"I won't go back, I'm going to take advantage of these few days to train the team's cooperation. 【For more exciting visits】"

Master Mo is in retreat in order to prepare for the best state of the secret realm, and she must also be diligent.

The two talked for a while, and Luo Hengbo went to get busy.

Mo Ziqing slowly stood in from the main collapse.

There was a consciousness in his mind that kept calling him, "Your Highness...... Your Highness ......"

Intermittently, if there is nothing, I can't hear what is being said, only vaguely I can hear that it is calling him.

This was the voice of his attendant Mo Hua.

If it weren't for the voice calling him all the time, he wouldn't want to let go of the girl so quickly, hold it in his arms, soft, and occasionally eat a tofu or something, it feels good.

I sensed the star beads and found that the crosswave girl was already far away from the Ministry of Excellence.

He walked into his dormitory and opened the great formation in the hall.

Entered the retreat.

***

As soon as Mo Ziqing opened his eyes, his gaze was sharply fixed on Mo Hua.

Mo Hua held a cylindrical whistle and blew it at Mo Ziqing on the **, and the sound of the whistle was an extremely tearing stabbing sound, which was a kind of soul summoning technique.

The reason why Mo Ziqing could hear his voice below was because of this whistle-shaped treasure.

Soul summoning is extremely domineering, and it cannot be used during extraordinary periods, which may cause the consequences of injury to the soul.

Seeing Mo Ziqing wake up, Mo Hua quickly stopped his movements, gathered his body, stepped aside, and whispered, "Your Highness, are you awake?" Mo Hua didn't have a way, the Holy Lord said that there was something very important, so he called your ......"

Mo Ziqing moved his hands and feet, and got used to it a little before he got up from the ** and walked out of the door.

As soon as he pushed open the door, a handsome and majestic middle-aged man was already waiting for him at the door.

It is the father of Mo Ziqing, the lord of Qianmo City, Mo Yan.

As soon as he opened the door, he quickly walked in.

This door cannot be opened from the outside, only from the inside.

The heavy prohibition was for fear that people would hurt Mo Ziqing inside, and it was still the formation laid out by Mo Yan himself, and even he couldn't get in, so he could only wait for the people inside to open the door.

And this door can only be opened by Mo Ziqing, Mo Hua can't open it, if Mo Ziqing never wakes up, Mo Hua will never be able to get out of this hall.

"I've seen the Holy Lord." Mo Hua saluted the Holy Lord, retreated knowingly, and helped them cover the door.

As soon as Mo Hua went out, Mo Yan showed a little tiredness, "Qing'er, the matter is urgent, and I used the soul summoning technique to call you back, it didn't affect your situation in Xiaxuan, right?" ”

"Defenseless, you're physically injured?" With a slight impact, the girl who hugged the cross wave was hot, and she was forcibly called.

Mo Ziqing glanced at his father, and when his father was canonized, when the coercion on his body was not so weak, it seemed to be overwhelmed.

"There was a city where the number of qi dried up, the frost covered the city, the river flowed backwards, and all things stopped growing, and I went to get it for my father, and I lost some of it, and I came back after a month of recovery." Mo Yan still clutched his chest and coughed.

Mo Ziqing frowned, "Is it the exhaustion of luck and the advance again?" ”

"No, my father called you back to tell you about this, it's the Ji family who is making ghosts......"

"The Ji family? Taichu City Ji family? ”

Mo Yan rubbed his eyebrows, "The sacrificial courtyard has issued a sentence, saying that our Thousand Mo City will run out of qi, and the catastrophe is coming...... Taichu City started the idea of Qianmo City, and secretly moved the city that was bordering them, and rumors quickly spread that our Qianmo City was no longer good, causing panic among the people, and now the situation is a little not good. ”

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