Chapter 20 The Youthful Spirit of the Spirits of the Spirits of the Spirits

Mo Wenjun swallowed his saliva, lowered his head in a daze, stammered, and his voice fell silent as he asked.

"It's my turn."

"Huh?! Oh oh okay...... "Mo Wenjun's face suddenly turned red like a fever, and he regretted it in his heart, Mo Wenjun, Mo Wenjun, why are you so stupid! Why ask such an awkward question! It's as if you've been seen and you're able to make a promise......

"You and Zhao want to be ...... What relationship? ”

"Huh? Can't you see that? Brotherhood! Favor relationship! If he hadn't taken me in, I'm afraid I would have drowned in the Qingshui River! ”

"It's my turn!"

“…… Good. ”

"Do you have someone you like?"

Mo Wenjun chewed his mouth full of sweetness and sourness, he rubbed Bai Yuchen's arm with a wicked smile, and a pair of crescent eyes shone slightly in the tongue of fire.

Bai Yuchen looked at Mo Wenjun beside him with a mocking face expressionlessly, and nodded thoughtfully.

"Is she good-looking? What is your name? Does he know that you are longing for her? Eh, did you confess? ”

Mo Wenjun suddenly became an eventful woman, his face came straight to Bai Yuchen, the two suddenly met their eyes, Bai Yuchen twisted his cheeks, was silent for a moment, and only said lightly: "It looks good." He bowed his head and remained silent.

"What about you...... How are you going to do it? Marry her? ”

"Marry!"

Bai Yuchen nodded solemnly, his eyes flashed with a faint light, and he replied with a swear, the firelight reflected him, and he was like a clear and dazzling jade, pure and flawless.

Seeing Bai Yuchen's resolute appearance so sure, Mo Wenjun's heart somehow became dull as if he couldn't breathe into the air, Bai Yuchen ...... Got a girl you like? He is so determined, it must not be an ordinary liking...... He'll cook for that girl too...... Help her heal her wounds and carry her eaves to the wall...... Stop...... What's wrong with you! Who does Bai Yuchen like...... What's the matter with you...... If you're not happy, it won't be your turn......

"No more playing."

"Oh......"

The flames splashed outward, Mo Wenjun shook his head in annoyance, buried his head in the crook of his knees, and a awkward twist occupied his heart,

When he was in a depressed mood, he inadvertently caught a glimpse of a random yellow belt of four or five feet not far away, blurred and dim in the light and shadow, like the old skin of a python, which was terrifying.

The yellow ribbon was faintly black, about four or five feet, but it did not look like a snakeskin pattern, but it looked shiny and shiny.

"Eh, Brother Yuchen, what do you think this is?"

Bai Yuchen took a closer look, and the thin dots of needle eyes on the belt reflected dense points of light through the light.

"I remember that the man of the house today has such a small needle eye on his neck, does this thing have anything to do with Qingshuihe's disease?"

Bai Yuchen was just about to walk forward, but his waist was suddenly gently pulled by something, he felt bad and hurriedly probed, the break on his waist was no longer visible in the blink of an eye, only to see the grass and trees moving slightly in the direction of the steep cliff, and the trivial sound was swallowed up by the rakshasa of the night, as if what happened just now was just an ethereal nightmare.

"Chase."

Bai Yuchen's lips opened slightly, and when Mo Wenjun got up, a black dress had already flown forward, and the vague figure disappeared in an instant like a ghost, with a murderous look in his eyes.

The ancient immortal weapon is cut off, if it is refined by a villain, it will be another catastrophe!

After a while, the two arrived one after another, the mountain wind was fierce, and everything in front of them really made both of them break out in a cold sweat.

The cliffs are like cutting thousands of ravines, cliffs and cliffs, sand and rocks, not to mention the consequences of falling down and not even getting together the whole corpse, just talking about the behemoth in front of you, it really makes people's sweat stand on end.

"Good...... What a big tree! ”

The cloud tree in front of him is far away, the forest is towering, and the intertwined tendencies seem to be so shocked that Mo Wenjun is stunned, and what is even more terrifying is that the countless vines born from this ancient tree entrenched in the cliff are actually intertwined with each other and towering to the sky, squirming densely, like a dragon with teeth and claws, and if you are not careful, it is the consequence of the earth shaking the mountains.

Such a terrifying behemoth, let alone these two people, even if it is the royal tens of millions of forbidden troops, I am afraid there is nothing they can do. Bai Yuchen suddenly pulled Mo Wenjun to hide in the weeds not far away, and Mo Wenjun staggered and sat in the grass, obviously dumbfounded.

"White ...... Yuchen, this guy, is there a way to deal with it? ”

At this time, the night has arrived, the bright moon is in the sky, and thousands of birds return to the forest.

"Break away, maybe there is a glimmer of life, and now ......."

Bai Yuchen shook his head seemingly calmly, signaling the two of them not to act rashly.

Mo Wenjun leaned over and glanced through the grass, at this time, he was being wrapped in a lead cover made of layers of vines, and the faint white light was an instantaneous change. In the cold wind, on the tree, the night is as vast as the sea, like the evil spirit of thousands of troops and horses, and the killing intent is obvious.

"Bai Yuchen, have you ever had someone who has to protect you desperately?"

The sky is clear and lonely, the sky is cloudy, Mo Wenjun inexplicably curled the corners of his mouth to look at Bai Yuchen, the light in his eyes is as crystal clear as the ice prism on the eaves of winter, and there is a little resoluteness that cannot be underestimated in that bohemian smile.

This look seemed to be a little familiar, and at the moment when Bai Yuchen was stunned, Mo Wenjun had already turned into a white shadow and rushed towards the cliff, and in the nine days of Haoyue, he raised the flute on his waist and went straight to the tree demon. When the white jade dust was dying, only a wisp of green silk floated between his hands.

"I have."