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"Miss, this palace was built by the sect master for you and your brother ten years ago, called the Double Dust Palace, just waiting for you and your brother to return." Ah Zi said respectfully.

Double dust, Yin Wushuang, Yin no dust.

"Yes, this palace has finally waited for its owner!" Ah Lan nodded his head like a chicken pecking rice.

Under the leadership of the two maids, Yin Wushuang walked around the palace.

The palace is not very large, but it is "complete", and the decorations are extremely precious and rare.

Even the ones used to illuminate are the best night pearls.

[It seems that Yin Cheng is indeed very good to the master, and even the main hall is not so luxurious. Ink dyeing song sighed.

A hint of caution appeared in Mo Baobao's purple eyes: [Don't be a poison wrapped in honey. 】

Mo Baobao's words reached Yin Wushuang's heart.

The old lady who was locked behind the mountain not only asked her to go to Elder Xu, but also said the most critical words:

- Your parents are still alive.

Since she is the eldest lady of Daozong who has been missing for ten years, her parents should still be alive.

But Yin Cheng said that her parents were dead.

Between the old lady and Yin Cheng, there is a person who is lying.

Who could it be?

Yin Wushuang's phoenix eyes were full of coldness.

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Late at night, Yin Wushuang's divine sense entered the Purple Phoenix Ancient Ring and came to the second layer of the Purple Phoenix Ancient Ring.

In the endless grassland, there is a small courtyard.

Yin Wushuang approached the courtyard, and Mo Baobao and Mo Dye Ge were cultivating cross-legged in their respective rows.

Since opening the third layer of the Purple Phoenix Ancient Ring, Baby Mo's body has also grown, and the current Ink Dye Song is different from the three-year-old boy.

In the world, Mo Baobao also has the standard height of a high school student, silver hair and streamers, and a pair of purple pupils.

Looking at Mo Baobao's silver hair, Yin Wushuang's consciousness flashed slightly, and he thought of the evil of the king again.

She was used to having him by her side, to his temperature, his chest, his ...... Pampering.

"Master, why do you think about spring?" Mo Dye Ge leaned over and whispered, "Is it because you want to be a big guy?" ”

"Ink baby, close the ink dyeing song for an hour!" Yin Wushuang's pretty face collapsed, Si-Chun? It's clearly missing!

"Okay!" Mo Baobao smiled evilly, snapped his fingers, and Mo Dye Song was sadly imprisoned in the first layer of the Purple Phoenix Ancient Ring.

The spiritual power of the first layer is more intense and more suitable for cultivation.

"Where did the brocade-haired treasure hunt rat go?" Yin Wushuang asked, during this time, she had not entered the Purple Phoenix Ancient Ring to cultivate.

At the mention of the little white mouse, Mo Baobao looked helpless: "It seems to be angry, because it didn't get the core shackles, and it doesn't know where to hide." ”

According to historical records, for the treasure hunting rat family, finding a treasure and not being able to bring it back is like stripping a piece of meat, not to mention how distressed it is.

"Release it tomorrow and let it find it on its own, and see if there is any treasure that can be retrieved." Yin Wushuang said so, and saw a brocade-haired treasure hunting mouse coming out of the corner, crawling from Yin Wushuang's trouser leg to Yin Wushuang's shoulder, "squeaking" non-stop.

It seems to be agreeing, and it seems to be accusing Yin Wushuang of tyrannical destruction of heavenly things, and not taking back the core shackles that he has worked so hard to find for treasure.

Yin Wushuang frowned, grabbed the brocade-haired treasure hunting mouse, threw it on the soft grass, and cultivated cross-legged.

The disgusted brocade-haired treasure hunting rat was weak, lying on the grass, and the two rats looked up at the sky as if they had accumulated tears.

It is also a family of treasure hunting rats that write two stars and read as "nine stars".

The masters that other tribesmen met were like offering to the gods, but it was discarded like this, and there was no hope for the rats!

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