"How could I forget Mo Yucun?"

Yan Mo reached out to cover his eyes, and still couldn't believe that he had done such a thing.

When so many people's lives and so many voices echoed in their ears, Yan Mo almost couldn't know what he felt deep in his heart.

Over the years, the people in Moyu Village must have hated him, right?

Those shadows have never entered his dream once.

But, really, it really shouldn't be like this!

Moyu Village, Moyu Village, Yan Mo couldn't bear it and cried, did he forget Moyu Village for too long?

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"Hey? Young Master Yan is a man?"

Ling Zhan looked at Yan Mo where he was before and did not find Yan Mo's figure. He just looked at the little fox in his hand. He didn't know what to do for a while.

"Young Master Yan still has injuries on his hand, where can he run to?"

Ling Zhan looked around empty, but still couldn't figure out where Yan Mo went.

"What is your little thing?"

Unable to see Yan Mo's figure, Ling Zhan just reached out to pick up the little fox and looked at it carefully, but still couldn't figure out what it was.

Judging from the face of the little fox, it is still more like a red flame fox, but the color of the fur doesn't look like a red flame fox, it should be an illusion.

Ling Zhan looked at the little fox with a little distracted look. When he looked at the little fox's eyes, a palace seemed to flash in front of Ling Zhan's eyes.

Ling Zhan shook his head and looked at the little fox. Thinking of the phantom that had passed by before, he thought that this matter might be a coincidence. How could it have something to do with the little fox?

Unfortunately, Ling Zhan was wrong. The reason why such a scene appeared in front of him was really because of the little fox.

Ling Zhan stood in a completely unfamiliar place, in the blink of an eye, why?

In a strange place, the smell of blood was blocked, and the little fox in his hand disappeared.

At this time, if Ling Zhan doesn't know what happened, Ling Zhan is really not in the world.

"Tsk!"

After discovering that the little fox disappeared, Ling Zhan knew that the little fox was indeed not a simple person.

Ling Zhan reached out and touched his neck, thinking about how to leave here.

But why did the little fox want Ling Zhan to come to such a place?

At this point, Ling Zhan himself is not very clear about this matter.

Ling Zhan looked around and found that there was no problem. He just withdrew his gaze. What would happen next was really uncontrollable.

Now, no one can help Ling Zhan. As for his own words, he always feels that something is wrong.

There were rose-red flames floating in the corner that Ling Zhan could not see. Ling Zhan, who was looking around, didn't notice this at all.

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“Where is my road?”

Nangong Ziyan looked at the road ahead and thought that he didn't know where to go now, but was full of depression.

Nangong Ziyan felt that his life was in chaos. Nangong Qingyu's affairs, Changshengguo's affairs, and everything was on the tip of a knife. It felt really powerless to do anything like that.

The road ahead was chosen by Nangong Ziyan himself. Whether it is loneliness or empty, it is always his choice.

For Nangong Ziyan, find the meaning of your own survival, find the meaning of the existence of the longevity fruit, and stick to your own ending after you stick to your life.

That may be a relatively normal thing for Nangong Ziyan.

But, what should I say?

Nangong Ziyan always felt that this road was a little lonely.

Let’s not talk about the longevity fruit for now, the green light in Nangong Ziyan’s hand is an existence that Nangong Ziyan cannot control.

"A tree of life without a boundless end?"

Speaking of which, this is the first time that Nangong Ziyan has learned what the name of the sapling in the soul sea is.

A tree of life without boundaries?

Judging from this name, it may be similar to the longevity fruit.

Life span is probably still tied to the whole world. Nangong Ziyan has the tree of longevity. I am afraid that no matter what path the whirlpool of history is heading, Nangong Ziyan has to leave his name in history with the tree of longevity and longevity fruit.

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Nangong Ziyan could not understand the person he had never seen in tens of thousands of years.

When Nangong Ziyan knew the name of Wanshou Wujiang Tree, he followed him to Xingyuan Valley.

Xingyuan Valley is not very far from the present place. If Nangong Ziyan was in the past, it would seem relatively simple.

But, what can I do after going to Xingyuan Valley?

Now, alone, wherever you go, what are you going?

Nangong Ziyan's whole mind was almost confused. Looking at the direction where Xingyuan Valley was located, there was a silence.

Later, I didn’t know what Nangong Ziyan was thinking, so he headed towards Xingyuan Valley.

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Yan Mo leaned against the courtyard wall, and had no strength left all over his body, and could no longer stand up. He could only sit here, looking at the corpse that was close to him, the familiar and strange corpse.

While sitting here, Yan Mo thought of Mo Yu Village and remembered that this happened more than ten years ago.

When Yan Mo thought of this, he was silent. Is it so long that time has passed?

However, in my memory, Mo Yu Village is not just like this, but even more cruel things happen later.

However, all this is powerless to change, and Yan Mo cannot interfere in this matter.

Puff!

Puff!

Yan Mo reached out and rubbed his face, stood up on the courtyard wall, and then walked forward step by step.

Some things are powerless to change, while others need to be witnessed with their own eyes.

The sound of sizzling flames sounded, with a burning sensation that swept through, which was the breath of fire waves.

"Is this true?"

When the fire waves swept over, Yan Mo was stunned for a moment and headed further away.

What I already know about is what is the matter of being surprised now?

Now, Yan Mo should only continue to move forward and walk forward. When he reaches the end, he may be able to leave Shuyucun.

The existence in memory allows him to exist in memory and appear before Yan Mo, which is not a good thing for Yan Mo.

"Mo Yucun, it's me that I'm late."

Yan Mo stumbled forward, his eyes still moist.

Some things that Yan Mo can truly understand, right?

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"Why are you here?"

Ling Zhan looked at the person in front of him and stopped suddenly, even a little uncertain whether the person in front of him was the person he knew.

The man opposite never spoke, but just stretched out his hand and a gray whip appeared in his hand. Taking advantage of Ling Zhan's loss of consciousness, he fell to the ground with a whip and rang out a "pop" life.

Ling Zhan looked at the man's movements and his expression gradually became colder. Then he pursed his lips, which meant to start fucking if he had a disagreement.

However, it seemed that it was over. The man stood here, straight and had no movement.

Bang!

Ling Zhan was about to look at the person he was familiar with, but when he heard another sound coming from behind him, his feet that were about to step out were like this.

Ling Zhan followed the remaining fluctuations of the previous sound and found the thing that suddenly made a sound.

It was something like a meteor hammer, but it looked like it was half-body. What kind of person could pick up this thing like a hammer?

Just when this thing is placed on the ground, it feels a sense of weight.

This thing must not be lifted by casual people.

Seeing this thing, Ling Zhan thought clearly about who this thing belongs to. Why is it so strange?

However, when Ling Zhan looked at this thing similar to a meteor hammer, his eyes narrowed, as if he had seen something that shouldn't exist.

However, what surprised Ling Zhan even more was the next thing.

He walked out slowly, walked past Ling Zhan, and pulled the meteor hammer as soon as he reached out, then carried it on his shoulder, looking effortlessly.

Looking at this person, Ling Zhan finally understood something. Most of the people who appear here are people he knows, whether they are living or dead.
To be continued...