Chapter 767

If in the outside world, there is a master like Mo Ling to protect, then Lao Liu must have a sense of security.

But this forbidden area is a bit of an evil place. It seems that eight level masters are not enough here. But Lao Liu still trusts Mo Ling. He has some courage to listen to what he says.

As long as they don't fight for fruit and want to save their lives, they can.

But they can run.

"Go."

Mo Ling stands up and looks at Qiao Yanran.

Qiao Yanran sits cross legged on the ground around the campfire, concentrating on baking sweet potatoes. When she hears that she is going to leave, she takes the sweet potatoes off the fire rack.

She held the roasted hot sweet potato in the palm of her hand.

There is a big temperature difference between day and night in this secret place. It's cold at night. Holding a roasted sweet potato in your hand, it's quite warm. When you take a bite, the whole mouth is filled with sweet taste.

She took another bite of sweet potato.

In the light of the fire, Mo Ling looked at her cheek, like a little hamster.

His lips involuntarily rolled up a radian, stretched out his hand and rubbed Qiao Yanran's head, and said in a soft voice: "Xi Jing, let's go."

Qiao Yanran raised her head.

Mo Ling found that her hand was just on her head. It seemed that she was a little out of order, so she took it back quietly.

"My legs are numb and I can't get up. You pull me up."

Qiao Yanran held out her hand.

Xiaoyu Wan 】

ghosts believe you.

What legs numb, it is clear that this opportunity to tease it God father.

Mo Ling looked at her little white and plump hand, and her throat rolled up and down. After a while, she came back to herself and said, "OK."

Her hands are thin, smooth and soft.

Although it's only two days since I entered the secret place, Qiao Yanran hasn't been active and has a lot of snacks.

Her little mouth didn't stop at all, and she soon rounded around.

Before refining too hard, too thin, but not good-looking.

Qiao Yan ran along with his this strength to stand up, then hand pulled back, shallow mouth way: "go."

Mo Ling noticed that the greasy touch in his palm was gone, and he had an indescribable feeling in his heart.

It's kind of empty.

"Lao Liu, let's go! What are you looking for? "

Old three watched old six around the campfire, and could not help kicking him.

Lao Liu rubbed his hands.

"Captain, I accidentally lost the treasure that you asked me to keep before you! It may have fallen into the pool. What should I do, boss? "

Lao Liu has been looking here for a long time, but he has not found it.

He estimated that it had fallen into the water stall, but that night, the pool disappeared automatically, and he had no place to look for it.

Mo Ling

He listened to Lao Liu's words and pinched his eyebrows.

This treasure is the treasure in their stockade. It was left by the old stockade leader before. It's not very valuable, but it's a thought.

Mo Ling rolled up his sleeve and was ready to take care of him, but Yu Guang saw Qiao Yanran here and stiffly converged.

Old six see him roll sleeve, subconsciously shrink neck.

"I'll deal with you when I get back."

Mo Ling took a look at him and forced himself to take back his eyes.

If you look at the old six more, he's afraid he can't control himself.

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However, Wang Shan ran to death.

The crowd had not reached their destination until midnight.