It's just that she didn't think that Wen Quxing did it, and she didn't find the reason why a god like Wen Quxing did this. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Mo Xiaozao felt that the magic pen in her mind was shining when she was thinking about Wenqu Xing, and she believed very much in the statement that the magic pen belonged to Wenqu Xing, otherwise the magic pen that had been dull in her mind would not have begun to shine frequently when she thought of this.

Thinking too intently, she bumped into Xiao Wu's back, heard the crisp sound of wind chimes, and looked up to see the bones hanging all over the room, and a skeleton sitting on the bones and tapping the skull to chant the scriptures.

The skeleton stood up under her gaze, stuffed the bone in his hand into his leg, moved it twice, pressed the skull to his head, and looked at her with a translucent head, "Whose little demon is this, I haven't seen it, it's okay, I don't know if I'm married or not, I have a bad offspring, and it's time to marry." ”

"Old man with bones." Xiao Wu spoke, dragging his long skirt step by step onto the bones, the white or beige bones kept shaking, but none of them fell, "She's not here to marry your little bones." ”

"Why are you bringing a girl if you don't give my little bone knot? I don't need living creatures here. The skeleton sat down again, unloaded his skull and placed it on top of the skeleton, knocked it down with his thigh bone, and recited Sanskrit one by one.

She looked at this strange scene, and inexplicably thought of those monks in the monastery.

I simply walked towards the skeleton step by step, wanting to hear what the old man was reciting, whether he was really reciting Buddhist scriptures, or whether he was telling some stories about the skeleton.

"I know you can make a person remember their past, so, do you want these bones of yours, or do you want her to remember who she is?" Xiao Wu's voice was not loud, but the old man who was knocking on his bones stopped, and even the hanging bones stopped sounding.

"I can't do it now, you know, since Xiao Gu was born, I have forgotten my past, and I can't make her remember who she is, this matter, it's better to go to Meng Po, she can make people forget the past, and naturally make people remember who they are." The old man pressed his bones well, and layer by layer of flesh and blood was born.

Mo Xiaozao stood on the skeleton, and just wanted to say one thing about the indescribable man in front of her, this was the most perfect face she had ever seen, no matter from which angle, it gave her an indescribable shock.

Unconsciously strode to the top, wanting to ask the other party's name and story, it will definitely become the highlight of her contract sadness!

Before she had time to ask the story, she heard the old man Gu say, Xiao Gu should go back, and the bones under her feet were spliced together one by one, which was more than ten meters high.

"In that case, I won't bother you with her." Xiao Wu's face hidden under the mask turned gloomy and black, grabbed Mo Xiaozao with one hand, and fell to the ground in a jump, walking back towards the way he came without looking back.

Mo Xiaozao followed behind him, looking back at the room from time to time, but unfortunately, the old man and the small bone in his mouth had disappeared.

Followed Xiao Wu in front of her step by step, her mind was full of what Xiao Wu had just said, and the past she wanted her to recall should be her past life, those memories of Wenqu Xing, but what is the use of these memories being revived?

"Why do you want me to revive my old memories, what the hell do you want to do?"

"I don't want to do anything, it's just that you're too weak now, weak in the literary circle you are in, a god-level writer can destroy you if there is a random appearance, and although awakening your memory at that time can't restore your ability, at least it can make you remember, how to use the magic pen." Xiao Wu coldly dropped his words and quickened his pace.

It's just an excuse for his selfishness, and he wants to know why he destroyed the demon pen back then.

This is this kind of thing that can't be said to Mo Xiaozao now, and it is not clear to Mo Xiaozao now, so he naturally chose such a good statement for Mo Xiaozao and prevaricated the past.

She was not stupid, she could hear that Xiao Wu was obviously prevaricating, so she naturally shut up, thinking that if she went back, she could ask Leng Suran, as a person in this matter, he would not be unclear about the role of her reply to Wen Quxing's memory.

Back in the small room with only the bed, she closed the door casually, the room was silent in silence, and the room that had always been white made her not know how long she had been here, and she didn't know if the contract grief had been updated on time, and she didn't know if the editor had contacted her to determine the result of the recommendation.

"You've been here for two days." As if knowing what she was thinking, Xiao Wu pursed her lips and told her, lying on the bed with her body on her side, the mask pressed tightly against her face, "Today should be your last manuscript, as long as you don't go back, your article to enter the annual meeting will be broken, Leng Suran also knows, and the matter should be almost resolved." ”

"In that case, I'll go back." She opened the door and was about to go out, froze when she saw another path that she hadn't taken at all.

"I almost forgot to tell you, this room is the most important building of this demon clan, and the door is also an extremely random place leading to the demon clan, and the exit point is also very different, so you can't get out by yourself, wait for the desolate crane to come over at night."

He took out a piece of purple jade the size of a fingernail from the side of the bed, rubbed it in his hand, and his mind followed the purple jade into it, and in the distance, the purple jade shone brightly, illuminating the entire passage of engraving.

Cang Desolate Crane held the purple jade in his hands, knowing that Mo Xiaozao was about to be sent back, and finally touched the words on the engraving, and raised his feet to leave.

When the desolate crane night appeared, she and Xiao Wu were standing at the door, she nodded to the desolate crane night, and opened the distance between herself and Xiao Wu, "I don't know why you want me to recall my past, but I know that you are not trying to make me better at magic brushes." ”

"I just want you to be a complete you, in this case, I can also ask you some questions that have been pestering me, how can I say that it is also Wenqu Xing, as long as the magic pen is in hand, who else can't decide their fate and can't read it?" With his back to her and her last words, Xiao Wu took off the mask he was wearing and threw it aside.

She listened to Xiao Wu's words in her ears, increased her pace and followed the desolate crane night, feeling the familiar taste of the desolate crane night, and the whole person was much more relaxed.

The strings that had been crumbling in my heart have now been loosened.

"Desolate Crane Night, do you know a bony old man, indescribably outstanding." She was still thinking about the story of the old man with bones, and asked directly, striding inside the purple light, feeling the warmth around her.

"I've heard of it, it's a very dangerous person, it seems that he doesn't see anyone except the people above, and he is also a person who writes essays, but no one knows which essays are his, and where they are mixed in." It's just that it will definitely not be a very low place, and it will not be in the power of the demon clan. (To be continued.) )