide don't know how many things, at this time is blinking, confused looking at the front.

And the tall body, at this time has been black and blue. Regardless of his wound has not split, Han Mo so slowly stumble forward. The upper part of the forehead may be due to excessive movement, causing the wound to split.

Slightly hot and bright red liquid left from his forehead, dripping on Han Mo's clothes full of ashes, also blocking his eyes. Just saw himself, for the first time in his life, Han Mo was so flustered that he didn't know where the strength came from and pushed him away.

Walking forward, he couldn't find the direction. Although he didn't walk all over the world of cultivating immortals with his feet, Han Mo told himself that this is not any place in the world of cultivating immortals.

Here is like a different dimension, mercilessly devouring everyone around Han Mo, and create a monster just like him, waiting to hunt him. Seriously injured, and ran so far to accelerate the flow of blood, Han Mo finally can not support.

"Han Mo, Han Mo, wake up." There are two voices calling for Han mo. Han Mo wakes up and the tingling on her body disappears. When he opened his eyes, he saw Korean and Hanlin, who were glad to wake up.

"Do you know, you're worried about me." Korean saw that Han Mo woke up and quickly wiped away the tears on his face. This man fainted from the shock. He couldn't wake up and even stopped breathing for a time.

Han Mo blinked his eyes and looked at the person in front of him. He couldn't believe it. Because the person had woken up, he spoke Korean again with a little comfort. Brother like this, will not be lost memory, do not remember who he is.

Thinking of Korean like this, he stretched out his hand and shook it in front of the man for a long time. Han Mo frowned and took a look at Korean, then sat up under the support of two people. "What are you doing?" This is the tone of cold, is not wrong.

Looking at the performance of Korean crying with joy, Han Mo frowned. What's the matter with this person. If he knew the real idea of Korean, Han Mo probably would not make complaints about it in silence.

Asked two people, know oneself this period of time is fainted. That is to say, all that is false, but those memories are impressive. And keep such a posture, Han Mo feel his body pain gradually disappear.Han Mo refused two people's help for a while, and insisted on supporting his defeated body with his own strength. He secretly took a few deep breaths to slow down. "Let's go." It's still painful, but I don't care about my injury.

"But your..." Korean just opened mouth, was stopped by Han Lin. He knows, if because of his own injury to make a fuss, to refuse to save his beloved woman, it is not Han mo.

The sun was warm all over the earth. Looking at this antique house, Qian Sangsang felt dizzy for a moment. All this is strange, but his fiance, Xu Mo, tells himself that this is his former home.

Struggling to get up from the warm quilt, Qian Sangsang heard Menzi being called. The house is a bit dilapidated. It's clean, but it hasn't been renovated. It's said that it's my requirement that everything be kept as it is.

"Master, you wake up. Drink this bowl of medicine quickly." The old wooden door was pushed open, and a girl of only 14 years old came in. The woman's face was childish, and she was dressed in a long blue dress with two playful bun on her head.

"How many times have you said that, Fang Fang, don't call me master, or I will be angry!" Fang Fang pouts his mouth slightly and knocks his tail uneasily.

"All right, Miss Qian."