Spoiling his wife too much: This villain is too gentle

Chapter 365
"The demon devours the immortal clan and the origin of the same kind, and the immortal clan kills each other... This is a very common thing in ancient times."

Mo Jiu has that kind of scene in his memory, he watched the battles, the plains were turned into abyss, and the corpses piled up in the wasteland.

The smoke is everywhere, and the clans are fighting each other, but he stands on the sidelines until she appears...

Antiquity?

When Lin Jin heard this word, the silver-haired man talked about the ancient times as if he had really experienced that era. He suddenly remembered the memory that the person named Elvis Dracula showed him in his mind.

"Mo Jiu, are you okay?" Ye Shurong was more concerned about the man's slightly pale thin lips, she held the man's wrist, and lost her pure spiritual power to him.

The warm strength brought her gentleness and carefulness, Mo Jiu didn't want her to leave with her hand, but she still reached out to stop her.

"I'm fine, don't waste your strength."

Holding her hand behind his back, Mo Jiu led Ye Shurong to the distant tomb. He didn't remember, he forgot who hid a battlefield corpse in the All Saints' Secret Realm. His memory gap may be related to the brain region. The blocked light group in the movie is related to...

"Are we really going to that cemetery?!" Su Zhao had an intuition that it should be the most dangerous direction, even looking at that scene felt a bit intrusive.

The silver-haired man didn't even look at him, and walked forward with his own girl, completely treating the other two as air.

It wasn't until Ye Shurong looked at him curiously that Mo Jiu sighed.

"Extreme things will be reversed. It will make people feel extremely dangerous there, but it is the only way to survive."

It was barren, without any vitality, and the wind blowing had no source, and all kinds of dilapidated cloth belts were blown on the grave. Su Zhao felt a little cold, and the chill penetrated into the marrow of his bones.

Mo Jiu put the black coat on Ye Shurong's body, her movements were as smooth as if she had done it countless times...

"I..." Ye Shurong wanted to say that she didn't need it at all, but the other person's actions gave her an inexplicable sense of familiarity, but she couldn't remember it. She gathered her coat with her hands, her eyes were a little confused.

They obviously felt that they could reach the end soon, but the road stretched all the way, and they didn't dare to speed up for fear of bumping into danger.

Suddenly Lin Jin stopped and looked at a certain place. Su Zhao was surprised at first, and then also.

A piece of tomb, on which there are old swords, some with only the hilt left, some with half of the blade missing, and none of them intact...

"Is that...our ancestor?" The sense of echo from the bloodline made their sword energy start to stir, and the two young men moved towards the grave as if they were bewitched.

Ye Shurong wanted to stop them, but Mo Jiu suddenly grabbed her hand and locked her in his arms.

"Hey! Let go, what if something happens to them!"

Ye Shurong really wanted to bite this guy, Lin Jin and Su Zhao couldn't have an accident, she watched them approaching the grave, and Sikong's power was activated.

Mo Jiu raised her hand to restrain the naughty girl, Ye Shurong's eyes instantly burst into flames, did that trick again? !

"You run over to influence them." Mo Jiu pinched her face recklessly, it felt so good...

This nasty guy!The girl was full of anger, all aloofness and composure were gone.

"Their ancestors would not harm their own children. You may not have been in the past. Didn't you find that they are the only ones who can approach there?"

Ye Shurong naturally knew that it was repelling non-clan members, but...she could reach it by teleportation.

"By the way, why do you suddenly know so much?"

Ye Shurong has always been very strange, but because the other party's aura has not changed, it is still the same person she is familiar with, so she didn't say it out.

But...he used to be a dull gourd who could hardly speak a word.

(End of this chapter)