But the chaos didn't last long, and Mojiu regained his former composure.

Although it is incredible, there is an answer in my heart, and there is always a sign that she is now taking someone else's body.

To put it simply, she has crossed over, and she is still soul piercing.

Recognizing the fact that he had crossed over, Mo Jiu frowned slightly.

It was only a moment to frown, and the corners of Mo Jiu's mouth actually hooked a smile.

Moku, who had died at the hands of his companions, was now reborn in this way.

What's more, her personal space also crossed with her, with her portable space, coupled with her ability, even in a strange world, I believe she can live a prosperous life.

From the style of the robe and the chest wrap worn by the original owner, it is not difficult to guess that she is dressing as a woman, and the robe is obviously an ancient style, although I don't know which dynasty she is in, but it should be in ancient times.

Mo Jiu knew this, and once again lay down and closed his eyes. She has just undergone surgery, her body has not fully recovered, and what she needs most now is rest.

Not long after Mo Jiu lay down, he heard a faint moan coming from outside the tent.

Mo Jiu opened his eyes suddenly, and it seemed that there were still living people in this pile of dead people.

If there is a living person, the information of the world can be derived from that person's mouth. Thinking of this, Mo Jiu got up and walked out of the tent with difficulty.

Looking around, there was a touch of purple in the pile of dead people not far away, it was a bright purple.

Mojiu had an excellent memory, and was certain that she had never seen such a bright purple color before she entered the tent.

Mo Jiu quickly approached the purple, only to realize that the purple was a man's robe. The man's black hair was messily draped and his face could not be seen clearly, his purple robe had been stained red with blood, and the man was motionless.

Mo Jiu leaned down and snorted, although the faint snort was intermittent, he was clearly breathing.

Mo Jiu struggled to drag the man towards the tent, as long as he didn't delay too long, he should still be able to save him.

She also had injuries on her body, although the weight of the person she was dragging was not heavy, but after all, she was a man, and she was still tired and sweating when she dragged him to the tent at a distance of more than ten zhang.

After dragging him to the tent and lying him down, he sat down and just took a breath, when he saw something shining slightly beside the man.

What is it?

Mo Jiu reached out and picked up the thing, and when he looked closely, it turned out to be a wrench.

The pure black wrench reflected the light slightly in the sun, and it was as warm as jade to the touch, but I couldn't tell what material it was made of.

But what was certain was that she had never seen this wrench before, and that it should have fallen from an unconscious man.

To confirm her suspicions, she tried to put the wrench back on the man's hand, but his fingers were too delicate to fit on either finger.

Doesn't the wrench belong to this person?

When Mo Jiu's inquiring gaze swept over the face of the man who was dragged back, he couldn't help but be stunned.

After the man was placed on his back by her, the long hair that covered his face slipped to the side, revealing his face that was originally covered by hair.

It was a teenager of about fifteen or sixteen years old.

The young man's closed eyes are thick and long, the eyelashes are like fans, the long eyebrows are in the sideburns, and the bridge of the nose is straight, but the thin lips with beautiful lips are white due to excessive blood loss.

I don't know if it's because of too much blood loss or because his complexion is too fair, the young man's still somewhat immature face is like a fine warm white jade finely carved, obviously a dying person but incredibly beautiful, or just closed eyes are so beautiful that people can't take their eyes off it.