Shen Moli looked around and said, "I know that your clan is all over the place at this time, but I have something important to do and have to go." ”

For the Fengshuang in front of him, who was as pleasant to look at, Shen Moli was not disgusted, but he did not intend to tell his whereabouts clearly.

What Shen Moli didn't expect was that Feng Shuang leaned on Shen Moli's arm, and said with a warm smile: "Sister, why don't I accompany you forward, maybe I can protect you if I meet my people along the way?"

Looking at Feng Shuang's body leaning over, Shen Moli only took a few steps to the side and didn't say anything. Although Feng Shuang is a man, judging by Feng Shuang's size, he is only a seven or eight-year-old child.

When he was a little farther away from Fengshuang, Shen Moli smiled and said, "I understand your kindness, it's just that the alleys in the city turn back and forth, and it takes a lot of hours to go back and forth. If you go with me, I am afraid that you will delay your return to your people, and make your people anxious. ”

Feng Shuang looked very immature and childlike, and Shen Moli didn't plan to take Feng Shuang with him.

First, Shen Moli only took Feng Shuang's words to protect himself, and made him a childish heroic. She was in a hurry to find Xiangzhang at the moment, although Feng Shuang's speed was fast, but taking a Tan tribesman to meet the patriarch of the Sand tribe might make some trouble.

Second, a child as big as Fengshuang, even if he grows up in a bloody clan, he must have his parents with him. Shen Moli didn't want to take Feng Shuang away by his liking, which made Feng Shuang's family anxious.

Listening to the dialogue between Fang Cai Fengshuang and Xiangfeng, the two should be father and son. If Feng Shuang disappears in the Sand Clan's city, I am afraid that it will provoke the Tan Clan's greater hatred of the Sand Clan. Under the hatred, the already brutal Tan clan, Shen Mo Li Cheng could not imagine what he would continue to do.

Therefore, Shen Moli made up his mind at this time and categorically rejected the request of Feng Shuang's peers. Even if Feng Shuang is harmless, even if Shen Moli is not disgusted with it, this can't change the fact that Feng Shuang is a member of the Tan clan and the son of the leader.

Seeing that Shen Moli refused decisively, Feng Shuang didn't show much emotion.

Unexpectedly, he turned sideways and stepped away, gestured and said, "Okay, then I'll listen to my sister." ”

After that, Feng Shuang didn't forget to grin, revealing his teeth as white as snow.

"Thank you for your attention today. Shen Moli smiled back at Fengshuang, and then stopped staying longer, and flew into an alley in the Sand Clan's city.

Earlier, Shen Moli didn't stay in the city for a long time, and with the guidance of the Sand people, she only recognized the road she had walked.

It's just that the only avenue is no longer passable, and the intricate alleys in the Sha Clan city are some turning around, and some are dead, Shen Moli has to explore and walk through the alleys in order to avoid the Tan people who don't know where they are scattered.

On the smooth and tidy sandy road, you can still smell a faint smell of blood. The grotesque smell of blood did not originate from the Sand Tribe, but the breath left over from the killing weapons that the Tan people had accumulated for an unknown amount of time.

The weapons used by the people of the five tribes, even if they kill people and slaughter animals, are accustomed to cleaning the blades and sharpening the weapons. The Tan people are different, they forge a class of blades that are more bloodthirsty than ordinary weapons, and nourish the blades with blood, so that the blades can kill again with more excitement than their masters.

Because of the perennial irrigation of blood into the blade, the weapon in the hands of the Tan people smells extremely bloody, and only from a distance, you can smell the blood emanating from the weapon.

The Tan people advocate bloodthirsty weapons and are more particular about choosing weapons. They love bloodthirsty weapons, but they don't choose blades that are bloodthirsty and don't hide their breath.

Suri, the people of the Tan tribe love to bathe in the blood emitted by the blades. When they received many tasks, they hid the gore on their weapons very well. What's more, since the beginning of the Demon Ancestors, the rulers of the Demon Land have all been enthusiastic about hiring the people of the Tan clan to torture and kill the immortals and people for themselves.

And every time they receive a task, the people of the Tan tribe also complete it very well with their fairy and elegant appearance. Because of this, the Tan clan has entered the ranks of the eight major clans in the accumulation of wealth and rights that have taken over the task from generation to generation.

Shen Moli walked in the alley, and just by relying on the smell of blood that permeated the surroundings, he could quickly conclude the intentions of the Tan people.

They can hide the smell of blood on their weapons very well, but they can also spread the blood for hundreds of miles. Now they ambush all over the city, more like walking in the air to spread a touch of blood, so that the Sand people who will return later, but when they smell this breath, they will first be timid.

It's just that what they didn't expect was that with the smell of blood in the air that had not yet completely diffused and was evenly proportioned, Shen Moli avoided the Tan people faster.

Due to his unfamiliarity with the road conditions, Shen Moli walked around the alley for three or four moments, and then came to the outside of the high wall of the magic pool where he first met Xiangzhang.

Same as last time, in the face of the unknown danger of the magic pool, Shen Moli did not intend to enter through the main entrance. She stepped over the high wall in a few steps, sneaked into the remote place on the edge of the magic pool, and paced softly towards the magic pool.

There are countless curtains hanging around the magic pool, I don't know if it was the preference of the poolers at that time, or if they wanted to use the veil to cover something. Shen Moli was extremely close to the Demon Pool, and he still couldn't see the situation in the Demon Pool through countless layers of overlapping veils.

The splendid veil swayed in the wind, making a strange sound, and if it was applause, it was like the sound of firecrackers.

Under the cover of the veil, Shen Moli's footsteps were fully covered.

She cautiously walked through the veil, the silky veil caressing her like a baby's smooth skin.

If the flowing veil was given life, when it first touched Shen Moli, it retreated to both sides as if someone had rolled it up, opening up the road ahead. Following the road that was pulled by the veil to both sides, Shen Moli quickened his pace, wanting to enter the magic pool as soon as possible to find Xiangzhang.

In a hurry, from the other end of the veil, there were suddenly several screams.

The reverts who could not hear the sound clearly, only after a short cry, the veil returned to its original state of clapping and slapping. However, as the desolate cry ended, a wisp of blood filled the veil. This wisp of blood was completely different from the blood that the Tan people used to nourish the blades, and it was more like the breath of fresh blood left over from the freshness of a few people who had just been wiped out by the blades.

Smelling the wisp of blood left by someone else, coupled with everything strange in front of him, Shen Moli wanted to know even more if Xiangzhang had avoided the eyes of the Tan people and went to the magic pool.

With the doubts in his heart, Shen Moli could no longer hear what the Tan people were talking about at a distance outside the veil. After the inaudible conversation, wisps of fresh blood diffused from the place where the Tan people were talking, as if a few random words could kill a person.

Looking at the veil in front of him, which seemed to have a sense of life, Shen Moli moved forward again, about five or six hundred steps, before finally walking through the veil and seeing the golden magic pool hidden by the veil.