"We passed through another secret realm, but we happened to fall on this sea of fire, so many people are the only ones who threw out a magic weapon to catch you and me, shouldn't this kindness be reciprocated?"

"Even if that's the case, then you shouldn't give him the ingot, the ingots are raised by you since childhood, let alone ......"

The other voice became lower and lower, Qi Yan couldn't really hear it, and in the intermittent words, he probably learned that this snow jade cicada was raised by Xiao Rou himself, and it had been many years, not to mention that the words behind it should also be crucial, but he didn't hear it.

The cool snow jade cicada was held in his hand, but at this moment, Qi Yan felt as if he was holding a hot potato, but such a treasure could not be left by himself, even if it could make himself much better in this sea of fire.

"Huh!", a small white light flashed, heading straight for the direction of the woman in white, but she didn't want to be intercepted halfway, and after crossing an arc in the air, she still fell back into Qi Yan's arms.

followed by a sentence from the woman in white, "This senior brother will accept it for the time being, and it won't hurt to return Mochen after this sea of fire." ”

After Zhihaili's words, Qi Yan blushed at first, and even if he was in the midst of the fire, he felt a surge of heat on his cheeks.

It was he who was narrow-minded, and after seeing a woman similar to Xiaorou, he first brought in emotions that he shouldn't have, and at that moment he forgot that he was no longer the young science and engineering man who had just entered the university campus, and the woman Mo Chen opposite was not Xiaorou who looked back and smiled under the green willow branches.

first accepted the snow jade cicada given by Mo Chen, and then returned it to its original owner for no reason, all kinds of performances clearly told the woman in white that he listened quietly to the conversation between her sisters and sisters.

This kind of eavesdropping behavior is really not a bad move, and after thinking of some self-inflicted emotions before, Qi Yan felt even more ashamed and indignant, and after gritting his teeth for a while, he didn't dare to look back.

Mo Chen? In addition to the similarity in the appearance of Qin Yurou in the depths of memory, the personality is indeed somewhat similar, the little flexible personality is as its name suggests, soft and weak, but like a slender rain, uninterrupted and not fierce, moisturizing things silently; Mochen seems to be gentle, but the actual character is very rigid, and it is soft and rigid.

Thinking of Xiao Rou, the corners of Qi Yan's eyes and eyebrows overflowed with a trace of warmth, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, revealing a heartfelt smile, and then thinking of Mo Chen behind him, there was an indescribable disappointment in his heart, and he suppressed the loss, and Qi Yan set off to move forward.

I don't know when, a gushing point in the center of this sea of fire that constantly gushes out blue-white mist is spewing higher and higher, and the red magma flowers are glowing, and the surrounding magma is driven up and down.

There was no time to be surprised, Qi Yan was stumbled by a raging magma flower, and his feet were unstable, and he shook left and right for a long time before his two feet stood firmly, but he saw Ting Zhi and Leng Yunyi not far in front of him, and the situation was even more fierce.

The two of them stood on the musket and the other on a small boat, fluttering and swaying, Ting Zhi's hands on the musket kept dancing, and the blue flame had been swallowed up by the crimson magma.

Although Leng Yunyi on the small boat had a straight face, he was holding a long-necked thin bottle in his hand, and from time to time he dropped a few drops of turquoise liquid onto the boat under his feet, his eyebrows were tightly twisted, and his face was serious.

Qi Yan, who suddenly thought of something, raised his eyes and quickly swept around, and after a layer of cold sweat was left, it was quickly dried by the scorching air, and the little novice who had been walking in the forefront was gone.

When did the voice of the little novice disappear Qi Yan couldn't even recall it at all, he could walk for such a long time, and the little novice's life-saving means could be seen, and he would not disappear quietly.

Where the hell is he? Probably dead, right? If even the little novice dies here, will he survive it?

Qi Yan took the snow jade cicada in his hand into his arms and put it in the position of his heart, it was cold, and even the exhaled breath turned into a white mist.

Goo, goo, a series of bubbling sounds sounded around them, and the magma flower in the center rolled bigger and bigger, like a boiling oil pot.

"Hey!"

A sigh and a wheezing sound rolled in the beast's throat rang out in everyone's ears, and it sounded far and yet close.

Qi Yan, who heard this strange voice, quickly glanced over everyone, but found that everyone was looking at each other blankly and frightened, as if they were silently asking who it was.

"Ah!!!h

The running caused the splashed lava to fall on the monk's face, and pieces of clothing and flesh fell from his face, and the monk ran to the central tumbling place as if he didn't feel pain, without a spell to protect him.

"You ......" The word "you" rolled back and forth in Qi Yan's throat a few times, and finally he was pressed back, and it was too late, the little monk swept past him like a gust of fiery wind, and plunged headlong into the center of the magma flower without hesitation.

The cries of madness were gone, and the little friar was not rising above the flames, only the tumbling magma grew more ferocious.

The heart in his chest was beating wildly as if it was about to jump out of his body, and Qi Yan arched his back slightly in pain, covering his face with his hands.

Some of the trembling subordinates, the corners of Qi Yan's eyes were red, this feeling was too painful.

This boundless sea of fire already makes people feel depressed, there is no hope, everyone is moving forward silently, which adds a lot of depression and grief, and the sigh that comes from nowhere is more like a boulder that bends the last straw.

As soon as the little friars threw themselves into the flames, they repeated in his mind as soon as he closed his eyes, and in a trance, he seemed to smell the scorching smell of flesh and skin, and his ears seemed to hear the last cry of pain that could not reach his throat.

"Phew, don't pretend to be a ghost there, just stand in front of Lao Tzu and make a gesture!" A rugged man with a full beard and a pair of feet on the walnut boat, his voice was rough.

Seeing everyone look over, he also waved the wolf's tooth hammer in his hand twice.

Qi Yan lowered his eyebrows, as if he inadvertently swept past the big man, turned his head to look at Mo Chen's side, and saw Mo Chen's serious face, looking at the small piece of bare gray-white soil with some distraction.

These people are like frightened birds, if there is a little wind and grass, they will start to fight first, the big man's fierce gaze swept over everyone like a nail, Qi Yan glanced at the big man lightly, and looked back at the past without weakness.

In her mind, she was still thinking about why Mo Chen was looking at that land, did she want the boundless sea of fire, and turn back to the shore?

An idea passed quickly, and Qi Yan didn't have time to grasp it, so he patted his head with his hand with some annoyance.

Suddenly, his eyes swept away, and he became clear in an instant, a bold idea formed in his mind, Qi Yan's voice was a little trembling, and he couldn't speak, but he still shouted: "Hurry, hurry, hurry, run back!"