It's been the third day here, and Ink Tears has basically figured out a rough idea of this place, except for the patriarch. The highest status is Tatsuki, and as for the escape route, he has not yet found it.

These days, he has at least determined something, the strong men on patrol seem to be fierce and vicious, rough and mighty, in fact, they also have an unexpected side, he found that they are afraid of their wives, which makes Mo Tear much more at ease, no matter how bad the man who is afraid of his wife is, it should not be bad.

Especially these days, I have a good chat with Long Yi, but no matter how delicate (tào) he is, Long Yi can instantly find out, which he is also very helpless, but at least he knows a lot of things about this world (qg) from his mouth.

As for Gou Jian, he still stupidly stayed outside the tent every day, and for some reason, Da Xi Yaoshui was in a coma for three days, and he had just woken up at this moment, ate a few bites, and lay down like ashes, staring at his eyes motionless.

Mo Tear looked at the sky that was gradually sinking, and couldn't help but sigh, it was another day, another wasted day, one day less than three hundred and sixty-five days, and one day closer to Xiaomu's deadline.

Lifted the curtain and walked into the big tent, looked at Lin Xiaomu carefully, and didn't know what to say? He made a bold decision to resign directly to the patriarch, the only way he could think of it.

Lin Xiaomu also looked at him quietly, and the two looked at each other, silent and speechless.

"Tomorrow, I want to say goodbye to the patriarch. What do you think?" asked Mo Tear softly after a long time.

Lin Xiaomu stroked the sleeping little skin in his hand, nodded gently, and said in a low voice: "Listen to you, you went anyway." So I went. ”

Mo Tear smiled, and his heart became more determined, no matter what the price, let her live, even if it was a life for a life.

Suddenly, the big tent was opened, and Mo Tear looked back quickly, and said in a lost voice: "Who is it?"

"It's me. The voice was rugged and powerful.

Mo Tear fixed his eyes, his pupils shrunk, and a trace of fear flashed between his eyebrows, and he slowly took a few steps back, blocking in front of Lin Xiaomu (shēn).

What is he doing here? Does he still want to kill us, what can we do? If we can't beat us, there's no point in scolding. What should I do?, Ink Tears was guessing in his heart while thinking of a solution.

"This brother, the last incident was a pure misunderstanding, please forgive me. Mo Tear thought that it was the only way to stabilize him at this moment, so he stepped forward and apologized in a low voice.

Although there was still anger in Long Xun's eyes, he barely put away the malice in his heart, and this time he got up. It's just that the patriarch wants the two of them to get acquainted with each other.

"What's your name, how old are you?" asked Long Xun stiffly.

"Ink tears, XVIII. Ink Tears remained cautious.

"Okay, if you don't fight, you don't know each other, my name is Long Xun. This year's twenty-three, we will be friends from now on. Long Xun seemed to be arrogant and said, but he was still angry in his heart.

Mo Tear was surprised, it wasn't his earth-shaking attitude, when he said that he was twenty-three years old, he subconsciously touched his ears, how could he be only twenty-three years old, such a tall, mighty and rugged strong man. Is it only twenty-three years old? What about Tatsuki? It's so small and has lived for a thousand years? Is this trying to kill me?

"Are you really only twenty-three years old?" Mo Tear asked timidly, "Have you lost a 10,000-word word?" ”

"Of course not, I'm twenty-three. Long Xun replied in the affirmative.

"That, that. Mo Tear paused, but still asked, "Senior Longyi, how old is this year?"

Mo Tear originally wanted to use the word Gao Shou to ask, but after thinking about it, the appearance is so young and beautiful, and it is really not suitable to use the word Gao Shou.

"She's in her early twenties this year. Long Xun sat down casually and said casually.

In addition to being surprised and frightened this time, you must know that he always thought that people were also old women who had lived for more than 100,000 years, where would he have thought that people were just a young lady who had reached the age of twenty, if he let that young lady know that in Mo Tear's heart, she was just an old woman, and what she could do (qg) only God knows.

Seeing that he didn't have any malicious intent, Mo Tear slowly relaxed, he guessed that since only the patriarch and the dragon were transformed into dragons, that is to say, only the two of them were real monsters, and the others were ordinary people with superb strength.

In fact, his guess was not entirely correct, they were born with dragon blood, but they had to go through the sky burial to show it, and after the natural sky burial, the development of (shēn) body and intelligence would also become very slow, for example, Long Long lived for a thousand years and was still a child.

"Brother Long Xun, did you come to me for something?" Mo Tear was still very polite.

"Nothing. Long Xun waved his hand, "It's to get to know you." ”

"Oh. Ink Tears smiled. I was amazed that this change was too fast, are the dragons so fickle?

"Ink, tears. Long Xun felt a little stiff, and suddenly asked, "What is the point of your cultivation?"

Mo Tear was stunned, is this testing me? Should I say higher or lower? Will he do it now? Mo Tear couldn't help but be nervous.

"Dust Realm. Mo Tear replied truthfully, judging from the fight with him a few days ago, it was difficult for him to be his opponent at all, even if he cultivated himself to the sky. I'm afraid he won't believe it either.

"Dust Realm. ”

Long Xun repeated in a lost voice, originally thinking that the person ordained by the gods must be amazingly high in cultivation, but when he heard the three words of the Dust Realm, he couldn't believe it, a weak chicken in the Dust Realm could punch himself without incident, presumably the peculiarity of this person is not manifested in cultivation.

Seeing that his brows trembled slightly, Mo Xian didn't say anything for a long time, so he asked, "Do you also have this concept of cultivation?"

"Yes. Long Xunxin said bluntly, "But we have never encountered the garbage of the Dust Realm, and we were born to melt the Realm." ”

Mo Tear didn't speak, because he didn't know how to answer, he was born to melt the realm, what kind of concept is that? It is equivalent to a child who is born, it is possible to defeat the imperial war king Lin Huarun! This kind of ruinous answer, he had to smile helplessly.

"Then what is the highest cultivation in this world?" asked Mo Tear without confidence.

"Of course, it's a god. Generally, the gods are able to reach the Great Void. Long Xun gave a thumbs up and talked boastfully, "It's a pity that no one can reach that state now." ”

Dahua Void, Dahua feels so far away, Ink Tears Eight Cold Hell doesn't know when it will break out again, not to mention Dahua Void, even the Melting Realm, I'm afraid I can't touch it, the soul in her body helped her suppress the hell and suppressed his cultivation at the same time, I'm afraid that in this life, she can't even reach the Fusion Realm.

The only thing he thinks about at the moment is to find a way to save Xiaomu, as for what strength, it has never been his pursuit.

But after coming here, he realized that he couldn't save Xiaomu without strength, and he didn't even have the ability to protect her at the moment. How can we save her?

Mo Tear and Long Xun talked a few more words, until Long Xun had nothing to say, and then slowly left, and Mo Tear finally breathed a sigh of relief, at least tonight should be safe.

A moment later, the big tent was opened again, and Gou Jian and Da Xi Yaoshui walked in.

Gou Jian was the first to say hello, and Mo Tear was ignored by him, and Gou Jian knew that Mo Tear was still angry about his reckless impulsiveness.

Da Xi Yaoshui looked at the back of Mo Tears, bowed his hand dignifiedly, and said in a low voice: "Thank you, you helped." ”

Mo Tear didn't look at her, and said coldly: "Miss Daxi, since you are here, let's settle down, it's not good to plot here, and besides, I didn't want to save you, it's my stupid brother who is bent on saving you, I hope you won't be ungrateful again." ”

Da Xi Yaoshui thought that this would be the result, but she still had a glimmer of hope in her heart, hoping that Mo Tear had forgiven herself, but listening to this clear wind and cold answer, her heart froze, as if her heart was about to stop beating.

Gou Jian also felt that this atmosphere was very strange, and hurriedly gave Lin Xiaomu a look, wanting to break this strange atmosphere.

Lin Xiaomu turned a blind eye, quietly looked at Da Xi Yaoshui, and did not say anything.

Da Xi Yaoshui still maintained a state of salute, in fact, she couldn't help but refute what Mo Tear said loudly. But in the face of the facts, no matter how clever the tongue is, it will only make people more disgusted, and in the end, only the hoarse protrusion of the word uh-huh.

There was a dead silence all around, and even the wind could not be heard.

Gou Jian was puzzled, why she didn't refute loudly, but silently admitted it. What happened between them? Gou Jian didn't seem to be able to see through Da Xi Yaoshui at this moment.

But he didn't know that Da Xi Yaoshui was a person who could abandon everything for the interests of the family, and in her eyes, the interests of the family were greater than everything, so she could draw a knife with her own hands and tear to Moxi, the person who saved her and was her heart.

She is not as elegant and noble as she seems to be, she is innocent, and when it comes to strategy, ten Gou Swords are not her opponents.

Gou Jian thought that since Lin Xiaomu didn't care about himself, then this tense atmosphere must be broken by himself.

"Da Xi Yaoshui, why did you come here?" Gou Jian spoke, trying to break the silence.

"I was born with a cold vein, and according to legend, there is a cure for my illness here, so I came. Da Xi Yaoshui whispered.

"Are you alone?"

"Hmm. Da Xi Yaoshui paused.

.........

No matter how they talk. Mo Tear never spoke, and Lin Xiaomu did not speak, and after a while, the big tent became calm again.

Da Xi Yaoshui was nervous and embarrassed here, and Suo (xg) Qi (shēn) saluted and said goodbye.

Mo Tear still ignored her, and didn't look at her from beginning to end, and Lin Xiaomu only nodded politely (xg).

Gou Jian snorted, a little angry, and threw his sleeves away.

Mo Tear sighed, obviously extremely unhappy in his heart, lying down and closing his eyes, unable to see his joy at the moment.

Gou Jian returned to the big tent, looked at Da Xi Yaoshui with a sad face, and said in a soothing, "Miss Da Xi, don't be as knowledgeable as Mo Tears, he is that kind of person." ”

Da Xi Yaoshui wiped his eyes, his moist eyelashes blinked twice, and whispered, "I know, thank you for saving me." ”

Gou Jian scratched his head, smiled innocently, and looked at the dim tent with only two people, a little overwhelmed.

After a moment of silence, Gou Jian whispered, "You rest here, I'm guarding outside the big tent, what's the matter, you call me." ”

After Gou Jian finished speaking, Zhuan (shēn) stepped out of the big tent, Da Xi Yaoshui just stretched out his hand to stop him, and finally looked at his shadow (shēn) that disappeared behind the curtain, and whispered: "No need to ......" The words were not spoken.

It was dark again, and everything was quiet again.