"I also want to know, but it's a pity that I lost her......" Shen Moli said in a low voice.

She was suppressing the sadness in her heart, and she didn't want her grievances to flow out.

Actually, in normal times, Shen Moli is not a person who likes to gossip about right and wrong.

It was only in the early moments that when he saw Qin Tian staring at the dance, he revealed a different emotion intentionally or unintentionally, which made Shen Moli unconsciously say a few more words to Qin Tian.

She clearly felt that the trace of emotion that Qin Tian revealed when he looked at Wuluo was definitely not because of Wuluo.

Those moments stayed extremely briefly, but seeing Qin Tian's obsessive appearance, Shen Mo Li Bian no longer wanted to push away the person in front of him with his refusal.

Shen Moli had a feeling that Qin Tian was a new acquaintance, but he was also a bad old man from the Three Kingdoms and Six Seas.

Shen Moli didn't know who the old man was.

I knew that the puppet emperor could sew the first dance with puppet thread, and he could sew thousands of dance loops with puppet thread.

Therefore, there must be many bewitching faces in the world.

And Qin Tian felt more and more upset in Shen Moli's words.

He hurriedly asked, "Is her soul still alive?"

In the dark, Qin Tian always felt that his maid had a special fate with him. And that fate, Fat Qin Tian is extremely eager to see his mother-in-law and see her mother-in-law's face, so as to untie his heart knot.

However, the maid-in-law did not do what he wanted at all, and still stayed in the world.

What's more, Qin Tianxing may not even be able to see the last wisp of his mother-in-law's soul left in the world.

"Her soul may still be in the world, or it may have been swallowed up by molten molten molten molten a long time ago. Shen Moli responded.

At the beginning, when he saw the colorful hairpin falling magma, the pain he brought to himself haunted Shen Moli's heart again at this moment.

"You left her in the magma?" Qin Tian asked, the fist in his sleeve tightened and tightened.

In Qin Tian's questioning, Shen Moli just closed his red lips tightly, but did not answer.

There was silence, but it seemed to be more sure of the answer to Qin Tian's question......

Everyone is a smart person, and after seeing Shen Moli's reaction, Qin Tian quickly got the answer.

His fists, clenched in anger. The green tendons in the forehead also burst out in anger.

However, in his anger, Qin Tian clearly understood that he was just a stranger to his mother-in-law. With such a self, what qualifications can he have to complain for his wife?

What's more, the mother-in-law's operation must be her own choice.

The path that the sister-in-law chose by herself, what qualifications does Qin Tian have to regret for her mother-in-law?

Thinking like this, Qin Tian's clenched fist gradually loosened a little.

He clearly knew that instead of fighting unevenly and destroying Shen Moli, a person like Shen Moli who left her soul in the magma, it was better to let Shen Moli live and listen to her past.

"That place you can't get to. "Shen Moli should arrive.

Between life and death, it is like a sting every other day. Even if Qin Tian wanted to let his wife come out and bring her back to life, he couldn't at every time

She ...... Was it ever beautiful?" Qin Tian asked again hesitantly.

At this moment, Qin Tian couldn't help but hope that time would stay longer at this moment, so that he could be busy and know more about his mother-in-law......

It can be said that this fantasy land is by no means a good place for several people to stay, but it is also a good place to rest.

But in this world that has been transformed out of thin air, Wu Luo was able to readjust his qi and blood for a moment, on the verge of exhausting death.

This battle is inherently unequal.

On the surface, it was more than 10,000 people who were hostile to one person, and it seemed that one person could be completely killed in minutes.

But at first glance, there were hundreds of thousands of swords flying around the figure.

With so many swords gathered, Shen Moli estimated that each soldier would have the strength of one person, and there would be at least dozens of hostile swords.

While human physical strength is limited, the energy of the sword spirit is endless.

If this hostility continues for a long time, those thousands of military horses will be completely wiped out in a short time.

In such a bloody battle, the figure standing in the sunset should be extremely bloodthirsty and vicious.

However, Shen Moli felt for no reason that the figure was full of loneliness and helplessness when he was manipulating the sword to kill the enemy army.

It's as if he meant to kill anyone.

However, everything in the world is never up to anyone.

If he doesn't do it, he will be the one who dies.

Such a life-and-death choice is also extremely torturous for the owner of that figure.

"Give up, evacuate now, and I'll wait for a way out. In the shadow of the sword and sword, the figure suddenly spoke.

Its voice was full of vicissitudes, and it was very similar to the sound that Shen Moli and the others heard before the appearance of the devil's claws.

Just in the voice of this figure, Shen Moli could vaguely hear a touch of the desolation of the world and the cold of the heights.

The sound of the flute dancing, I don't know whether it was deliberately or unintentionally played, turned from a leisurely and desolate song to a joyful music just after the man's voice fell.

In the sudden change of flute sound, everything around him also changed suddenly.

In all directions, the thousands of troops seemed to be stimulated by some kind of stimulation, and under the persuasion of that figure, instead of withdrawing away, they frantically struck away the swords around them as if they were crazy, and rushed towards the figure.

Many of them, even if they were stabbed, did not have the slightest intention of backing down.

Their eyes were bloodshot, their expressions were full of unwillingness, and they rushed towards the figure, as if they were fighting for the last of their strength.

It's just that because there are too many swords in Zhou Groove, the efforts of these generals are all in vain in the end.

As far as the eye could see, more and more corpses were piling up around the figure, and it didn't take long for them to form a small mountain.

Layers of corpses surrounded the figure, so that the figure was gradually obscured by the corpse and disappeared in front of several people.

"Sword God ......" And at this moment, Xue Na was suddenly asleep, and suddenly muttered.

Its eyes were closed, apparently not awake from its dream. Its hands and feet were dancing wildly, and it was evident that in its dreams, it was struggling endlessly.

"Xuena, Xuena, how are you?" said the snow leopard hurriedly walked over, shaking Xuena, trying to wake Xuena from his dream.

Fang Caixue's performance made Hao Snow Leopard anxious. It was deeply afraid that Xena would be affected by that figure again in the boundless dream, and that something would go wrong.

In a panic, the snow leopard shook the snow in a panic, as if to shake the snow awake.

But no matter how the snow leopard swayed, Xuena seemed to fall into an infinite sleep, and no matter what, he couldn't wake up.