"Xiaoyin, don't be with people like him, people don't need it, what are you going to Liaodi for? People and new friends have been there many times, and it's useless to ask you. Linglong suddenly flew to Fanyin's ear and said, angry that Beiming was so angry with Fanyin. When Sanskrit heard it, he was stunned, "Let's go!"

"Let's go, what are you doing, he doesn't want you now!Let go of my little voice!" Linglong flew out and grabbed Beiming's arm with his hind legs.

Fanyin bit his lips, Huo Di pushed Beiming away, and the action flashed a gap in Beiming, and his arm was released. Bei Ming was shocked and said loudly, "Where are you going!" and immediately brought her back. But Fanyin's spiritual power is gradually rising, and it takes a lot of effort for Beiming to control her.

"Don't worry about it!" Sanskrit Yin was about to leave, his body was free, and he frowned between his eyebrows, and he was busy parrying.

"No way!"

"I'm leaving, why do I still listen to your orders! I have nothing to do with you Dongling!" said Sanskrit back.

"Come back!" said the North Stygian urgently.

"Let go!" Sanskrit Yin's arm was a few stalls, and Beiming quickly parried.

"No way!"

"Do you want me to go, or never see me!"

"I don't want you to go!Okay! Don't be angry anymore!"

"What about when you go back?"

"I won't let you go!"

"You're going to chase me again! I'll never see you! I'm going to go clean! I'm at ease!

"I was wrong! Okay! Can you stop talking to me like this!" What will never meet, what will go cleanly, Sanskrit Yin will speak more resolutely than one sentence, making the Beiming vest cold and cold sweat on his head.

"Compared to Yan Tong, my speed is faster! I haven't lost to him in the military competition! Why do you want to underestimate me! It seems to have become an embroidered pillow! Sissy!"

"I'm not right!" Beiming frequently admitted his mistake.

"After I go back, I won't partner with you again! It's really better to treat me like a brother with Chilu! Take care of each other with all sincerity! Never give up!" Fanyin kept talking, obviously angry with Beiming's stubborn temper.

"I know, Fifth Minister, I'm wrong, okay! Don't be angry with me anymore, okay! Fifth Minister!" Bei Ming Yizheng said, but this was a little strange.

Sanskrit looked back at him sharply. I saw him say with a sincere face: "I was wrong Fifth Minister, don't be angry, okay?"

"I hate it!" Seeing that Beiming was calling his official title seriously, Sanskrit Yin's little face puffed up, and he no longer paid attention to him.

Beiming and they quickly crossed the three kingdoms of Hu Man, Qingbian and Luoqi, and saw the feet of Lan Song, Beiming made a gesture to Mo Duoli, and the two leopard antelopes turned around, bypassing the city wall of Lan Song and heading towards Liaodi, so as not to cause more trouble. It was already dark, and the Northern Meditation entered the Liao Land before dawn, so he quickly whipped up his horse and went out at full speed. Fanyin leaned back and fell into Beiming's arms, and Beiming took advantage of the situation, hugged her waist, and blocked her hand to grab the reins.

"What are you doing?" whispered as the night darkened, and the voice of Sanskrit sinking with the night.

"The wound on your hand hasn't healed yet, don't pull the reins. "Bei Ming Dao," just hold me. ”

Sanskrit also wanted to get up and get out of the control of the North Underworld, but the North Underworld was not allowed. Modori took advantage of the darkness of the night to look at the two men. I saw that the two of them were silent and well-behaved, but they seemed so intimate. Even if this cold night was biting, she felt that the two people next to her were as hot as the dry firewood, and the warmth was hot for each other, and she was reluctant to part. Mordori's gaze couldn't take her eyes off the two of them for a moment, and she seemed to want to see it more realistically, to prove that maybe she had misunderstood or overthought it, and they weren't that good. Suddenly, a keen gaze looked at Ling Jing, and Fanyin felt that someone was staring at him.

"Mr. Mo......" Fanyin saw from the Ling mirror that Mo Duoli was looking at himself and Beiming. She looked at her for a long time, but she didn't look away. Fanyin felt a little awkward, so she writhed in front of Bei Ming, not wanting to be stared at like this. But after a long time, when she didn't see Modoli take her eyes away, she tried to sit upright. "Ahem. Sanskrit coughed lightly.

"What's wrong?" asked Beiming.

"Nothing. Fanyin said in a low voice, "Let's hurry up, don't let Hua Po wait." ”

After midnight, Bei Ming and the others finally arrived at the border of Liaodi. The corroded ground in front of me has turned into scorched earth, and the miasma is long gone. The North Underworld released roving bees to scout the surrounding conditions. After a while, the three of them took the leopard antelope and stepped into Liaodi.

Mo Dori walked beside Bei Ming, and Sanskrit naturally followed behind the two of them. Not long after entering Liaodi, Fanyin leaned over and touched the ground, this was the first time she had come to Liaodi. The charred earth caught her attention. Bei Ming, who was walking in front, stopped, "What?" he said as he came to Fanyin.

"Is this what you call the corrupted ground?" asked Sanskrit.

"Yes. ”

Sanskrit sniffed the dirt on the ground, and in addition to the smell of burning, it seemed to be mixed with a trace of moisture. It is said that the place that has been attacked by the pyromancers has not grown a single grass, and it is impossible for there to be any more moisture. Could it be that the weather is too much? Fanyin wondered, and took a few hard breaths of the air around her. No, not a taste. I saw that Sanskrit Yin's fingertips suddenly conjured up slender ice picks, and they plunged into the ground with a bang, and the ice picks grew longer and deeper in the ground. After a while, Sanskrit retracted the icicle, leaving only the tip of his finger to pull out of the ground, and a drop of water hung on it. Sanskrit took it to the front and sniffed, frowning. Follow the drip onto the back of the North Stygian hand.

"It doesn't taste right, isn't it?" Fanyin looked at Beiming's expression and knew that he had also discovered it.

"It's not like ordinary water. "The Northern Underworld. The previous continuous battles made the North Underworld ignore this level. Sanskrit sound's sensitivity and carefulness are even better than those of the North Underworld.

Bei Ming looked at it fixedly, and there seemed to be something flowing in the water droplets, could it be, spiritual power? He then took out the Finger Shadow Knife and dug into the ground, and the Finger Shadow Knife disappeared into the dirt in an instant, and soon, the Finger Shadow Knife jumped out, and Bei Ming connected his two fingers, and pulled out a handful of wet dirt from the Finger Shadow Knife. The smell was more obvious than a drop of water just now, but it was not strong, and it had the intention of gradually dissipating. Bei Ming put away the dirt and continued to dig forward.

Modori followed him, Sanskrit still behind. Ever since Sanskrit appeared, Mo Dori felt a little uncomfortable. After entering Liaodi, she felt even more uncomfortable, she wanted to help but didn't know where to start, she wanted to keep pace with Beiming, but Fanyin was alone, and she felt that something was wrong, as if she should let Fanyin and Beiming together.

The deeper the Liaodi became, Mo Dori was a little absent-minded. Suddenly, there was a strange movement in the sky, and Beiming and Sanskrit Yin took refuge in unison to the mound on the side, and their figures disappeared. Mo Doli was stunned for a moment, and when she reacted, she realized that she was already next to Beiming, who was tugging her arm to look at the sky. Mo Duoli looked around and disappeared. She looked around a little flustered, and couldn't help but whisper: "What about Sanskrit?"

"By my side. "The North Underworld Dao, homeopathic compared a silent action. But Mo Doli didn't see the shadow of Sanskrit at all. However, before she could doubt any more, she heard a piercing strange sound coming from the sky, the sound was like a dumb dragon moan, and the throat had been burned, which was so unpleasant that it made people's scalps tingle.