Mo Zixiao did not hesitate to use her hard-won strength to protect herself to ensure her safety.

After all, Mo Zixiao deceived Ouyang Xiyu and made an oath, but this does not guarantee that it will find out in advance that it is lying to it, and maybe it will kill people and take treasures!

Her current strength is not allowed to be held up by herself, if she is not careful, she will return to the west! If she believed in the wrong person in her previous life, she will not make the same mistake again in this life.

Mo Zixiao thought in her heart, her spiritual sense had carefully penetrated into this futon with a mysterious aura and an unearthed appearance.

The appearance is not noticeable, but the looming powerful aura makes Mo Zixiao jealous, such a thick bloody aura is not something that ordinary spiritual creatures can have.

Thinking like this, Mo Zixiao couldn't help but get nervous, although the futon had already recognized her as the master, but it was difficult for Mo Zixiao to withstand this powerful force alone. After all, it is an extraordinary thing at first glance, and she can't be underestimated.

Mo Zixiao closed her eyes, felt a whirlwind of the world, and as soon as she opened her eyes, she came to an extremely strange place.

There are flowers and trees, but there are no animals. All the colors are milky white, and Mo Zixiao doesn't feel monotonous, but thinks that this gives people a sacrosanct atmosphere. If you look closely at these things, you will find that everything has a faint fuchsia glow, which makes her feel inexplicably frightened.

Mo Zixiao slowly approached a flourishing Lingxiao flower, and with a slight touch of her fingers, she saw the purple-red dots beating irritably, repulsing Mo Zixiao very much, and even with a strong hatred.

With such a strong curse aura, how could Mo Zixiao not think of it! This is the soul of those who died before! Mo Zixiao thought about it, and couldn't help but become more cautious in her heart.

It seems that it is even more difficult to subdue this mysterious futon.

However, once you enter here, there is no reason to go home empty-handed! She's got it! Sitting cross-legged, a fluffy white ball appeared in the palm of his hand, and Mo Zixiao collided with the power it emitted.

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"Nightmare!" The woman in plain clothes exclaimed in surprise, wearing a pure white hat to cover her picturesque face. I can't see her true face, but I can vaguely see her eyes as bright as the morning star.

"It's been so many years that someone has finally triggered the nightmare again." She seemed surprised, but she also seemed to sigh.

She chuckled, her veil light, revealing her neck as white as jade. Slender Su holds a jade flute in his hand, his clear eyes are as plain as a clear spring, and his expression is as immobile as a mountain.

The number of people who trigger nightmares has become less and less common over the years, and only occasionally someone is careless and tragically killed. Not the person she was looking for at all. So, she wasn't much surprised.

Perhaps, another unlucky one.

How could the descendants of the master be those wine bags and rice bags from before! The little host is unique! Only she can trigger the final test.

She thought, shook her head, and didn't care.

It's just that, after a while, something unexpected happened.

The woman's eyes widened, and she looked at Mo Zixiao's figure in the mirror, revealing a look of relief.