In the end, it was Yuemo's conscience that found out, coughed lightly, and said, "Ahem... This seat just wants to win back a game." This sentence is its fundamental purpose.

Zi Mo: "...

Meng Jinxi: "...

What a shameless god, who can tell her what the tall gods in her impression have been eaten?

Yuemo's gaze touched Zi Mo and Meng Jinxi's disdainful gaze, and suddenly paused, and said, "That's it, what are you going to do when you came all the way to this seat from that time?"

Zi Mo turned his head silently, he really didn't want to pay attention to this Yuemo God, he really didn't know how to suppress a dangerous character like a rotting corpse with Yuemo's temperament, and it was sealed for ten thousand years.

Meng Jinxi saw that Zi Mo obviously didn't want to say anything, since he came, then he wanted to bring this person to their time.

Immediately, the matter of the rotting corpse was narrated.

Yuemo frowned, and said, "Rotting corpse, how could it be him? Isn't he doing that old Taoist priest at the foot of Fushan now?"

Meng Jinxi Zimo heard this, his face was shocked, Taoist priest, rotting corpse, are you kidding me?

How can a carrion be a Taoist priest?

Yuemo didn't say anything else, stood up, patted his sleeve and said, "That's it, I'll go with you, when will I leave?"

Zi Mo looked at the sky outside, and secretly calculated in his eyes. He said, "I can't go now, the time is not enough, and the last time is at noon tomorrow." ”

"So..." After listening to this, Yuemo turned to look at Meng Jinxi and Zi Mo, and couldn't help but have a little headache, he is a big Zhuangzi, but the only drawback is that there is no guest room. There is only one bedroom in the entire Zhuangzi, which is his, a study room, which is full of ancient books he collects, and a small firewood room in the backyard.

Don't ask him why there is such a thing as a firewood house here, in fact, he doesn't know why he would make a firewood house here.

Some looked at Zi Mo with embarrassed expressions, then looked at Meng Jinxi again, and then said, "There is no room here, you can solve the accommodation problem by yourself." ”

Zi Mo glanced at him, nodded, and then said, "Okay, Jin'er, let's go to the next mountain tonight." ”

It just so happened that he wanted to go down the hill to find something.

Meng Jinxi nodded, it didn't matter where she was, after all, in order to catch up with Zimo, she had not slept for several nights and had not moved for a long time.

So it was just one night, and it didn't have any effect on her.

After Zi Mo finished speaking, he took Meng Jinxi to a small city under the mountain, this mountain is called Yuqiong Mountain, and the city at the foot of the mountain is naturally called Yuqiong City, probably because of the moon ink living on the mountain, the small city is prosperous.

Meng Jinxi watched the people come and go around them, all doing their own things.

I was excited, what a peaceful world.

Zi Mo leaned into Meng Jinxi's ear and said: "Now this is only the surface of prosperity, two years later, the rotting corpse was born, and the gods on Yuqiong Immortal Mountain took their bodies as seals, and tried their best to seal the rotting corpses, but here it was turned into a hell on earth by the rotting corpses."

Meng Jinxi listened, opened her mouth, and didn't say anything, but her heart was full of sympathy for this place, or pity for this place, she sympathized, pity, but she couldn't help here, because history cannot be changed, otherwise, it may have immeasurable consequences

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