Zhou Mo was in a trance, and when he stepped down, he knew that he was standing on the earth again. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Before his eyes were opened, the extremely dense Divine Dawn Light Energy filled Zhou Mo's entire perception.

The energy of the holy light source here is so rich that it has reached the point where it does not need to be accepted by people on their own, and it frantically pours into the body.

In this environment, if there is a creature to survive, it is born to be the seed of cultivating the Holy Light, and if there is a lucky person, it is born as the body of the Holy Light, and Zhou Mo does not feel strange.

The water source energy was all converged by Zhou Mo, his eyebrows and thoughts turned, and in the ocean of Zhou Mo's life, endless holy light experienced light clusters.

In an instant, Zhou Mo re-sensed the source of the holy light in the Source Energy World.

"It seems that what I expected is not bad, and the plane is just a small world that depends on the main world. ”

The mind was slightly induced, and in the source of the holy light, the pure holy light of the source energy state level was introduced into Zhou Mo's body.

A little holy light illuminated in Zhou Mo's body, and the White Tiger Light Plane, which was originally faintly rejected by Zhou Mo because of the vast water source energy in his body, instantly became warm and kind.

"Ahh

With a long sigh of relief, the comfortable feeling of being wrapped in amniotic fluid as if returning to the mother's body made Zhou Mo couldn't help but admire.

The holy light source energy from the outside world, hooking up the holy light in Zhou Mo's body, instantly poured into Zhou Mo's body, like countless slender warm water, cleaning Zhou Mo's body like glass.

When he opened his eyes, the scenery in the Tiger Plane caught Zhou Mo's eyes for the first time.

A round of Hao sun hangs high, the crisp mountains, the neat acres, the curling smoke, the breeze is slow, blowing on the surface, mixed with a little smell of farmhouse rice.

Zhou Mo snorted, and then a trace of doubt appeared on his face, his figure shook slightly, as if he had merged into the light, and the next moment, he appeared in the sky.

Looking down from above.

Zhou Mo was surprised to find that with his height and vision at this time, there was not any city within a radius of thousands of miles, and there were all large and small villages, surrounded by mountains and forests, distributed on a flat area.

Zhou Mo landed again, thought about it, and walked towards the nearest village.

The house is not big, but the yard is big, and the courtyard is verdant, with small vegetables and melons and fruits, and even a few fruit trees.

Before entering the courtyard, Zhou Mo heard the sound of speech in the house, the language was the same as the common language of the mainland, and the accent was more neutral.

"The old family's food has been delivered, the second family has also been sent, the fourth and fifth families are still collecting, and their daughter-in-law said that they will send it to us after the harvest. It was an old woman who spoke.

"Old woman, don't you nag, I don't know your little thoughts? The old man is going to give birth to the third, the second is also full moon, the fourth and fifth have just had women, and when they are officially tired of being in the house, don't you just want to say that you will return the grain to them?" This was the old man's voice.

"Old man, we can't eat all our own food, and we haven't reached the time when we can't work, they are young, they have a big appetite, they have a lot of people, and their sons are older, so it's okay to eat less, but the grandson and the new daughter-in-law can't be hungry. The old woman chattered.

"Also, the grandchildren can't go hungry, and the daughters-in-law are hungry and the in-laws don't look good, so let them bring food during the day and bring it back at night, and the old rules can't be broken. The old man was sober-minded, and thought he had a good idea, and there was a bit of smugness in his words.

"You old man, if you don't toss your sons, you won't stop, right, transport it back and forth, don't you think there is not enough work in the field, aren't your sons tired?"

"No, I still have to do it, how can my old Maku's son not send food to Lao Tzu? What do the people in the village think of my old Maku?"

But with Zhou Mo's ears, he heard that it seemed that the old man slapped the table and knocked over the plates, and when the old woman packed up the dishes and went to the kitchen, she muttered:

"Dead old man, pity my son!"

Shaking his head, Zhou Mo walked into the courtyard, which had a wooden courtyard wall, but there was no courtyard gate, just a wall on the sunny side.

"Anyone? Strangers, begging for water!"

The conversation between the old couple in the house stopped, and after a while, a young man wearing a cloth coat and a figure could still be vaguely seen walking out.

The head of this cell was full of gray hair, but a pair of eyes were extremely sharp, Zhou Mo glanced at the old man's right hand, and saw that his fingertips were calloused, obviously a veteran with a bow when he was young.

"This old man, a foreigner, begging for saliva to drink!" Zhou Mo's request was obviously not excessive, passing by to beg for saliva.

The old man didn't answer, but just looked Zhou Mo up and down with interest, especially on Zhou Mo's complexion and hair, and eyes.

Then the old man shouted:

"Old woman, come out and see the weirdo!"

Zhou Mo couldn't help but roll his eyes at the sky, who did he meet today, and he expected countless situations, but this kind of scene of being called his wife out to see, Zhou Mo really didn't expect it.

The old woman is also extremely stout, and there is a little golden in the white hair, judging from the eyebrows and eyes, this old woman was also a beauty when she was young, and when she went out of the room, she saw that Zhou Mo was a young man, and the clothes were quite gorgeous, which was material she had never seen before.

"Old man, don't you speak!"

The old man nodded and said:

"Talking, not a brute, a human!"

The old woman was bold, strode in front of Zhou Mo, twisted Zhou Mo's foot with her hand, the smoothness of the silk made the old woman extremely curious, and then spit between her fingers, twisted Zhou Mo's hair, and then looked at her fingers, and found that it had not faded, and turned back to the old man with a novel face:

"It's really black, not dyed!"

Zhou Mo helplessly let the old woman fiddle with him, but said weakly:

"Old man, I was born like this, I didn't dye it, I passed by here, I want to beg for saliva to drink, if the two old people have a good heart, can you sell me some dry food, I am grateful!"

At this time, when she heard the words, the old woman who had a kind smile suddenly became serious, and there was a faint holy light on her forehead, and said:

"The God of Light teaches us that we must be merciful and merciful, and that we must not covet possessions!"

Then he said to Zhou Mo:

"You young man, it's not easy to go far away, what to sell or not, Maku's family is not short of food, you just eat!"