This level of rigor was greatly unexpected by Mu Yunhan.

This also shows that the secret in Xiangshan is really big.

Mu Yunhan said softly: "Aren't you able to foresee something?" Can you foresee what the future holds? “

For example, the national fortunes of the Zhao State.

And these people, what will happen in the future?

Gu Fenglin was silent for a long time, and Fang said softly: "The future is unknown. “

The miracle of the ancestor is inherited from his generation, and some abilities are inevitably lost or weakened.

To foresee the future, we have to wait for the dream to come.

The so-called divine dream refers to a dream that foresees the future.

If you don't dream all the time, you won't foresee anything.

"In fact, there is a way for those with amazing talents to live a little longer, and that is to try not to let themselves dream. But no one, including me, resisted the temptation. “

Under the starlight, Gu Fenglin's face was cold and bland, the lines were cold and hard, and his eyes were as dark as an abyss.

"People who can't and don't want to go to the altar are not real Gu men. God and my talent, I'd rather burn the embers than survive. “

He looked at Mu Yunhan and smiled faintly: "Hanhan, you must know that I am not as good as you think." I am not a pure-hearted person. “

He had only used that method before he found her and met her, and after meeting her, he could no longer control his greed.

Mu Yunhan was silent for a long time and held his hand: "I'm not that good, I also have hatred in my heart, let's kill it together, okay?" “

Gu Fenglin said slowly: "Okay." “

He took her with him and went all the way to the depths of the Elephant Mountain.

As they left, a figure cautiously moved out from behind the bushes, staring blankly ahead.

Starlight fell, illuminating his handsome face.

Meng Jia stared at the reckless Elephant Mountain and scolded softly: "! Gu Yin, this little white face, can actually speak? “

A gust of fishy wind hit behind him, and he subconsciously shrank his head and bent over, trying to roll on the spot and escape, but was accurately pressed by a pair of claws on his shoulder.

The heavy body of the dog was pressed down, and the wet breath was close at hand, as if the next moment, the neck would be bitten off.

Meng Jia gritted his teeth, quickly took out a dagger, and wanted to stab with his backhand.

The freshman did not lower his mouth, but gently arched his neck, stepped on him, and looked down on him.

Mongar couldn't tell what the dog meant, but he couldn't do anything if he stabbed it twice.

So he bluffed and whispered: "What are you doing, get up!" Otherwise, the master is not easy to bully, winter is coming, and the master just peeled your dog skin to make a robe. “

The freshman arched his hand holding the dagger, his moist eyes staring at him.

"Hmph, put it away, I don't know where it came from, it's as cunning as your master."

Meng Jia put away the dagger and raised his hands: "It's okay, right?" “

Only then did the freshman let go of him, stood beside him, and quietly looked ahead.

Meng Jia turned over and sat up, hugged the newborn's neck affectionately, and rubbed its dog head vigorously: "I said, why don't the dog's legs bite the master?" “

The freshman let out a low growl menacingly, indicating a quick release.

Meng Jiaman didn't care, and rubbed it even harder: "Just rub you and rub you, otherwise if you bite me, the master will bite you too!" “

Freshman: "......"

Meng Jia was suddenly sad: "Do you also think I'm stupid?" “