"Where?"

Mo Qiu grabbed him excitedly and asked.

Qian Yan was also very excited, he knocked off Mo Qiu's hand, ran two steps to the southeast, and struggled to break through the messy grass more than three feet high. Mo Qiu followed behind without hesitation, eager to pounce on the grass to see.

There was no figure in the grass.

Yu Shuiyu's face turned cold at that time.

She has some things she wants to say, such as "greedy for life and afraid of death", but when she thinks that each other is the identity of the young master, she feels that it is better not to say these words, although she does not want to see a thousand deaths, but she has to save him a complete face.

Yu Shuiyu frowned and kept silent.

Fu Zimo narrowed his eyes, as if he was looking at something new, and looked at Qianyan several times. Seeing Mo Qiu's face pale, and Qian Yan looked embarrassed and innocent, Fu Zimo lowered his eyebrows and thought for a moment, and then slowly walked forward.

"There are indeed people here."

Fu Zimo said, pointing to a few branches of artemisia grass that had been trampled on at the roots.

Then, he turned around and faced Mo Qiu: "This shouldn't be the traces left by Young Master Mo and Young Master Mo Qiu who were greedy for fun before, right?" As he spoke, he squatted down and gently rubbed his fingers at the severed spot.

"Just broken."

Fu Zimo said lightly, raising his finger to show everyone.

Although the forest was dim, it was already dawn outside, and it was convenient to see at this time, so the two people who were close to each other saw the fresh artemisia grass juice on Fu Zimo's fingers.

Mo Qiu's heart immediately beat wildly.

"Are you sure you read it?" He once again pulled Qian Yan excitedly.

Thousands of people suddenly felt wronged.

The conscience of heaven and earth, he really saw a figure just now, or an apricot-colored mourning costume. In the Yin Yang Valley, only the eldest lady of the Mo family likes apricot-colored clothes, because she thinks that the earth color is too delicate, not to mention wearing filial piety.

Who knew that there was no one coming, but he seemed to be startled, as if he was greedy for life and afraid of death, and wanted to lead people to the south.

"Apricot clothes, mourning."

Qianyan said truthfully.

Mo Qiu immediately decided that it was Mo: "Yes, it must be her!" She's here, why should she hide from us? Could it be that she is still enchanted by the tower shadow and doesn't know me anymore? ”

"Whether it's Tower Shadow or not, Miss Mo must be controlled." Fu Zimo spoke again, "Otherwise, to say something disrespectful, with Miss Mo's cultivation, I'm afraid it will be impossible to disappear in front of a few of us in an instant, right?" ”

The implication is that someone took Mo away.

Mo Qiu gritted his teeth and clenched his fists.

He was very disgusted with Fu Zimo's wolf, but just now Fu Zimo was reasonable, everything was clear, even if Mo Qiu was prejudiced, he couldn't ignore Fu Zimo's words.

After hesitating for a moment, Mo Qiu immediately decided:

"I'm sorry everyone, come with me, and continue to look southeast!"

……

On the swamp, the shadows crumbled.

When he was born from the widowhood, the black shadow fled away in fright like a frightened bird.

After roaring, the widower turned his head awkwardly and looked at the man on the shore.

A rare smile appeared on his face, and a pair of blood-red eyes faintly revealed a faint hint of excitement.

This is just the place where he used to live, an ordinary fish, originally stupid, just because it was contaminated with a trace of his aura, and at the same time it was not infected by the aura, and he arrived at the realm of refining without cultivation, and naturally transformed into this terrifying appearance in front of him.

This name was taken by the widow himself.