Zhao Yuanling rolled up his sleeves and said with some uncertainty: "I always feel that it is very cold here." ”

The armadillo's eyes swept around, and his face was a little heavy, "The yin qi here is heavy. ”

The tip of the inky white nose sniffed quietly and looked at a bamboo forest in the distance.

"Not only is there a lot of yin here, but there is also the smell of blood."

Zhao Yuanling swallowed his saliva and moved closer to Mo Bai's side.

"Let's go back first." After a moment, Mo Bai said.

"But, this is a rare opportunity, just go back?" Zhao Yuanling watched as the dry fish's body disappeared into the dense fog step by step.

There was always a hunch in her heart that told her that as long as she cleared this layer of fog, she would find ......

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