"Who, are you referring to the most special person?" Mo Leixin suddenly felt that his heart was incredibly restless at this moment, because he hoped in his heart that the person Zichan'er was waiting for was a few people he knew, no matter who it was, so that the crisis in the entire Huaxia could be easily resolved!

But if you want to say who the most likely person is, Morexin only thinks of that person, the creator of miracles, and at the same time a choking little expert, Comrade Bu Xiaoyue!

"Don't you know, then let me give you a hint, the tricks he uses are purple and gold, or very deep dark purple!" Zi Chan'er saw that the big bald head was stunned, as if she was very entangled, so she reminded a little again, this is that person's signature signature color.

"Oh, I've really seen it, his fist has a very mysterious purple gold war pattern, which is extremely powerful, and his physical strength has always exceeded that of a monk of the same level, which is very perverted. "Morexin is out of the way this time, and shakes out the moves of Buyue that he has only seen once, and the dead horse should be a live horse doctor.

"Hmm, is it perverted to have a lot of strength, it turns out that my image in your eyes is so bad!" Zichan'er patted Morey's new bald head angrily, and left directly in a huff.

But what Mo Leixin didn't see was a hint of a smile on the corner of Zichan'er's mouth, which was the excitement of the success of the treacherous plan, the happiness from the heart, because she was actually misleading just now.

As long as Morey said a few new things, she might stun him directly this time, but the big bald head mentioned a word, purple gold war pattern, which didn't run away, because Zi Chan'er had seen it in his grandfather's codex notes, the lord's natal war pattern, purple gold color, and the lines were extremely mysterious, comparable to the stars.

So at this time, Zichan'er was extremely sure that the person they had been waiting for had appeared, and he would even come here in the near future.

......

The big bald head Morexin sat by the charcoal fire to get rid of the chill on his body, and he only discovered another strange place here at this time, that is, no matter how high the person is, this space can give specific law restrictions, such as gravity blessings, cold, heat, etc., this completely normal attribute.

Because it is said that Zichan'er is so powerful is physical body, and the neighbor's grandfather Zi Zhongshan, although he has not been in contact, but Mo Leixin can feel that the old man who meditates every day is definitely more terrifying, but they will all be suppressed by this space to the level of normal people.

For example, in the later stage of Mo Leixin's Dao realm, the gravity attribute on his body is 0.5, the cold attribute is 0.6, etc., which completely makes the new return to the level of ordinary people, while Zi Chan'er's attached attribute is the gravity attribute 2.1, the cold attribute 2.2, etc., which also knocks her back to the category of normal people, she can feel hot and cold, and she will be tired after walking for a long time, etc.

Therefore, Morexin is particularly in awe of this indiscriminate but oppressive attribute that is exerted on the situation of an independent individual, as if no matter what level of person comes here, he will become an ordinary person.

And these are naturally what Zi Chan'er told him, as if it was because Morexin had a close relationship with the person they had been waiting for, so he deliberately revealed a little more to him.

However, Morey only smirked at Zichan'er.

Zichan'er was coquettish, and said a little unkindly: "You will smirk, you should quickly remember your lost memory! The key thing is that it is about your own memory, you only know your own name, and you also have memories of other people, but you have forgotten your own memory, I think you are stranger than us here!"

"And you can't live in my house like this all the time, or people will say it...... Gossip. Zichan'er's voice became smaller and smaller, and her voice seemed to reveal reluctance, and she seemed to say again, don't care about those gossips, you can live as long as you want, I am saying this to others.

In fact, Morexin himself also felt very strange, why did he forget his memory, and it was still the part when he was a child, the most vague, did I see something that should not be seen, and was erased by the mysterious power here, after all, he may have something to do with the guy who has been waiting here.

And this Hongmeng Village also knows that absolute horror is unimaginable, erasing these memories of him is probably to protect that person, and now Morexin has gradually adapted to the strange phenomena that may appear here at any time.

"Forget it, you sit here by yourself first, when you remember, when I will let you out. "The meaning is obvious, it's not good, you don't even want to go anywhere.

After Zichan'er said this, she turned to leave, her slippery and gorgeous black hair was incredibly beautiful, just when Morey was stunned.

She turned her head again and glanced at the horrific scar on the neck of the big bald head, a circle of granulation scars as if the big bald head had once fallen, shocking was not enough to describe, she couldn't help but sigh lightly.

If it weren't for the neighbor's grandfather Zhong Shan's timely action, when Morey came here, his head would have fallen off, I really didn't expect him to be able to directly revive the big bald head, as if the old man could see at a glance that this young man had a close relationship with that person, after all, he would not usually be so enthusiastic.

But fortunately, he was placed here by himself, because he was a nominal disciple of Grandpa Zhong Shan, and he was a doctor, otherwise even if he was saved at that time, no one would have taken care of him, and he would not have survived until now.

"Chan'er, can you go and see if the medicine is decoctioned?" came a voice that looked like an elderly woman.

"That's fine, you sit by the stove for a while. Zichan'er's lark-like voice came from the inner room, which was really nice to Morexin's eyes.

"Okay, I heard that old guy in Zhongshan say that you have mastered one-fifth of the [Hongmeng Pharmacopoeia], it is really better than the blue, although you are only his nominal disciple, but in fact, you are more attentive to you than those so-called personal disciples!" The old woman said with a smile, "Since that old guy didn't care about these things and was dedicated to retreating, our villages will be helpless if they are infected with any diseases, but fortunately you are ...... But I always feel that the life of ordinary people who live so long is coming to an end. ”

As Mo Leixin listened, an extremely bold idea appeared in Huo Ran's heart, this old woman obviously had something to say! Could it be that she was a great prophet? He couldn't help but smile bitterly, anything magical would happen here, and any terrifying master would appear casually, as if everything had been arranged.

And all this began to change subtly after his arrival......