Three days have passed in the blink of an eye. The passage of time is something that people can't fathom, but it's something that makes people cherish their time more.

"If, one day, I become a fairy, I will let time stay in the most beautiful moment forever" Watching the old ghost wait in the distance for a long time, Mo Li let go of Yuqing's embrace.

"Brother Mo, give it to you" Yuqing took out a pendant and sent it to Mo Li.

Mo Li looked at the pendant and felt a little reluctant, his nose was sour, "Tears before the flower, injury under the moon" Mo Li turned his back and rubbed his eyes.

"Take care of yourself" Mo Li smiled at Yuqing, took out a leaf and handed it to Yuqing, and turned his head towards the old ghost.

Mo Li didn't dare to look back, and the tears kept rolling in his eyes.

Yuqing looked at Mo Li's back, in order not to worry Mo Li, Yuqing ran back to the dormitory to cover the quilt, and then, there was a whimpering sound in the quilt, Yuqing suddenly lifted the quilt, opened the window and looked ahead, Mo Li was no longer there, and Yuqing's eyes were already blurred, "Brother Mo, I'll wait for you"

"Old ghost, you are" Looking at the old ghost's whole cart of equipment, Mo Li felt speechless, this Nima is not going to war.

"Brother Mo, look at this" After speaking, the old ghost opened the black suitcase in the car.

"Damn, put it away," Mo Li saw the contents of the suitcase and scolded the old ghost.

"Brother Mo, that place is very weird, so it is safe to bring these things, Brother Mo gets in the car"

Originally, Mo Li planned to let the old ghost buy some simple and necessary equipment, and then make a train to pass, but now looking at the old ghost's posture is really like going to fight, maybe this is all related to the real experience of the old ghost, and it is a little different from the thinking of ordinary people.

Mo Li's routes in the past few days were all disrupted, and then in the hurried discussion of several people, he found a farther route, which basically belonged to those rural routes, and it was not that he didn't want to take the highway, but there was something in the car that couldn't see the light.

Night had fallen, passing through a remote village, the old ghost stopped the car, "Brother Mo, I think I'll spend the night here tonight"

Mo Li nodded, and knocked on the door casually.

"Who, wait a minute, old man, it's so late," murmured from inside the room, and then an old man opened the door with an oil lamp in his hand.

The village apparently doesn't have access to electrical appliances such as electric lights, and the sparsely populated village is remarkably quiet.

"Uncle, we're coming" As soon as the old ghost spoke, the old man "snapped" and closed the door, and then there was the sound of the door being cut.

"Uncle, we are traveling, passing by here, and want to spend the night" Mo Li knocked on the door again, but there was no movement in the house.

Looking at the sparse houses, the old ghost pointed to a family and said to Mo Li: "Brother Mo, do you want to try it again?"

"No need, make do in the car tonight" Mo Li glanced at the old ghost and shook his head, when anyone knocked on the door, a person with a face full of meat appeared in front of him, who is not afraid?

The next morning, several people slept very uncomfortably in the car, and the old ghost still drove the car, driving on the mountain road, listening to songs and looking at the scenery along the way, and it was not so dull, but people were stuffed with cold water on their backs.

Black smoke suddenly rose from the car, accompanied by the sound of cannons, the old ghost hurriedly parked the car, got out of the car to check the reason, and Mo Li got out of the car to drink saliva from the stream on the side.

"What's going on" Mo Li took a pot of water by the way and handed it to the eighth child on the side.

"The engine is broken!" said the old ghost with a black face poking his head out to Mo Li.

"Damn, old ghost, can you fix it?"

"It's completely scrapped," the old ghost reluctantly dropped the wrench and sat on the ground.

Looking at the broken van, Mo Li wanted to step forward and tear up the old ghost, this Nima is 10 million, and you can't buy a better car.

And now the location is on a winding road halfway up the mountain, and I can't see a car passing by after waiting for an afternoon.

Mo Li picked out some more important things from a few people, and walked along the mountain road with a big bag for each person.

This time, I was pitted by the old ghost, if I hadn't brought these things, I would have arrived early, and it was almost dark here, so a few people put down their packages and took daggers to cut down a few trees with more leaves, and found a relatively flat place to set up a simple tent.

Mo Li and a few people were lucky, just set up the tent, I saw a robe passing by in the distance, Mo Li threw a fireball in his hand, dinner was down, and he didn't eat the compressed biscuits.

Fireball technique, since Mo Li's cultivation, there will only be this kind of spell, this is still Mo Li's own understanding, the tragedy is that it can only last for a moment.

Because it is a deep mountain, there are often some fierce beasts, snakes and other dangerous things, the night has to arrange a vigil, after discussion, the first half of the night is the old eight, the middle of the night is the old ghost, this time in the early morning is guarded by Mo Li, a few people have eaten the robe meat, Mo Li and the old ghost spread some clothes on the ground, and then there was the snoring of the old ghost, probably last night in the car to make do, did not sleep well.

Mo Li has been thinking about some things, and in the blink of an eye, when the old ghost takes over in the middle of the night, Mo Li still hasn't fallen asleep, but at this time, there are bursts of whine~~~ crying in the distance.

There are some temporary things in the past few days, and there is no update, and the old five will remember it and make up for the readers when they are free

Time is the same for everyone, it is very important, no more and no less, you waste it is equivalent to wasting your good years, losing your existing youth, losing your current appearance, losing your current talent, losing what you want to do now but not doing, people often say that writing should be inspired. Yes, inspiration is indeed very important, but what is the so-called inspiration? Lao Wu has made some changes in the setting of these chapters, hey, no way, out of the picture in my original memory, it's really a little stuck.