On the path at the foot of the mountain, rainwater accumulated.

The ground is fairly flat, apparently no one has moved in a long time.

"It's the path." Mo said a word, jumped lightly, jumped over a two-foot-long puddle, and then said, "It's also a shortcut." ”

With an "oh" sound, he walked directly from the edge of the puddle, one foot deep and one foot shallow, walking like an ordinary person, without expending any physical strength.

"Why don't you jump here?" Stranger really noticed, she simply stood in place again, looking back at Liluo in confusion, "Haven't you already built a foundation?" "The one who built the foundation can fly all the way over, so why step on a puddle?

Liluo smiled softly.

"It's not easy to come in, I want to pick up the local qi of Yin Yang Valley." As he spoke, he explained yearningly, and asked, "People outside say that even wild dogs and wild boars in Chengtian Mountain are spirit beasts, which should be related to the aura of heaven and earth here, right?" ”

Mo let out a "poof" and laughed out loud.

Liluo had already walked to her side, the moon-white embroidered shoes were covered with mud, and even the light cyan skirt was a little dirty, wet against the calves and ankles, and there was no elegance in a girl's dress.

She couldn't help but frown.

"Nope." Mo said in a somewhat unhappy tone, "The people outside are talking nonsense, what do they know?" Then he said, "Go away, and talk no more." ”

After saying this, his eyes darkened.

Liluo sighed secretly in his heart.

Although it rains occasionally, it will never rain like now, for several days in a row, and the lewd rain continues, making people depressed and impetuous.

Now this rain is obviously only possible after the death of the Yuan Sheng.

In the past, every time the Yuan Sheng died, the Yin Yang Valley would rain for seven days, and then every seven days, until the end of the seven days, there would be a time when the clouds disappeared.

It's no wonder that I am not happy when I see the water on the ground.

In the end, she is so sad for herself.

Liluo bit his lip.

Mo will not betray her, this confidence is still there, she wants to tell Mo the truth, but in this way, Mo will definitely run to Liyangzhuang every day - no, Mo will live directly in Liyangzhuang and not leave.

Doesn't that tell the whole world that the Yuan Sage of the Lishi clan is not dead?

What are the next steps for those who are plotting behind the scenes?

Liluo sighed quietly.

She looked at the back of Mo Li, who had lost her energy because of sadness, pursed the corners of her lower lip with some guilt, and then still kept her head down, carefully avoiding the waterlogged potholes.

Soon, when they finally rounded the foot of the mountain, Mo suddenly stood still and did not move.

She looked at the ground first.

Then look up at the sky.

Then he stretched out a hand, spread out his palm, took it on the left and picked it up on the right, but he didn't receive anything.

The detached heart trembled.

The rain has stopped!

Because of her appearance, the aura in the valley may have sensed the existence of the spirit, and the rain that had been falling for several days actually stopped when it was stopped.

Liluo was a little nervous.

She was a little excited, she suddenly turned her head, her eyes were shining and she looked at Liluo, the corners of her mouth rose more and more, and her smile bloomed widely.

The palms of the hands that have fallen are already sweaty.

"Mourning Hall!"

As a result, Mo Xiao just whispered.

The tone was jubilant.

Mourning Hall?

Liluo was stunned for a moment, until Mo pulled her and ran happily all the way to the mourning hall, Liluo's heart, which was still worried, suddenly let go.