"I said, your spiritual power really doesn't have a sound?"

The voice of the thousand mourners was clearly heard in Liluo's ears.

Liluo couldn't help but look at Ji Jiufang and found that the other party had a serious face.

On the other side of the piccolo, the thousand deaths continued to chatter.

"I didn't hear it even before I heard you call me, which startled me a lot. I told you, don't look for me if it's okay, suddenly my voice is too terrible. ”

"But your fire-based spiritual power is strange enough, one moment it is dumb, and the next it is loud, as if something is cracking. I tried it on my Dan Master before, and he is also a fire-based spiritual power, but the crackling sound that the furnace fire will emit is completely different from yours. ”

"Oh yes, I almost forgot to ask: you just called me, what's the matter?"

Piccolo is quiet again.

Liluo laughed speechlessly.

Five Continents.

The Five Parties.

If the strangeness of the Middle Continent is a scourge, then the Thousand Deaths of the Western Continent is a living wonder.

"Can you still hear?"

was slandering, and suddenly heard Ji Jiufang ask.

Liluo was shocked.

Yes, she almost forgot that through this piccolo with spiritual power from Ji Jiufang, she could still hear the voice.

Moreover, just now, she heard Yu Shui Yu calling out to Mo Feng again. Youshui Yu asked about the situation of the first team in the north, and explained that the three people in the south had not found any traces of Ta Ying and Mo Li.

"Can ......" Liluo began to get nervous, "Moreover, Yu Shui Yu just called Mo Feng, and I can hear it clearly." ”

Ji Jiufang's face was obviously gloomy.

He finally realized clearly that although he wanted to drag Liluo to die together, and wanted to use all things to bury him, the real anger came from the word "Mo Feng", every time she mentioned it, every time Mo Feng used spiritual power, he would be a little more angry.

"Don't mention him!"

He warned sensibly and objectively, and his voice was slightly hoarse because he was suppressed.

It seems to be charming, it seems to be sad.

Liluo's heart was so inexplicably pinched, and then, even she couldn't tell why she agreed so happily: "Okay." He didn't even suspect Ji Jiufang's motives, and directly decided that it was Mo Feng who he didn't let him mention.

After saying the word "good", Liluo waited for a while before Ji Jiufang's face eased.

He swapped their piccolos back.

"I can't hear you." He said, looking at the "ownerless" piccolo in Liluo's hand, "It should still be your problem, such as you have ignored all taboos in the Yin Yang Valley, or what does this thing have to do with you." ”

Liluo nodded slightly.

When comparing the two possibilities, she preferred the former, as it wouldn't complicate things......

has his own cause of death to investigate, his uncle's whereabouts to find, and Master Yanhuang to heal, plus Ji Jiufang was born a demon, but his demonic nature can be completely suppressed by his own blood......

With so many things to do and check, she's tired enough.

Don't have any weird people or things, and her, or Lian'er, and Lingling, and then have anything to do with it!!

"Well, you have the right to know what they're thinking anyway." Ji Jiufang suddenly curled his lips sarcastically, "Just to see if that Fu Zimo will betray again in private." ”

Liluo blinked.

She looked at Ji Jiufang, and suddenly had a question in her heart, about one thing, she cooperated without hesitation, but now she feels strange-

Why is Ji Jiufang so taboo about Mo Feng?