Towards the extremely inquiring eyes projected by Xiangzhang, Feng Shuang was full of indifference.

After throwing the sand mark, Feng Shuang focused all his attention on Shen Moli, as if that concentrated staring at one person could stop time and everything disappear.

The shape of his beautiful lips outlined a touch of evil, and if those eyes ignored the immaturity revealed by the other facial features, he was more like a wise old man, and in the crystal light, he was even more contaminated with infinite depth and incomprehensibility.

A magnetic deep voice came out of Feng Shuang's mouth: "Mo'er, this is what you promised me." Now that I have returned the sand seal, you must not break your promise. ”

The slightest hint of deep male voice lingered, and I don't know if there was too much energy hidden, which actually made the emperor soul that had been sleeping in Shen Moli's body for a while faintly feel it in the knock of the male voice.

In Shen Moli's imperceptible moment, the Emperor Soul shrank his body slightly, quietly loosened all the ropes around him that trapped him, and before all the power was discovered, he pretended to be still in a coma again.

Shen Moli glanced at it, and did not respond to Fengshuang's words, but only went to Xiangzhang's side first, and wrote a secret letter with spiritual power and flew into Xiangzhang's ears.

Word of mouth is naturally the fastest shortcut. Only the partition wall has ears, and there is no other wall by the ink pond except for the jade house. But Feng Shuang, who was clinging to the side, was undoubtedly the biggest eavesdropper to Shen Moli.

With Shen Moli's guidance with a secret letter, Xiangzhang, who had no idea where to start, suddenly had a touch of clarity in his eyes. With a very high chance of victory, Xiangzhang only hurriedly thanked him a few times, and hurried to the outside of the magic pool.

At present, the army of the Tan people is pressing the border, and it is not easy to set off an uproar in the sand region under the occupation of the city. Shen Moli was able to think of another clever move to resolve the crisis of the Sand Clan in such a short period of time, which undoubtedly made Xiangzhang feel a thousand thanks from the bottom of his heart, and at the same time, he was a little more prosperous than before, affirming Shen Moli's ability.

There are no weak people in the Warcraft contract, and Xiangzhang's attitude towards Shen Moli has also changed under the experience again and again.

He didn't know how the Warcraft chose Shen Moli, just based on Shen Moli's martial arts cultivation, he really had been in line for several lifetimes, and Xiangzhang didn't think that the Warcraft would choose Shen Moli.

At present, Shen Moli's unique view of the situation and wisdom really made Xiangzhang's thoughts about Shen Moli change even more in a moment.

It's just that what Xiangzhang didn't expect is that there are more strong players in the strong. Although Shen Moli was extremely cautious when he passed on the message to him, he did not hide from Feng Shuang's keen eyes. When returning the sand seal to Xiangzhang, Feng Shuang even made some moves in private in the sand seal.

Once the magic of Xiangzhang's sacrifice is connected with the sand seal, all of Xiangzhang's thoughts and thoughts can no longer be hidden from Fengshuang.

That sand seal is the same timed gunpowder that makes it impossible to figure out when it will explode, potentially on Xiangzhang's side, and transmits what Xiangzhang has seen, heard, and thought to Fengshuang's eyes without leaking. Just like now, although Feng Shuang can be regarded as not knowing what Shen Moli and Xiangzhang said, he stood away for several miles to avoid suspicion.

But the secret letter written by Shen Moli flew into Fengshuang's sea of knowledge word for word.

It is not appropriate to break it, and he doesn't want to see Shen Moli trying to hide his work like this, Feng Shuang flew to Shen Moli's side again after making sure that Xiangzhang left, and he was extremely lazy and leaned on Shen Moli and said: "I returned the sand seal, Mo'er can be leisurely for a few days, and don't attack the sand clan?"

Feng Shuang's leaning body was about to touch Shen Moli, but it was immediately empty.

Shen Moli dodged to the side, looked at Feng Shuang, who wanted to get close to him regardless of the occasion, and said: "I will naturally do what you say, but how can a man stand in the world without bones, Feng Shuang, you don't need me to experience all kinds of time in the world, you should know the truth." ”

"Yes, what Mo'er says, how I do it. It's just that I'm not used to it, and when I talk to you, I still have my eyes hidden in secret, and I'm writing down what we say word by word. Feng Shuang still said in a lazy tone.

It's just that in Feng Shuang's words, Xianglin, who was hiding in the shadows, was so shocked that he avoided even more in the depths of the sand.

When entering the magic pool, the strange movement coming from between the veils made Xianglin, who was originally resting, extremely keenly aware of the difference. Taking advantage of the barren sand he was in, Xianglin thought that he could record everything that happened by the magic pond in no detail, and then find the Sand Clan in the future and show the record to the clansmen.

Unexpectedly, Xianglin's move in the hidden place inadvertently caused Feng Shuang's dissatisfaction.

Feng Shuang waved his palm, turning the deep and shallow sand on the side of the magic pond into a galaxy in the sky, and flew into the air. Under the gravel, Xianglin and the Sha people have repeatedly repaired for many generations, and several houses have been displayed.

When he saw that the sand and gravel that covered him were inexplicably suspended into the sky by Fengshuang, Xianglin's eyes were stained with the same shock as Xiangzhang earlier. In shock, Xianglin turned into sand, and tried to hide from Fengshuang's eyes by taking advantage of the dense barren sand by the magic pool.

Feng Shuang's terrifying strength that easily destroyed the sand mark and was able to gather the sand mark at will fell into Xianglin's eyes, which was the power of the gods that heaven and man could not match. In the sand domain, Xiangzhang's strength was seen by everyone and everyone, and he already felt that few people could match it.

Unexpectedly, there are mountain people outside this mountain, and outside the sand region, there are people with terrifying strength like Feng Shuang.

Stationed in the sand city all the year round, Xianglin doesn't know how many years he has not had contact with the outside world. He is not like Xiangzhang or other elders, for the Sand Domain Sand Clan and other places of the Sand Clan, and from time to time in and out of the Sand Domain to other places in the Demon Land, in the Sand Domain for many years, the vision of the Sand Domain has been shrunk to make Xiang Lin look more like a frog at the bottom of the well at this time.

With that shock of unknown strength, Xianglin fled back and forth underground with great certainty that he could not defeat Feng Shuang. But for some reason, the side of the magic pond was originally an unobstructed barren sand underground, but Xianglin hit the wall everywhere in his escape at this time.

Every time he hit the wall, Xianglin glanced at Fengshuang with his panicked afterglow. Feng Shuang's idle appearance made Xiang Lin feel lucky in his heart, looking forward to his escape in the form of sand, and escaped Feng Shuang's keen eyes in the deserted sand.

What Xianglin would never have imagined was that Feng Shuang had already known all his actions without careful investigation.

Like a mischievous child, Feng Shuang has set up many obstacles in front of the various paths of Xianglin's rampage, but he pretends not to see Xianglin. He sat on a stool made of jade, drinking the cup of elixir that had somehow transformed into a turquoise elixir, but the rest of his eyes were in Xianglin's imperceptible moments due to panic, constantly watching and appreciating the excitement of Xianglin's blockage all the way.

The Sand Tribe, Feng Shuang didn't want to directly wipe them out like the other Tan people. But if someone swept his Yaxing, Feng Shuang didn't mind watching the other party get a little sadistic.

But Feng Shuang's evil nature of malicious viewing did not last long, and Xianglin's indiscriminate action was quickly stopped by Shen Moli's eyes.