Mo Xiaozao just watched An Xia's ghost pen approaching her side, her face was still the same, and she was not afraid at all because it was a ghost pen that could determine life and death. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

An Xia's expression could be seen from the side, with sadness and paleness.

"What's wrong?" She interrogated this sentence, and a hoarse voice sounded in the room, and her little hand also caught Anxia's hand, obviously feeling that Anxia was not in the right mood.

"Do you know what the Kirin Clan is celebrating?" Casually asked this sentence, and the ink on the tip of the phalloidal pen dripped on her cheek.

A black ink flower bloomed in the center of her eyebrows, not bewitching, but eye-catching because of her eyebrows.

There was an unspeakable cold air rising in her body, and the stiff outstretched hand stopped in front of An Xia with her stunned.

As if waiting for An Xia to come and set a verdict for himself, his eyes sank as he looked at An Xia.

"What are they celebrating?" Asking what Anxia was celebrating, she closed her eyes, the ink in her eyebrows was still there, spreading out in her eyebrows with her slight movements.

It was also like a drop of water, constantly disappearing at the center of her eyebrows, bringing her coldness, bone-chilling cold, making her body uncomfortable.

And she still has to bear this feeling, and she has to look at Anxia in front of her.

The blackness in front of her made her unable to see Anxia's body, nor the movements Anxia was doing, so she could only think about Anxia's behavior according to her own feelings.

An Xia also spoke at this time, staring at her lying down with a pair of eyes, and slowly spoke, "The Qilin Clan is holding your wedding, and why was you sent here after you died as Wenqu Xing." ”

Because the unicorn clan has a liking for her, they acquiesced to those things, and put her entity in their room at the beginning of this matter.

Mo Xiaozao listened to An Xia's words, and he didn't think that such a Qilin clan was really ridiculous, and he would hold a festival because of this, and after such a big thing started, he didn't delay this celebration.

When she came back, she carried the coffin, which must have made her feel very respectful of Wen Quxing's marriage, and her throat rolled.

The closed eyes finally opened, looking at the figure of An Xia in front of him, "What the hell is going on?" ”

"You may not have the demon of the Qilin Clan in your own memory, he also brought your body here from Leng Suran after you died, did a very detailed preservation, and left this ritual."

"Before you woke up, I went out to see it again, and the scene was very large, and I could see that it was carefully conceived."

Naturally, she confessed this sentence, and the ghost pen also fell on her eyebrows in her hand, and the cold touch made her body tremble slightly, and when she wanted to ask what was going on, she didn't get anything.

However, Mo Xiaozao's mood is not much better now, and the little strength she has has also been used by her to push An Xia away.

The body gasped for breath a lot, and when she looked sideways, it was still endless black, but it was different from what she had dreamed before.

It was quiet outside and there wasn't any extra sound.

Even her footsteps on the ground were as loud as thunder, and her bare feet stopped at the door, and her hand was placed in front of the door.

The silence was still there, not broken by her movements, and the only thing that seemed to be different was that her position had changed.

From the bed just now to the door, the long hair that was scattered behind him swayed from side to side as he walked, and his slender hands tightened, hesitating whether to push open the door in front of him.

If she pushes it away, will she see the same scene as in her dream?

Mo Xiaozao thought in his mind, and pushed the door with both hands, almost following her strength, the door was pushed open by her, and there was a squeak.

The cold wind poured in from outside the door, blowing her long hair, and making her standing body shake for a moment, and then she heard a small sound, like a small mouse in the dark, constantly gnawing on some food.

Walking towards the source of the sound, it was the first time she had seen the Qilin Clan, who had no light at all.

I felt a strange feeling in my heart, and when I stopped, I could see that the place where the sound came out was a small hole, and the sound of gnawing through it kept coming out.

There was also a small sound of walking, and it seemed that it was very lively inside, as if it was going on a party.

She leaned down and looked through the black hole, where the fat mouse was holding the peach and gnawing happily, and the other gray mouse was holding the melon seed and struggling to pick it.

There were also a few rats running around, obviously trying to do something big.

Suddenly, I saw a mouse standing up, "By the way, we are making such a big fanfare today, won't we be discovered by the Qilin clan?" They are the number one demon clan. ”

"No, we live in these places of the Qilin Clan, and they naturally know it, but they have their own festival today, so they don't have time to pay attention to us."

"Own holiday? Is the unicorn clan just a festival? Why is there another festival today? ”

The mouse asked with his back to her, and sent the little mouse holding the peach to the side, and asked the gray mouse who replied to him.

Obviously, he was very familiar with the Qilin clan, and even the dragon meat, which the Qilin clan didn't eat much, took out a small piece and gave it to the guinea pig.

And Mo Xiaozao watched the movements of the little mice like this, completely unaware of why the Qilin Clan did not light up at night, and these little mice could not be the reason why the Qilin Clan was like this.

Straightened up, groped for the wall in the darkness and stood, looking up without even seeing a star, completely obscured by a large dark cloud.

Suddenly, I saw the mouse coming out of the hole, and the girl in white on one side of her body walked on the ground with a lamp.

One by one, she turned on the lights, and then she saw the whole picture, with a slender body and long hair fluttering as she walked.

"Who are you?" She asked about this, and the girl in front of her also turned around, as if frightened by the call, and the lamp in her hand fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

The Qilin clan, which was still dark, lit up a moment ago, and Yan'er, who had not woken up yet, rubbed her eyes and walked out of it, glanced at her, and then at the girl.

"What do you do when you don't sleep in the middle of the night? Everyone is busy with the festival today, so I don't have time to talk to you about the future. Yan'er flattened her lips and threw this sentence at her.

Mo Xiaozao took the girl's hand, let go of it, and continued to ask.

What I didn't expect was that Yan'er was also merciless to the girl, and directly said that today's festival had passed, and their nest of rats would leave the Qilin clan in the future.