Probably thinking that what Mo Qiqi said made sense, he slightly turned sideways to give up a position, waited for Mo Qiqi to enter the courtyard, and then closed the door.

When their relationship was still good, Mo Qiqi had also been to his courtyard a few times, compared to now...... There is no big difference, but because he has been closed to customers, and the servants who take care of the courtyard can't enter, the grass and trees in the courtyard are a little too vigorous, and when the grass and trees are deep, it looks a little gloomy, and once it is gloomy, it is easy to give birth to some insects and ants.

Mo Qiqi looked around for a while, dispelled the idea of entering the house to visit, and walked to the pavilion next to him and sat down as if by accident, and then asked the monk surnamed Qian: "Do you remember the one we caught when we came back...... "I don't know what it is, so let's call it a monster for the time being."

He naturally remembered, his face was a little unsightly, white and black, nodded sullenly, and sat down opposite Mo Qiqi.

The two sat opposite each other, and Mo Qiqi saw that his face was a little white and black, if this kind of face was put on a mortal, it would be bad luck, something that was about to happen and unfortunate things. Is it on the monks...... That's a bit of a point, but it's also possible that someone else was poisoned......

Mo Qiqi took his eyes off his face, made a gossipy look, lowered his voice and said to him: "I have never seen that demon beast, and I don't know what breed it is, and the Immortal Alliance is also hiding it tightly, I have a good heart, Qi inquired several times and didn't get any useful news, I was lucky today, when I heard the deacon's disciples chatting, my mouth was about to leak, saying that the elders were preparing the altar and were going to deal with the demon beast." ”

Speaking of this, Mo sighed twice, looked at his expression casually, and then continued: "Although I don't know what kind of demon beast it is, it doesn't look very powerful, but it must not be idle to think about it, it has its own uniqueness, if it is an ordinary demon beast, I think it's useless, just stab it to death, where do you need to prepare an altar to deal with it, Daoyou, yes or no?"

Mo Qiqi looked at him when he asked, only to feel that his eyes were extremely gloomy, as if a gray cloth was covered on his eyeballs, and he looked away with a sneer twice, and fell on his hand resting on the table.

His hands are extremely ordinary, but the nails are a little long and white, but there are a few strands of black silk spreading at the base of the nails, which naturally cannot be the nail art he specially did.

It feels like a fruit that has started to rot from the inside, and it looks bright from the outside, but there are already some black spots in some places, and if you dig it up, you can see the rotten smell of the whole fruit from the inside out!

Something that began to exude a dead breath like this, it was always a little unappetizing to look at it for a long time, Mo Qiqi withdrew his gaze, half-closed his eyelids, and began to look at his nose and nose.

The monk surnamed Qian was silent and did not speak, raised his hand, turned it over and over, as if watching with interest, and after a while, he stretched out his hand to Mo Qiqi, who saw that the lines of his palm were also spreading faintly black silk.

Mo Qiqi stepped back a little with his arms and leaned on the railing of the pavilion bench, with a puzzled look on his face.

He withdrew his hand and spoke, "This body won't last long." ”

Speaking of which, this is the first time that Mo Qiqi has heard him say so many words after he has sobered up, and he always has a subtle feeling, it turns out that he doesn't know how to speak, but he is too lazy to say it.

His voice was hoarse and somewhat broken