Chapter 113

Mo Yan's informant investigated five trainees in the middle school 50 years ago.

It's not difficult.

After all, the 100 trainees 50 years ago were just "young talents" 50 years ago. There has been a famous saying since ancient times: when you are young, you may not be good.

Fifty years later, the last group of people who entered the secret place of burning Xi had indeed become important figures in Beilan, but most of them were lost in the public and lived in poverty. As long as you give them a little benefit, you can get useful information.

The message that the five men gave was: after they were sent to the central hub by the burning wood order, the moment before they fell asleep, they saw a cold jade bed with a charred body on it.

If Mo Yan's expectation is good, it must be the body of Laozu Fuxi.

"Hold on to me."

Mo Yan tells ziqianmo that he can't take the initiative to hold her, so he can only change her to hold on to himself, "we're going to see the master of the secret place."

Ziqianmo a listen, where there is not understand.

Immediately he stretched out his little white paw, hooked up a wisp of black hair of Mo Yan, and sat firmly against him.

There is randomness in the transmission of this kind of thing in space.

She doesn't want to be separated from him.

After all, the floating island in the sky, which represents the central hub, is not very big. If she was sent to any corner alone, she would not cry.

After three breath.

The space created by the black Lingli silk thread is twisted and folded for a moment.

Ziqianmo only felt a whirl, strong dizziness, almost able to make the demon to spit out the meal. Fortunately, she just Yang out of the body, will not really vomit.

All in all, when she came back, she found that she was already in a very deep and empty ancient stone hall.

Under the body, soft, warm.

Ziqianmo lowers her head and finds that Mo Yan is still there.

However, her position has changed from Mo Yan's shoulder to his head.

And she is very not authentic with his hair, hair are pulled bad.

Amount (⊙ o ⊙)

A strong sense of guilt hit my heart, ziqianmo's paw quietly released her hair, helped him smooth it, cocked it down, and then jumped back to Mo Yan's shoulder and sat down.

Unexpectedly, with Mo Yan extremely deep black pupil on.

Ziqianmo a pair of us when nothing happened.

Mo Yan

This little guy.

I don't want to admit that I have done something wrong.

It's just that she's happy. She'll lose her image occasionally. Anyway, people around, basically fainted, no one saw.

Among the 100 practitioners who hold the burning wood order, except those who have died, there are a total of eight sent into this ancient stone hall.

Lying on the ground in all directions.

Among them are Yu Wuji and Chu Changgeng.

In fact, in addition to these two people, ziqianmo also knew Xiao Yulang, who bought her peace charm.

Unfortunately, except for themselves and Mo Yan, they all fell into a deep sleep, which is hard to wake up.

Ziqianmo looked around and saw a cold jade bed in the middle of the ancient stone hall.

Cold air, dense fog, floating on the surface of jade bed, across a hundred meters, you can feel a chill, make your scalp numb.