Ji Moya hugged her in his arms, and his soft body was pressed against his chest, and a strange electric current came from it.

This abrasive little thing!

At this moment, suddenly Yu Yi and Mo Si also noticed that something was wrong, "Young Master, we are surrounded by a swarm of ants. ”

"Young master, this ball is spinning rapidly...... Not good, there are traps! ”

……

As soon as the words fell, the whole place where they were collapsed.

It's no wonder that here, the mark of Mo Wu has been lost, and it is possible that Mo Wu has fallen here.

The scope of this trap was so large and deep enough that the feathered guards all fell out of sight at once.

Ji Moya and Phantom Tilt Yan fell straight down together, and he sandwiched Illusory Tilt Yan under his armpit with one hand, "Xiao Yan, don't be afraid." ”

A hand of the pen is sharp, shining with light, like a hard dagger.

Jimoya used it and swished upwards......

Phantom Tilt Yan is a confused and daring, not only is she not afraid, but she also thinks that Jimoya is playing an exciting game with her, and she giggles......

Suddenly, Ji Moya felt the weight of the illusion under his armpit suddenly increase, and he was defenseless for a moment, and was pulled down several meters.

He looked down, only to see that Phantom Tilt Yan somehow grabbed the chain of the ball, and the ball was spinning rapidly, and this heavy force came from it.

"Uncle, Qiuqiu wanted to run, but I caught it." The voice of the illusion of the treasure.

Ji Moya saw the high-speed spinning ball, and suddenly, he gave up the idea of jumping up, and simply descended with the ball to see what the situation was.

He vaguely felt that there was a powerful formation here, and it would take a lot of trouble to break it, and this ball might be a shortcut.

So, he hugged Phantom and flipped her body up, and he was underneath him, falling with the ball......

The Nangong family.

Nangong Beichen was detained in the mountain behind the family and confined in confinement.

Just two days after he was locked up, someone came to see him.

This is a shriveled and thin old man, who has already entered the age of dying, and his cultivation is only a mystic spirit master.

It was Nangong Ming, the patriarch of the Nangong family.

"Beichen, have you realized your mistake?" There was a hint of helplessness in the majesty of his voice.

"Got it! Deeply recognized! ”

Nangong Beichen nodded again and again, planning to fool the old patriarch first and let himself out.

"Old patriarch, let me out! I have a recent assessment to prepare for the Canglang Academy, and I have to go back to the Academy Palace to review......"

Nangong Ming shook his head and sighed, "Bei Chen, you are the highest person in our Nangong family, why are you always so sloppy and misbehaved, alas! ”

Nangong Beichen looked innocent, "With a natural character, I can't help it!" Old patriarch, I just like beauty, I like freshness, I can't sink down, don't expect too much from me, treat me as a good seedling to cultivate! Maybe one day when I see a beauty, I run away with her and live up to your heart. ”

These words made Nangong Ming angry!

The old patriarch scolded, "Xiao Chen! It's time for your personality to change, too. Are you still angry that when you were a child, your mother hanged herself? Your father is just a concubine, and your mother can't think about it herself, how can you blame your father? ”

Nangong Beichen looked indifferent, "I don't blame my father, take a beautiful concubine, men like beauties, I inherited and carried forward my father's excellent habits, I love beauties, the more the better, in the future, Xiao Chen will bring ten or eight big beauties back, give the old patriarch a palm, give my father a look, then Lin Feifei will forget it, it's too ugly, not worthy of my ......"