Nuo Mi'an sat quietly by the bonfire, listening to Xiao Jingyan's answer with Qiu Mo.

In front of her was the bonfire that burned very vigorously, making a crackling sound and the subtle sound of a firewood being burned. Even Nuomi herself didn't notice that she was still thinking about such a small noise.

However, while paying attention to these voices, all her thoughts were on Qiu Mo's words.

As she listened, she thought slowly, and felt as if she had figured out a little bit about it, but she couldn't piece it all together.

Previously, Qiu Mo had completely told him about his own experience in the Xuantian Pavilion, and Nuomi didn't feel that there was anything wrong.

But now after listening to the questions asked by Xiao Jingyan and Qiu Mo's answers, Nuomi slowly sorted out those questions and answers, and suddenly felt that in such a question and answer, there seemed to be something slightly different from what Qiu Mo said before.

It's a strange feeling, like a crack suddenly popping up on a completely flat, unwavering surface. The crack is not very obvious, and it is not even different from the water wave, but it is really there.

"What the hell is ...... Where......"

Glutinous rice stared blankly at the burning bonfire in front of her, and her brows finally slowly furrowed.

She could really feel that feeling, but it was as if something was missing, so that she couldn't really look for it. Able to grasp that flaw keenly at once. It is likely that the posture is due to one of her instincts, or even because of the little fluctuation of the aura on Qiu Mo's body when answering questions. That's why glutinous rice gives birth to such a feeling.

Xiao Jingyan and Qiu Mo's Q&A continued, and Nuomi listened harder, but found that the previous feeling was slowly subsiding.

Nuomi pursed her lips, a little wanted to discuss with Xiao Jingyan, but she held the words in her mouth.

After all, it's too early to talk about this, and it's not yet like that.

"Xuantian Pavilion's inheritance?" Qiu Mo glanced at Xiao Jingyan in some surprise. The voice was already a little hoarse, "Why did you suddenly remember to ask this?" ”

After he woke up. I haven't eaten or drunk, and at this time I talked too much, and my voice was a little sandy. He has been patiently answering Xiao Jingyan's questions, but probably because of this. Even his voice was hoarse, and he finally showed a hint of impatience.

Glutinous rice was stunned.

The feeling that made her feel strange suddenly returned.

"I'm just curious." Xiao Jingyan did not back down because of Qiu Mo's displeasure, but shrugged his shoulders, leaned out, and turned over the bonfire in front of him with a branch.

There was still some mess burning on the campfire, and by this time there was already a hint of fragrance.

Xiao Jingyan glanced at those things, scooped some of them from above, and handed them to Qiu Mo.

This kind of thing should have been done by the monks of this small sect, but even the things that were burning on the bonfire were taken out of glutinous rice. So Xiao Jingyan simply took over the matter directly. He is not born at all, and in this small sect, he even shows a little bit of the appearance of a master. Nuo Mi'an sat quietly by the campfire. Listening to Xiao Jingyan's answer with Qiu Mo.

In front of her was the bonfire that burned very vigorously, making a crackling sound and the subtle sound of a firewood being burned. Even Nuomi herself didn't notice that she was still thinking about such a small noise.

However, while paying attention to these sounds. All her thoughts were on Qiu Mo's words.

She listened as she thought slowly. I always feel as if I've figured out a little bit of something, but I just can't piece the whole thing together.

Previously, Qiu Mo had completely told him about his own experience in the Xuantian Pavilion, and Nuomi didn't feel that there was anything wrong.

But now after listening to the questions asked by Xiao Jingyan and Qiu Mo's answers, Nuomi slowly sorted out those questions and answers, and suddenly felt that in such a question and answer, there seemed to be something slightly different from what Qiu Mo said before.

It's a strange feeling, like a crack suddenly popping up on a completely flat, unwavering surface. The crack is not very obvious, and it is not even different from the water wave, but it is really there.

"What the hell is ...... Where......"

Glutinous rice stared blankly at the burning bonfire in front of her, and her brows finally slowly furrowed.

She could really feel that feeling, but it was as if something was missing, so that she couldn't really look for it. was able to keenly grasp that trace of flaw at once, and it was probably because of her intuition, or even because of the little fluctuation of the aura on Qiu Mo's body when answering questions, that Nuomi had such a feeling.

Xiao Jingyan and Qiu Mo's Q&A continued, and Nuomi listened harder, but found that the previous feeling was slowly subsiding.

Nuomi pursed her lips, a little wanted to discuss with Xiao Jingyan, but she held the words in her mouth.

After all, it's too early to talk about this, and it's not yet like that.

"Xuantian Pavilion's inheritance?" Qiu Mo glanced at Xiao Jingyan in some surprise, his voice was already a little hoarse, "Why did you suddenly remember to ask this?" ”

He hadn't eaten or drunk since he woke up earlier, and now he talked a lot, and his voice became a little shaky. He had been patiently answering Xiao Jingyan's questions, but probably because of this, even his voice became hoarse, and he finally showed a trace of impatience.

Glutinous rice was stunned.

The feeling that made her feel strange suddenly returned.

"I'm just curious." Xiao Jingyan did not back down because of Qiu Mo's displeasure, but shrugged his shoulders, leaned out, and turned over the bonfire in front of him with a branch.

There was still some mess burning on the campfire, and by this time there was already a hint of fragrance.

Xiao Jingyan glanced at those things, scooped some of them from above, and handed them to Qiu Mo.

This kind of thing should have been done by the monks in this small sect, but even the things that were burning on the bonfire were taken out of glutinous rice, so Xiao Jingyan simply took over this matter directly. He is not born at all, and in this small sect, he even shows a little bit of the appearance of a master. Nuo Mi'an sat quietly by the bonfire, listening to Xiao Jingyan's answer with Qiu Mo.

In front of her was the bonfire that burned very vigorously, making a crackling sound and the subtle sound of a firewood being burned. Even Nuomi herself didn't notice that she was still thinking about such a small noise.

However, while paying attention to these voices, all her thoughts were on Qiu Mo's words.

As she listened, she thought slowly, and felt as if she had figured out a little bit about it, but she couldn't piece it all together.

Previously, Qiu Mo had completely told him about his own experience in the Xuantian Pavilion, and Nuomi didn't feel that there was anything wrong.

But now after listening to the questions asked by Xiao Jingyan and Qiu Mo's answers, Nuomi slowly sorted out those questions and answers, and suddenly felt that in such a question and answer, there seemed to be something slightly different from what Qiu Mo said before.

It's a strange feeling, like a crack suddenly popping up on a completely flat, unwavering surface. The crack is not very obvious, and it is not even different from the water wave, but it is really there.

"What the hell is ...... Where......"

Glutinous rice stared blankly at the burning bonfire in front of her, and her brows finally slowly furrowed.

She could really feel that feeling, but it was as if something was missing, so that she couldn't really look for it. was able to keenly grasp that trace of flaw at once, and it was probably because of her intuition, or even because of the little fluctuation of the aura on Qiu Mo's body when answering questions, that Nuomi had such a feeling.

Xiao Jingyan and Qiu Mo's Q&A continued, and Nuomi listened harder, but found that the previous feeling was slowly subsiding.

Nuomi pursed her lips, a little wanted to discuss with Xiao Jingyan, but she held the words in her mouth.

After all, it's too early to talk about this, and it's not yet like that.

"Xuantian Pavilion's inheritance?" Qiu Mo glanced at Xiao Jingyan in some surprise, his voice was already a little hoarse, "Why did you suddenly remember to ask this?" ”

He hadn't eaten or drunk since he woke up earlier, and now he talked a lot, and his voice became a little shaky. He had been patiently answering Xiao Jingyan's questions, but probably because of this, even his voice became hoarse, and he finally showed a trace of impatience.

Glutinous rice was stunned.

The feeling that made her feel strange suddenly returned.

"I'm just curious." Xiao Jingyan did not back down because of Qiu Mo's displeasure, but shrugged his shoulders, leaned out, and turned over the bonfire in front of him with a branch.

There was still some mess burning on the campfire, and by this time there was already a hint of fragrance.

This kind of thing should have been done by the monks in this small sect, but even the things that were burning on the bonfire were taken out of glutinous rice, so Xiao Jingyan simply took over this matter directly. (To be continued) R861