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"Don't you know Mangjun master?" The master, the master's words finally stopped, and changed to another set of words, and the tone was obviously a little depressed.

Mangjun: Hao Chen really doesn't remember knowing such a person, what about Gu Lao?

Gu Lao sat in the hut, frowning, he seemed to have a sense of familiarity with the name of this Mangjun, but he couldn't remember where he heard and saw it, and his mind was like an extra fog, covering up all the information about this name.

In other words, the old man really knows this Mangjun! Then the master he calls is the old man of the drum, the drum and a crane?

"Probably yes!" Drum Lao rubbed his temples, also with a puzzled face.

"Then how do I answer him?" The voice began to repeat again, the master recognized Mangjun, the master did not recognize Mangjun, disappointed, lost, as if he was about to cry.

"What's the noise, let's respond?" Hao Chen was a little sad when he heard it, although he didn't know what this thing was or where it was, but his hoarse voice was distressing.

"It's okay. Honestly, he couldn't remember, and he didn't know how to convey his voice to the other party, because to put it bluntly, his words could not reach anyone's ears except for the bearer and the person who was the soul of each other. But he didn't understand how this Mangjun sensed his existence?

Maybe it really has something to do with my forgotten memories.

Drum Lao rarely mentioned the part of his amnesia, although he had been reprimanded by Staris before, saying that the idea in his head was wrong, his enemy was an apostate, and all he had to do was to assist Hao Chen to become the "Heavenly Sage", but Drum Boss felt that things were not so simple, and he remembered the hatred of the apostate, but it seemed that there was something he had forgotten.

"Mangjun, your name is Mangjun, right, where are you Why can't I see you? I don't know who your master is, but maybe I have some information related to your master, do you want to know?" Carrying an unconscious child on his back, and coaxing an old character with a nosy voice who didn't know where, Hao Chen was really worried.

"It's not you, it's not you, who are you?" The crying paused, with a hint of doubt, if it weren't for the old and thick voice, Hao Chen really felt that he was coaxing a child.

"I'm Hao Chen. ”

"It's so heavy, it's not sinking, it's not sinking. ”

“...... No, I mean, my name is Hao Chen, my surname is Chi'er Hao, my name is Chen, Hao Chen. "It's really the first time that someone can hear their name as an adjective, stumping the other person's low intelligence?

"Oh, then why do you have the smell of your master? Why did you come here? This is Mangjun's world. With an old and rich voice, the words asked were full of childishness that had not yet been involved in the world, this Mangjun was really strange.

"I'm here to escort the wounded young man on my back, passing through you, and I have the smell of your master?

"Drum Boss, who is Drum Boss? Mang Jun doesn't recognize it, but the person on your back is incomplete in soul and very pitiful. ”

Mangjun has not yet appeared, but just by perception, he can know that the young man on Hao Chen's back is already incomplete, and Hao Chen secretly sighs in his heart that this Mangjun is not simple.

"So I'm going to escort him back, and I'll pass you a few more times in a moment. Hao Chen had never been so patient to talk so much to someone who didn't know where he was and who was playing with a child's temper.

"Oh, you have the aura of a master on you, you can safely walk through Mangjun, Mangjun will send you, Mangjun likes you. ”

After saying this, Hao Chen had goosebumps on his body, but why was he walking through Mangjun's body, he was obviously in the golden liquid?

"Where is Mangjun?" Hao Chen asked.

"You are inside the shield of Mangjun, Mangjun can see you, you can't see Mangjun. ”

Seeing that there was a place similar to an exit in front of him, getting closer and closer, Hao Chen could only put down this Mangjun time first and send the child behind him over.

A burst of white light flickered, Hao Chen opened his eyes again, and came to a place similar to a basement, where something similar to a large bronze mirror was also bulged out, embedded in the cement floor. There are complete tables, chairs, wardrobes, and a wooden bed for resting and a desk, which is placed next to the heater.

The feeling of finally returning to the modern world.

Hao Chen put down the young man on his back and looked around, Situ Chuang was sitting on the chair in front of the desk, flipping through something. Just asked Hao Chen to put the person on the sheet he had laid out, and didn't pay much attention to it, so he urged him to hurry back to pick up the person, because it was already 4 o'clock in the morning, and it was about to dawn.

Let the young man lie down, Hao Chen didn't delay much, there were still 4 people to carry back, he immediately got into the device again, and returned the same way.

Passing by again, Mang Jun was still like a child, his voice echoing in Hao Chen's ears, asking questions, as if he had regarded himself as his master.

Seeing that on the last trip, Hao Chen carried Situ Hat, who was wearing Shi Xiang's shell, on his back, and used this tool for the last time, Hao Chen suddenly felt a little reluctant, not because he was reluctant to give up this tomb, but because he was a little reluctant to give up the Mangjun under the golden light.

It is still a watery world of golden mangs, Hao Chen began to be a little silent, no matter what Mang Jun said, he looked thoughtful, Gu Lao was at ease, he never went to his heart much about the things he couldn't remember, he would see him again if he had a fate, but Hao Chen didn't, he even began to worry about whether this Mang Jun, who had been lonely for too long, would be even more lonely after this.

On the way back and forth, Hao Chen listened to him like a child reporting to his work, and told Hao Chen all in one go, defenseless, like the person he trusted the most.

According to Mangjun, it is not a human, not a beast, but a spirit, a kind of spiritual creature formed by the essence of heaven and earth, called "Liuyuan", they can travel back and forth between the ground and the underground, and travel at will during the period, without any obstruction and restrictions.

Their appearance, though it looks like a golden river, is only a medium for the flow between their shell and the entity, both to protect it from predators and to serve as a conduit for other races, while the body is a ball of light, protected in the middle of the medium.

And as long as he wants, anyone can borrow this golden medium to travel between two places at any distance.

"Then why are you here?" If Mangjun's master is inextricably linked with Gu Lao, then why did he appear here? This passage should be made by Situ Hate on his back now, between Mangjun and him?

"......" Mangjun was silent for a while.

"Are you embarrassed?" Hao Chen asked.

"The person on your back, Mangjun recognizes. His voice was visibly muffled, even with a hint of fear.