The life in the number, Luo Xiaohu thinks it's pretty good, don't talk about it, although it's not as good as his own home, but here is the number, and he will be content if he can have this condition. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The food is also very good, not the delicacies of the mountains and the sea, but there are fish and meat in the meal, and the food is delicious and clean.

Except for the duel two weeks later, and from time to time this group of spirits and sick friends quarreled because of the city lord's wife, everything else made Luo Xiaohu very satisfied. Even the wardens and jailers are not as much as they have seen on TV, and they are like the salesmen of state-run shopping malls in Luo Xiaohu's memory, and they ignore people.

After a few days, Luo Xiaohu became accustomed to the voices of these people, and now he is holding on to the railing, listening to these people quarreling with relish, if he was outside, Luo Xiaohu would not have done this, but here is the number, how to say that this is also entertainment.

Luo Xiaohu didn't want to miss these moments of happiness every day, and only at this time did Luo Xiaohu feel that his EQ and IQ were crushing these two people who were carried away by women.

"Hey, hey!"

Luo Xiaohu was listening with relish, when he heard an old voice coming, the voice felt like he was about to lose his breath, at first glance, it seemed that it was unknown whether this person could say a complete sentence.

Turning his head, Luo Xiaohu saw a head sticking out from the room next to him, so he said in surprise: "Damn! There is actually someone here! You can actually stick your head out!"

This person is very thin, and his whole face is according to Uncle Benshan's words, that is, the face of the shoe pickle is long. The only thing that surprised Luo Xiaohu was that this person's beard was very long, and it hung down to the ground with the head that came out of his body, which was longer than a woman's hair.

"I was meditating a few days ago, hello new boy!" The old man twisted his body here, and directly got out of the railing, and stood in the middle of the aisle with Luo Xiaohu's stunned expression, looking at Luo Xiaohu through the railing.

"Holy!"

Luo Xiaohu couldn't think of any way to express his feelings at the moment!

"You can come out!"

"Of course, it's not just me, if they call the warden, they can naturally go out if they ask to go out, we all came in voluntarily, and no one forced us" The lean old man said to Luo Xiaohu.

"Holy!"

Luo Xiaohu felt that if he continued like this, he would collapse, and he was forcibly detained alone in this room, and everyone else came and left as soon as he wanted?

Looking around, Luo Xiaohu walked to the door, picked up the big lock on his door and muttered: "Is this an illusion, there is no lock at all, in fact, this is a small business hotel?!".

This sentence Luo Xiaohu spoke in Chinese, and it was impossible for the old man standing outside to understand.

When the old man heard this, this was a language he had never heard before, and immediately as if a candle had been lit, the whole person lit up, grabbed the railing, stared at Luo Xiaohu deadly, and then looked at Luo Xiaohu back and forth with the eyes of a child entering the zoo to see the rolling.

was a little hairy by the old man, Luo Xiaohu couldn't help but take two steps back: "Look at what, look at it again, be careful I insert you!" After speaking, he stretched out his finger and gestured at his eyes.

The old man leaned on the railing and asked anxiously, "What language do you speak?"

"Guess!" Luo Xiaohu felt that he had nothing to do, and it was not bad to have someone to chat with, so he began to tease the old man.

"Ancient Elves?" the old man's eyes lit up, waiting for Luo Xiaohu's answer.

Luo Xiaohu shook his head: "No."

"That'...... That"

The old man tilted his head.

Luo Xiaohu saw the old man's movements, and two words actually popped out of his head: naïve!

As soon as these two words came out, they didn't scare others, but they scared Luo Xiaohu himself, and immediately shook his head to drive this idea out of his mind.

"Hmm......" The old man continued to tilt his head, put his finger against his lower lip, thought for a while, and then said, "It's the ancient language, isn't it?"

"Not either!"

Seeing Luo Xiaohu shake his head again, the old man's brows immediately furrowed, and after thinking for a while, he sat down cross-legged, held his chin and began to mumble to himself.

"Hey!"

Now no one chatted with Luo Xiaohu, and the rest of the guys quarreled over, and the whole number was so quiet that even a needle could be heard, so quiet made Luo Xiaohu very uncomfortable, so he began to tease the old man to talk.

"Wait, let me guess" The old man raised his hand to stop Luo Xiaohu from speaking, and continued to sit on the ground and think.

Luo Xiaohu had to go back to bed, closed his eyes and fell asleep for a while.

When Luo Xiaohu opened his eyes again, he found that it had been night, and the old man was still sitting there and didn't seem to move, waiting for dinner to finish, but the old man still didn't move, until the moon hung high, it was almost midnight, and the old man still didn't move.

At this time, Luo Xiaohu couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable, thinking that if the old man was so old, if he played something, it would be his fault, and the old man didn't have any holidays with him, so he tossed him like this, Luo Xiaohu was a little unbearable.

Luo Xiaohu is ruthless in dealing with the enemy, but when dealing with irrelevant people, his conscience is still very much.

"This is Chinese!" Luo Xiaohu said.

"Chinese?" the old man said, "What period is the language of Chinese?"

Speaking of this, he didn't wait for Luo Xiaohu to answer, he pondered again, and blurted out: "Oh, I know, it must be the language of the small tribe that no one knows, so I don't know."

Where did Luo Xiaohu endure this, someone insulted his mother tongue in front of him, and immediately opened his mouth to fight back: ", this language is nobler and older than all the languages now!"

"Is that angelic language?" the old man replied and began to shake his head again: "No, angel language and demon language are not pronounced like this!"

"Further on," Luo Xiaohu said.

The old man looked at Luo Xiaohu and asked: "If you go further, it is the era of legends, the creation god created all things, and first created the two gods of light and darkness......."

"This one will go forward," Luo Xiaohu said again.

Hearing this, the old man subconsciously began to scratch his head again: "That is the era of angels and demons?"

"Go further!"

"Still ahead?" said the old man, calmly.

Before Luo Xiaohu could speak, a voice sounded in the trumpet: "Little thing, don't listen to this old thing, don't look at him and look quite normal, but he is a heretic, and he is hiding here for fear of being burned to death by the church." He said that the angels and demon workers used to live in our world, and they were defeated by a race called the Mogu and rushed to their current world, and he also said that the angels were about to invade our world, and what Mogu could be so powerful to defeat the angels and demons to join forces!

"Ha-ha-ha!"

There was a burst of laughter from all around, and it seemed that the people who were still swords and crossbows just now were rare to unify the old man.

Hearing this, Luo Xiaohu was directly stunned if he was shocked, and thought in his heart: I have been looking for it for a long time, who knows that the person I am looking for is hiding here.

What others see as a joke, Luo Xiaohu doesn't think so, because he has a part of Natello Guntus's memories in his head, although it is incomplete, but he knows that he existed in the human era, and it was established after the demise of the Mogu Clan, and the Mogu Clan did disintegrate the rule of angels and demons in Sodarran.

"How do you know this?" Thinking that what he was looking for might be right in front of him, Luo Xiaohu's tone couldn't help but start to tremble.

"I'm an archaeologist," the old man said indifferently, and at the mention of the archaeologist, he also reached out and stroked his beard, as if to show his erudition.

"Wait a while" Luo Xiaohu turned around, returned to his desk, picked up a piece of paper, and simply drew a small piece of the map in his mind.

After the drawing was finished, he quickly turned back to the railing, and handed the paper to the old man's hand: "Do you recognize where this is?"

The old man looked at it for a while, shook his head and said, "I can't see it, it's too small, where is this map?"

"The Early Ages of the Human Kingdom"

After Luo Xiaohu finished speaking, he turned around and returned to the table and began to continue drawing the map.

As soon as the old man heard that it was a map from the early human era, he immediately came to his senses, and saw Luo Xiaohu sitting back at his table, jumping through the railing and not seeing what Luo Xiaohu had drawn, so he couldn't help shouting at the top of his voice: "Jailer, jailer!"

"What are you doing?" the jailer heard the old man's voice and shuffled impatiently.

The old man directly stretched out his hand and pointed to the lock at the door of Luo Xiaohu's number: "Open, I want to go in!"

When the jailer heard this, he opened the door, and the old man walked in.

Luo Xiaohu drew the map intently, and didn't notice this, now Luo Xiaohu not only drew carefully, but also drew quite large, for fear that the old man would not recognize the small and inaccurate old man.

The old man who walked in stood next to the table and stretched out his head, and also looked at the movements of Luo Xiaohu's hands intently.

The two of them maintained this posture for several hours, waiting for the sky to dawn, Luo Xiaohu had already drawn more than half of it.

"Is this Mount Ukdalo? This is the ?...... of the Hanmatu River."

Luo Xiaohu's heart was shocked: "Do you know their names?"

The old man nodded, "I can't be sure, but it looks a bit like a map I saw in an ancient ruin."

"Then do you know where this place is now?" Luo Xiaohu's voice was a little uncontrollable.

The old man nodded and said, "I know, the location of that ruin is also here," he said, stretching out his hand to the corner of the map drawn by Luo Xiaohu.

"Mundaka Fortress," Luo Xiaohu said.

When the old man heard this, he immediately said, "Do you know the name of this ruin?"

"I know a little bit, I heard my teacher mention it" Luo Xiaohu was vague for a moment and immediately asked, "Then where is this now?"

The old man sat down directly, touched the quill on Luo Xiaohu's table, and began to draw: "I'll briefly draw it first, the place you painted is now the Eternal Night Forest, the Great Plains, but it's a pity that there are many monsters here, and it is the greatest challenge that has been recognized by countless adventurers, and it is also the place where the most people have the regiment and want to get rich, and all kinds ......of monsters are emerging in endlessly."

Listening to the old man's narration, Luo Xiaohu's heart couldn't help but cool down again, in the old man's description, that is, the Imperial Law and the Holy Hall did not dare to easily risk their lives and enter the center of the Eternal Night Forest.