“...... Haha," Qingzhou didn't react a little, "Brother Moling's story is well told, I was fascinated by it." ”

Mo Ling was obviously not satisfied with this answer, so he asked, "After listening to what I said so much, Brother Qingzhou has nothing to say?"

"Brother Moling is so smart, I'm really amazed, but I have a little doubt, I hope Brother Moling will give me advice. ”

"Please. ”

"How did you deduce that my brother's previous master was a member of the Mo family?"

"Qingwei is studying in the Mo Family Academy, and you are his elder brother, then you should be from the Mo family, this is one of them. Second, you hinted that someone had threatened you with a knife to your brother's neck, and I guess you're talking about your brother's current situation. In the end, you repeatedly said that your previous master was like scum and hated him deeply, and then thinking of your actions in the past few months, it is not difficult to deduce that the object you want to take revenge on is your former master, a certain clan member of the Mo family. ”

"Wonderful, wonderful," Qingzhou clapped his hands, "Brother Moling, you leave me speechless." ”

"Then you're admitting?"

"Don't say, don't say," Qingzhou shook his head, "I didn't say anything. ”

The words have come to this point, and it is boring to pursue it any longer, Mo Ling took the lead in standing up and pulled Qingzhou up. Qingzhou held the magic feather with one hand and the wall with the other, his body kept shaking, and it seemed that he would fall unsteadily at any time.

"Speaking of which, Brother Moling, I don't know anything about you. ”

"My experience is very boring, no more thrilling than Brother Qingzhou. "Mo Ling half-carried the green boat, deep and shallow, towards a cave.

"I'd rather have a dull life than it is now. Qingzhou smiled bitterly, "Brother Moling, where are we going now?"

"Needless to say, of course, go to the center of the Mo family's lair to find out. "The voice of the demon feather was undisturbed, echoing in the empty cavern, as if there was no end. "My companion, and your brother, are probably in that place. ”

Qingzhou blinked his glowing eyes, looked at Mo Ling in astonishment, and was speechless for a long time.

In a few moments, the figures of the two disappeared into the dark cavern, leaving only a thin and imperceptible breeze that gently drifted over the place where the two had sit, taking away the last of the remaining heat.

Not long after the two of them entered the cave, low footsteps sounded in the silent canyon, the sound was slightly fragmented, mixed but not chaotic, in the heavy fog, slowly moving towards the depths step by step.

However, what is unbelievable is that as the footsteps go deeper, the voices gradually become scattered and alienated, and in the end, they disappear one after another, as if no one has ever entered. After a brief period of distraction, the Grand Canyon sank into a long sleep.

Qingzhou walked beside Moling for a long time, and he couldn't see the end of the cave, so he couldn't help but be worried, and he didn't pay attention, his feet slipped, and he fell heavily to the ground, and finally couldn't help but complain: "Brother Moling, is this the right way we are going?"

"I guess that's right. Mo Ling stretched out his hand and pulled Qingzhou up, "Of all the roads, this one is the most similar." ”

"How do you tell?" asked Qingzhou suspiciously.

"Not by looking, but by hearing, there are so many caves, only this one can hear a trace of wind, I guess this road should be open. ”

Hearing this, Qingzhou moved his lips, wanting to say something but not saying it.

The deeper you go into the cave, the more eerie the air becomes, and the droplets of water keep dripping from the top of the cave, sounding like it's endless. The fire fold in Mo Ling's arms had already been wet by the thick fog in the canyon and could no longer be used, and Qingzhou didn't bring a fire fold at all - this surprised Mo Ling a little, didn't he think that there might be darkness behind the stone wall - but think about it in another way, this just confirmed that Qing Zhou was here for the first time.

Once distracted, Moling would start thinking about something fragmented, and the road under his feet would become more and more slippery, and the two of them would walk slower and slower. With a "snap", Mo Ling suddenly stopped his steps and said to himself, "If the end of those other caves is a dead end, wouldn't it be a good place to lock up people?"

"You've finally figured it out," Qingzhou said, "these countless caves are dungeons that are used to lock people up. ”

"Since you know, why didn't you say it earlier?" "What can you do, are you going to look for them one by one?"

Moling was speechless. Indeed, as Qingzhou said, even if he knew that Nan Ruoli might be trapped in a certain cave, Mo Ling would not be able to find them one by one. In comparison, finding Mo Si'an's location is the fastest way.

The two of them groped in the dark cave for a long time, Mo Ling was still calm, and Qingzhou had already reached the edge of patience. At this moment, Demon Ling, who sensed that something was wrong under his feet, restrained himself, while Qingzhou was completely ignorant and crashed headlong into the stone wall in front of him defenselessly. With a muffled sound of "bang", Qingzhou fell to the ground, and did not recover from the dizziness for half a day.

It's a dead end.

Mo Ling's heart sank, her body was close to the stone wall, and her hands groped on it for a long time, but she still found nothing.

"It hurts me to death, why don't you remind me. Qingzhou's words were filled with a bit of resentment and frustration.

Mo Ling ignored it, and looked for something on the side and top of the wall. The side of the wall was dry, but the top of the wall was damp, and the feather soon found a crack the width of a fingernail at the top of the wall, and the cold water beads leaked out of the crack and dripped to the ground. The Feather groped around for a while, and found several more rifts of varying thicknesses.

"What's out of this cave?" asked Moling.

"The Grand Canyon, what else can it be. Qingzhou rubbed his forehead and replied weakly.

"Of course I do. Isn't there a towering rock wall at the end of the Grand Canyon, and what's behind it?"

"Behind the rock wall...... I don't know. What is this for, you ask?"

"It's strange water," Magic Ling sniffed as she put her wet fingers close to her nose, not noticing anything unusual, "not like it's in the cave." Mo Ling licked her fingers carefully, and she didn't feel anything special, "I hope I'm too careful." ”

"What should we do next?" Qingzhou asked.

"Let's go back to where we were. "If we move fast enough, we might be able to get my companion out of the dungeon before she is imprisoned." ”

"Why do you say that?" Qingzhou asked suspiciously, hearing the words.

"I guess. Anyway, we're going to step up our actions next, and you're good to follow. ”

After Mo Ling finished speaking, he opened his legs and ran along the original road, Qing Zhou saw this, and stood up with a rolling belt, chasing Mo Ling's steps and following closely behind. Although he didn't know what Mo Ling was thinking, he seemed to have more ideas than he did—Qingzhou rejoiced as he ran: "It's really the right thing to bring him in." ”