I frantically salvaged your memories in my visions, waking up in a hurry or dying a gentle death in this assassination, and the result was ...... It's up to you. —Epigraph.

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Qian Duoduo saw her looking at herself with a radiant expression, spread her hands and said helplessly: "Miss Mo, I am a mortal, where is your opponent." So, we don't need to compete. ”

"Follow me, or wait for me outside. ”

Qian Duoduo took a step past the Moi and walked towards the gray mist, saying as he went.

Seeing that he perfunctorily admitted that he was inferior to himself, the Moi people were a little annoyed, and they did not answer again, but they secretly wrote it down in their hearts. Then, with her fingers, she cut off a strand of hair from her chest, strung the corner of her snow-white coat in her hand, and tied it around her slender waist. When he looked up again, he saw that Qian Duoduo's figure was about to disappear into the gray mist.

Qian Duoduo stepped into the gray mist-shrouded alley, and heard footsteps behind him. He turned to look and saw the Moi walking towards him with a bright jade flute in her right hand, and she stretched out her hand to her, and suddenly a turquoise light hit her. An extra green light mask immediately appeared on his body, and a warm feeling permeated his body.

Moyi walked to Qian Duoduo's side, looked solemn, and said, "Young Master Qian, you don't even have a magic weapon to protect yourself, it should be you who follow me." ”

Qian Duoduo: "......"

"You might as well call me Qian Duoduo. I'm really not used to you being a son like this. I'm not the guy who became a Daoist and let my apprentice call me a son. Qian Duoduo said.

"A lot of money. The Moi chuckled and immediately responded, shouting.

Qian Duoduo looked at her sudden playful movements, and said helplessly: "I didn't expect you to come in anyway, isn't it good to let the wind outside?"

This is only the outermost part of the alley, and there are more than three feet as far as the eye can see, and both people can see each other. Seeing that he looked at him seriously, Moyi turned his head and said quietly: "I don't want to come in, I just don't want to die in a certain snow mountain." ”

Qian Duoduo immediately smiled, looked at the snow robe she tied around her waist and said, "If there is danger, use your divine sense to 'ignite' the snow array." ”

"Then I really want to see with my own eyes what is so strange about your famous young generation of snowdrifting formations. ”

Qian Duoduo gave her a blank look, "I hope you'd better not see it." ”

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In the gray alley, the two people gradually deepened, but they saw that the gray fog was getting thicker, so their eyes shrank sharply. Qian Duoduo could barely see the Moi, only to feel a faint silhouette and hear her unhurried footsteps.

In the gray mist, his consciousness could not be dispersed, and the flower thief did not know where to hide, and as he went deeper and deeper, Qian Duoduo's mood began to become heavy. He suddenly turned his head to look at his side, but saw that the right hand side was empty, and Qian Duoduo was shocked!

"Miss Mo!"

"Miss Mo!"

Qian Duoduo shouted and looked around.

Half ringing.

Qian Duoduo did not get a response. There was a slow gray haze around him, but in the ears was the sound of footsteps that came out of thin air, but the shadow was nowhere to be found. Qian Duoduo himself didn't realize that the green light that had shrouded him at the beginning had disappeared.

Qian Duoduo's expression was solemn, he stretched out his hand and slowly pulled out the huge pig-killing knife behind his back, clenched the handle of the knife with both hands, and scanned the four directions with cold eyes and shouted: "The evil demon crooked way is not ready to appear quickly!"

"Da! Da!"

Footsteps came from directly ahead.

Qian Duoduo looked intently ahead.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and Qian Duoduo tightened his hands with the knife. As far as the eye could see, a corner of Tsing Yi appeared, followed by a pair of wrinkled and rough hands, which gently lifted the mist, and then a figure was clearly visible.

When!

The iron broadsword fell on the greystone floor.

Qian Duoduo looked at the figure that suddenly appeared in a daze, and the iron knife in his hand slipped to the ground without realizing it.

What caught my eye was a gray-haired and rickety old man. He was pale and his eyes were sunken but kind, and he was smiling at himself.

The two looked at each other for a long time.

"Grandpa...... Is that you?" Qian Duoduo whispered.

The old man didn't speak, just smiled and nodded, and stretched out his hands tremblingly forward.

Qian Duoduo walked towards the old man gently, step by step, like a puppet, as if he was stunned.

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"Hahahaha, it's really effortless!"

At this time, in the depths of the gray mist, a man in green clothes laughed uncontrollably, and the baby's fat face was full of sarcasm.

The man in Tsing Yi sat cross-legged in the void, holding up a quaint box with both hands, its color was dark and black, and he couldn't see what material it was.

The box was opened, and a gray mist continued to spill from it.

The man in Tsing Yi looked at the black box with gloomy eyes, and said to himself: "If you enter my mist box, no matter where you are, you will die sweetly in your deepest memory!"

The man in Tsing Yi glanced at the sky and said thoughtfully, "I just hope that their elders will come later." ”

"Let's let the old man speed up this illusion and end this game as soon as possible!"

As he said this, his face suddenly blurred, and a gray mist obscured it, thinking that he didn't want to expose himself.

"Hmm~ Let's start with this Tianyin First Immortal! I can't wait to absorb such an abundant and pure female Yuan Yin!" The man in Tsing Yi spoke, stretched out his scarlet tongue and licked his lips, and the greed and desire in his eyes seemed to condense into essence and spurt out.

He can't wait to eat the Moi right away!

The man in Tsing Yi suddenly pinched the trick, and his hands were lightning-like and slapped towards the black box, only to see that the gray mist in the black box was spewing more vigorously, and there were faint bursts of low roars from it, the sound was like a ghost crying and laughing, which was very terrifying.

Immediately after that, a black mist jumped out of the black box, to be precise, it was a big black mouth, it floated in the gray mist, and a pair of narrow red eyes stared at the man in green clothes.

The man in Tsing Yi had an angry look on his face, "Nightmare beast!

The black giant shadow was unmoved, and one piece let out an even more penetrating roar to express its dissatisfaction. The man in Tsing Yi reluctantly cut his wrist and dripped a drop of essence blood into the big black mouth.

A drop of essence blood flowed, and the man in Tsing Yi's face suddenly turned pale, and he shouted at the black box: "Eat, eat, eat, you know how to eat!

The huge mouth black shadow he called a nightmare slammed into the black box with a roar.

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The Moi people walked step by step in the gray alley, their expressions solemn, and Qian Duoduo, who was close at hand just now, suddenly disappeared. What is this? Shapeshift...... This made her secretly frightened, and she felt that they might have entered an amazing immortal magic weapon or evil magic weapon.

The Moi people stopped suddenly, for she noticed that the gray mist was getting thicker and thicker, and even her spirit was in a trance for a moment, and she shook her head slightly, and at that moment she felt a great crisis, and suddenly turned around, and the emerald green flute slashed out a cyan pin.

Poof!

It's like a point in the heat falling on a damp firewood, green

The smoke was billowing, but it didn't start a fire.

The cyan puppet pumped onto a black giant shadow, and the giant shadow opened its mouth to eat the cyan puppet into its stomach, and a thick gray mist erupted from its "body", intending to invade the Moi's body shield.

The Moi people guarded the black shadow as if they were facing a great enemy, and the blue light of the sound flute soared, protecting them in front of them. She stared intently at the black shadow in the gray mist, and then she saw two narrow red eyes lit up, full of bewildering colors, making people sink, as if they could control people's minds.

The Moy's face suddenly looked like a struggle, then it turned to a blank, and then it turned to a blank color like a lot of money.

Jingle bells!

The talisman flute fell without the maintenance of the master's spiritual power.

The Moi stood motionless.

Half ringing. A rhythmic sound of footsteps came from far and near.