"Master, Fang Jiaming rescued Wei Rulan and activated the nearby formation, we have to go out immediately!" Xiaobei ran over, covered his chest, and before he could take a breath, he hurriedly reported the situation to Xiao Mochen.

Xiao Mochen was shocked, the formation in this forest was set up according to the Qimen Dunjia technique, and it was very tricky.

The formation will change with the time, and a new formation will be derived at any time, there are twelve hours a day, and twelve different formations will evolve in this forest, if you can't find the law of the change of the formation, I'm afraid that you will be trapped in it for a lifetime.

"Hurry up and notify our people and get out as quickly as possible!"

"Yes!"

For the first time, Xiao Mochen was so flustered in his heart, he lost an inch in a short time, and ordered Xiaobei to evacuate the people and horses, turned around suddenly, and trotted away in the direction of Lige.

When I got closer, I found that Lige was tired in his eyes, and he fell asleep against the trunk with his small red mouth slightly open.

You little fool, you're tired.

Xiao Mochen squatted down, touched her forehead distressedly, and then picked her up by the waist, followed the route he had marked when he came, and strode away.

"Hmm~" The body suddenly jolted, and Lige opened her eyelids with difficulty, the tight jaw above her eyes was her familiar line, and she continued to hug his neck, stuck to his arms, and fell asleep peacefully.

Suddenly, the fierce whistling sound, like a ghost crying wolf's howl, was particularly harsh, and Lige opened his eyes violently, and was awakened by the start, and he woke up with nothing.

It was clearly the afternoon when the sun was high, but she didn't feel half of the warmth, and then the cold wind wrapped in the sand and gravel and whirred towards them.

Her eyes couldn't be opened anymore, Lige hugged Xiao Mochen tightly in a panic, and just as she wanted to speak, she ate a mouthful of dust, and the wind suddenly poured dust into her throat, making her cough violently.

Seeing this, Xiao Mochen quickly turned around, blocked the dust and stone that seemed to be out of control with his back, and hurriedly put down Lige, clasped her shoulder with one hand, patted her back with the other, and asked eagerly: "Ge'er, is it hurt?"

The dust was dry and astringent, stuck in the throat, as if it had been crawled by ants, it was so uncomfortable that it took several saliva swallows before leaving the song to swallow the dust stuck to the throat.

"Xiao Mochen, what's going on? Why did the sky change all of a sudden? Li Ge looked around blankly, the wind suddenly rose, the black clouds covered the day, and suddenly from day to night, and there was darkness in his sight, filled with a suffocating aura of slaughter.

Gradually, the black swallowed up all the light, and she was so close to Xiao Mochen that she couldn't even see his facial features clearly, and only the bleak wind passed through the forest in her ears, making a beast-like wail.

"Xiao Mochen, I'm afraid." Lige, who lost his light, instantly lost his sense of security, his little hands tightly wrapped around Xiao Mochen's waist, his face was close to his chest, and he wanted to become a villain and hide in his arms.

There was a foul smell in the cold air, it was blood.

There was murderous aura all over his body, but he fell into the darkness again, and Xiao Mochen also felt a sense of crisis. He simply closed his eyes and felt the changes around him with his heart, and what his eyes saw might be a distraction.

It's just that, before that, he first calmed the frightened woman in his arms.

"Don't be afraid, Ge'er, what you see with your eyes is an illusion. Close your eyes obediently, don't think about anything, everything is with me. Xiao Mochen lowered his head and whispered in her ear, and by the way, he told her about the formation in a few words.

After knowing the cause of the anomaly, Lige gradually eased up and asked, "Is there a way to solve the formation?"

"You can try, but you have to wait for another hour, wait for the next formation to start, and it will be dawn, at this moment, you can't see the direction clearly, and it will be bad for us to break the formation rashly."

In fact, Xiao Mochen didn't have any bottom in her heart, and the above remarks were just to make her feel at ease.

The people who set up the formation on this land at the beginning, with mysterious identities, were born almost out of thin air, and after arranging the forest into a chaotic labyrinth with extremely exquisite formations, they disappeared out of thin air. No one knew where he came from, didn't know why he had set up a formation here, and didn't know where the Fang family got the secret book for dissolving the formation and arranging the formation.

In short, this forest is extremely weird, and the Fang family is not simple.

"Xiao Mochen, it's going to take another hour, it's so sad." Xiao Mochen's words seemed to have a demonic nature, and as soon as he finished speaking, he was no longer afraid in his heart. It's just that in the dark, time is always extremely difficult, even if there is him by his side at the moment.

Although he couldn't see his five fingers at the moment, Xiao Mochen still accurately held Lige's earlobe, the wind was gusting, her earlobe was a little cold, delicate and delicate, and the touch was like a thousand-year-old white jade.

"Well, it's a bit difficult, what does Ge'er want to do? I can cooperate with you. Xiao Mochen lowered her head, and when she spoke, her lips swept slightly over Lige's ears, and the warm breath sprayed on her face and neck.

The neck was instantly numb, and Lige involuntarily tiptoed his shoulders to hide, and many pictures of inappropriate children and nosebleeds suddenly flashed in his mind.

What does she want to do? She thought—

She doesn't do anything.

In the dark, Lige pouted, feeling remorseful. shouldn't have secretly looked at so many colored books, so that her thoughts are not pure now, if Xiao Mochen knows, she covets his body in her mind, and wants to throw him to the ground every minute, it will be terrible.

"I didn't! I'm not! I don't want to do anything. The sudden three consecutive denials of the song made Xiao Mochen chuckle.

"Ge'er, you don't study well at a young age, what do you have in your little head all day long?"

"Pretending to be you!"

Lige was weak-hearted, and hurriedly answered, in order to divert attention, she continued: "Xiao Mochen, can I sing to you?"

"Okay."

The cold wind continued to wail, looking extremely gloomy and terrifying, swallowed by the darkness of the two, deaf to it, embracing each other, melodious and tactful singing accompanied by the yin wind, leisurely rising.

Outside the forest, the sunset dyed the sky a strange red, and the leaves fluttered in the wind, revealing a murderous atmosphere.

"Are you really going to put them to death?" The person who spoke was Wei Rulan, she was dressed in red, bright red as blood, her eyes were not wavering, and she stared at the forest calmly.

"What? Do you have compassion? When did you change your temperament, why didn't my son know, I always thought that you were hard-hearted and murderous. ”

The man next to Wei Rulan, with a pair of narrow triangular eyes, a straight nose, and well-defined lips, was staring at Wei Rulan with a sarcastic smile on his lips at this moment.

"Jiaming, the little mute is still inside." Wei Rulan stared deep ahead, and said melodiously.

"So what? He has long been a useless person, and I don't know why Luo He insisted on holding on to him, and he died clean. ”

Fang Jiaming flicked his sleeves, snorted coldly, turned his feet and left.

A trace of sadness flashed in Wei Rulan's eyes, sighed lightly, turned around, and kept up with Fang Jiaming's pace.

"I'm afraid your matter has been exposed."

"How's that going? Who dares to touch this son? With that precarious King Chen? Or is there a brave and unscrupulous king of faith? In this world, the real surname is not necessarily Xiao, there is a queen mother, even Emperor Xuan and this son are fearless! "Fang Jiaming is used to being pampered, even if he is doing the act of betraying the country to seek glory, he still looks like he should be and cannot be immortalized.

The corners of Wei Rulan's mouth were slightly raised, her face was full of sarcasm, and she left with him with her thoughts.

The afterglow of the sunset was still a little bright, and not long after Wei Rulan and his party left, there was a slender figure covering the position they had just stood on, and they did not leave for a long time.