In this silent stone hall, there was no sound, the firelight flickered everywhere, and the figures drifted away, and for a while, the silence here was so strange that it made people feel chills down their spines. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

A long time passed, and it wasn't until Mo Qingjue felt that his back was covered with sweat stains that the Moon Shadow's somewhat calm voice slowly sounded, "You mean, the body of the Moon Worship Queen is gone?" ”

Listening to the cold voice of the moon shadow, Mo Qingjue's thin lips pursed slightly, and he said in a deep voice, "Master Hui, yes." ”

At the moment when Mo Qingjue's words fell, a strong palm wind came from behind the curtain, and a palm hit Mo Qingjue's body, Mo Qingjue was powerless to resist, so he could only carry this palm hard, and in an instant, a trace of blood slowly flowed out of the corner of Mo Qingjue's mouth, which was particularly dazzling, but he still straightened his back and half-knelt in place, not moving at all.

Mo Qingjue's dark eyes stared at the ground faintly, and his deep gaze revealed an imperceptible coldness.

"What a rubb!! Rubbish!! The deity gives you ten days! If you can't find the whereabouts of the body of the Moon Worshipper! You'll see you here!! Moon Shadow roared a little out of control.

Listening to the abnormal voice of the moon shadow, Mo Qing couldn't help but be a little stunned, but then lowered his head and responded, "Yes." ”

Moon Shadow squinted slightly and looked at Mo Qingjue, who was respectfully half-kneeling under His Highness, and his cold and unkind voice slowly sounded, "Mo Qingjue, you must know that if you can pull the descendants of Wizard Miao Xiwen back from the Ghost Gate, the deity will be able to send her to the Nai He Bridge again." ”

Hearing this, Mo Qing's heart was shocked, sure enough, could he still not hide anything from him?

Although his heart turned a thousand times, Mo Qingjue still said respectfully, "Back to Master, I saved the Miao Xi Wen Descendant because the disciple thought that the descendants of Miao Xi Wen would be useful to my Chao Guang. ”

"How?" Moon Shadow asked in a hoarse voice.

Mo Qingjue's lowered eyebrows were slightly lower, and a cold voice sounded slowly, "The disciple thinks that the master should be very clear. ”

Looking at Mo Qingjue's somewhat vague silver mask, Moon Shadow snorted coldly, which was regarded as a default to Mo Qingjue's words, and after a while, Moon Shadow's hoarse voice came again.

"You go down first, but don't forget the deity's commands."

Mo Qing Jue was slightly stunned when he heard this, then nodded slightly, shook his body and stood up, because of a tearing pain in his chest, Mo Qing couldn't help but reach out to cover his chest, took a deep breath, and then bowed respectfully towards the curtain above the stone hall, and said in a deep voice, "Master, disciple retires." ”

After finishing speaking, Mo Qingjue slowly turned around, raised his steps and wanted to leave this strange stone hall, but at this moment, the faint voice of the moon shadow sounded behind him again.

"Take this medicine away and heal well. This time you are not doing well, it can be regarded as punishment. As soon as the words fell, a brown bottle appeared at Mo Qingjue's feet.

Looking at the brown bottle, Mo Qing's eyes flashed slightly, his body stiffened slightly, he slowly picked up the bottle, and replied in a deep voice, "Thank you, Master." ”

Mo Qingjue's faint voice sounded in this closed stone hall, which was particularly ethereal, and the moon shadow looked at Mo Qingjue's back without lingering, and a pair of yin owl eyes narrowed slightly.

Do you really think he's confused? It's not that he is not angry about Mo Qing's private rescue of the heirs of Miao Xi Wen, but that the heirs of Miao Xi Wen are still of great use, when it comes to hatred, he doesn't hate the world, but he hates the high Miao Xi Wen family, what kind of god and wizard? It's a demon at all!

Thinking of these, Moon Shadow's body under the black cloak was straight, and the black hair exposed outside the black cloak made it easy for people to tell that he was not old, but a pair of yin owl eyes were full of vicissitudes, and a handsome young face was also looming in the lights, looking particularly desolate.

Mo Qingjue walked in the dim dark passage, and his swaying body made it easy for people to see that he was not well, and his injuries were very serious.

He groped his way along the stone wall, the green tendons bulging on the back of his hand holding the brown medicine bottle, and a pale and handsome face was hidden under the silver mask, and beads of sweat dripped from the edge of the mask, ticking to the ground, inexplicably adding a bit of weirdness.

Mo Qingjue forced himself out of the cave, looking at the darkening sky outside, the formation in the mountain stream changed its appearance again, his eyebrows furrowed slightly, he opened the brown medicine bottle with trembling hands, poured out the black pill inside, looked at the pill lying in his hand, Mo Qingjue was slightly distracted, and thought with his eyebrows.

What do you say about medical treatment and poison, can't you save yourself in the moment of life and death? After mocking himself, Mo Qingjue slowly put the pill into his mouth, and did not hurry up to exercise his strength to heal his injuries, he must recover his strength as soon as possible, because if he was injured, it would be impossible for him to get out of this mountain stream.

Because those mysterious ancient formations can make him die here now.

After about half an hour, Mo Qingjue slowly opened his eyes, looked at his body that was gradually regaining his strength, his eyes flashed slightly, he got up slowly, and then quickly dodged away from the mountain stream.

As soon as Mo Qingjue came out of the mountain stream, he saw Nanjia's anxiously waiting figure from a distance, Mo Qingjue saw it, his black eyes flashed slightly, and he immediately raised his steps and walked over slowly, and asked softly, "What are you doing here?" ”

Nan Jia listened to Mo Qingjue's faint voice, quickly turned around and looked at Mo Qingjue in surprise, and asked in surprise, "You came out?" ”

"Have you seen Gongsun Yuexuan?" Mo Qingjie asked lightly.

Looking at Mo Qingjue's cold and hard face, Nan Jia laughed twice and said softly, "Yes, it was she who told me that you might not be able to get out by yourself, so I am here to find a way, you know that I have limited ability and can't enter this mountain stream." ”

Listening to Nan Jia's words, Mo Qingjue walked straight in the direction of Danfeng Tower without even raising his eyebrows, Nan Jia saw it, and hurriedly stepped forward, and after repeatedly making sure that Mo Qingjue was not unusual, he said as if unintentionally, "Hey, don't say that I was surprised when I saw Yuexuan, she is still alive, huh?" Ha.... Ha. ”

The two walked unhurriedly in the mountains and forests, Mo Qing never had the slightest intention of caring with Nan Jia, so at the moment, Nan Jia's dry laughter alone seemed a little abrupt, and after a while, seeing that Mo Qing had no reaction, Nan Jia couldn't help but put away his smile slightly and coughed lightly.

"Qingjue, I think Yuexuan is still ......"

"Nanjia, are you idle?" Seeing that Nan Jia seemed to be a little unable to stop, Mo Qing couldn't help but turn to look at Nan Jia slightly, and asked in a deep voice.

Hearing this, Nan Jia stopped talking, pursed her lips slightly, and stopped talking.

Looking at Nan Jia, who had finally quieted down, Mo Qingjue turned around slightly and walked forward again, and the cold night wind blew on his forehead, and he only sobered up slightly. (To be continued.) )