After everything that should be said was said, Mo Jiuxiao returned to the room with the fox.

On the way, An Baobao grabbed the clothes of the shovel officer and chuckled: "Jiuqing, Lingyue said that the dead fat man has already started to set traps." It seems that the fish has already taken the bait. ”

"The other one is not far away. ”

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Two days later, Wu Yilin's side sent news to Mo Jiuxiao that the Youzi Gate was already planning to act, and the door master also began to prepare.

"It should be another month, and the Purple Gate will be killed. Mo Jiuxiao pinched the fox's tail and circled the city on his fingers.

Ann Baobao retracted his tail in disgust and carefully pressed his tail under his ass.

"Jiuqing, how long have we been in Xizhou?" asked a certain person lazily with his ears moving.

"Three or four months. ”

"I feel like I haven't been back to the sect for almost a year, and I really want to go back and have a look. One yawned again.

Counting it, An Baobao went to participate in a small auction in Tongcheng with the shovel officer, was chased and killed by mistake, and finally went to Fengping Valley, and then slipped to the Feiyu Clan, and now he has come to Xizhou, which really took a lot of time.

But they also made a lot of big things.

A few days ago, Mo Jiuxiao spent his nineteenth birthday, and on his birthday, he received a homemade cake and a pure black flowerless pants on his birthday.

That's right, it's the same kind of little pants that don't have any embroidery!

Although Uncle Mo was still speechless, he still cherished the gift given by his fox. Yes, it's nice to have a little pants, but they were made by their own foxes. It's only once a year that a lazy person can get a needle and thread.

"When we go back from Xizhou, we will go back to the sect to have a look. Mo Jiuxiao rubbed the fox's head and said comfortingly.

"The dead fat man's trap seems to have been laid. Hey, hey, hey, the trap that the baby prepared for him has also been made. One of the bared teeth smiled grimly, while the little paw scratched the sheets in a hurry. "I'll be sure to treat him well!"

"It's good if you're happy. Uncle Mo opened his mouth kindly, and first mourned for the dead fat man for a few seconds in his heart.

"Bang bang bang. ”

As they spoke, there was a knock at their door.

"It's surnamed Zhao. Luo An'an concluded that someone was coming without opening the door, and wagged his tail and entered the space.

Mo Jiuxiao cleaned up the fox fur that fell from the bed, and then slowly opened the door.

"Didn't you say that you were going to patrol today, why are you still asleep?" Looking at the messy wooden bed and the oil cake with worried eyes, a flash of disgust flashed in Zhao Moxiu's eyes.

The closer to the end of the dark city, the more unkind Zhao Moxiu's attitude towards the oil cake became. But he still wanted to use the other party to find out more news about the dark city, so he had to endure it.

"Why are you in such a hurry, haoh~" Oil Cake said indifferently and yawned again.

Zhao Moxiu held back his anger and said good-naturedly: "It's better to leave quickly, go early and return early." ”

"Okay. The oil cake turned and put on his coat, and for a moment his eyes became sarcastic.

In the blink of an eye, the month is almost up. There was news from Wu Yilin's side again: The master of the Youzi Gate had already set off.

Zhao Moxiu is about to completely expose his true temperament, and he will no longer be submissive at the beginning, and his eyes when he looks at the oil cake every day are like looking at a dying person.

Perhaps in his eyes, everyone in this dark city is a dying person.

Finally, after the Zhao Demon Cultivator sent the last message from the Sect Master of the Dark Purple Sect, everything was about to end.

"Get out of here!"