The moon is bright and the wind is clear

Mo Qingfeng immediately thought of the phantom sound score, because he had learned from Guardian Ming before that in order to practice the phantom sound score, one must use a heart formula to assist in the practice, so as not to become obsessed or lose all internal strength, but the leader has always He didn't tell him the name and location of the heart formula, but now that he thinks about it, everything is connected.

This must be the case, I have been stuck at a certain stage in my practice of phantom sound score before, and now I have developed to the point of San Gong, but I didn't use Huan Xin Jue as an aid, otherwise he may have already completed the practice now.

Then the mechanism outside the cave and the stone room were designed by his father, and the bones he saw just now must have been some people who heard some rumors and wanted to steal the magic heart formula.

Then... is this woman really her biological mother?

If it is true, then the leader designed this stone chamber to preserve his mother's body?

That was really unusual, because in his impression of the leader of Qingyuan sect, his father, Mo Yuqiu, had always been a cold and ruthless person, not only for his followers, but also for himself.It never occurred to him that his father was actually an infatuated with unforgettable old love.

Mo Qingfeng simply stopped thinking about Mo Yuqiu, and didn't want to think about the whipping and humiliation he brought to him when he was a child.

Mo Qingfeng only sneered, and put the heart formula in his arms.

Seeing Mo Qingfeng, Sikong Lang seemed to have got a book and said, "It seems that there are some good things in this coffin. What are they? Show me."

"Don't worry about it!" Mo Qingfeng replied with only three words, and Sikong Lang stopped talking, because he knew that it was useless for him to speak.

When Mo Qingfeng took care of everything and put the coffin back, Sikong Lang suddenly saw Mo Qingfeng standing there motionless.

Sikong Lang said to Mo Qingfeng's completely motionless back: "What's the matter with you? You're going to leave when you're done, why are you standing there? Could it be that you still want to move that female corpse away?"

After finishing speaking, Sikong Lang said a few more words loudly to the back. Seeing that Mo Qingfeng still didn't respond, he also jumped up the steps and walked to the place where the coffin was placed.

He patted Mo Qingfeng on the shoulder and said, "Let's go." He wanted to turn his head and leave, but the next moment, a pair of hands grabbed his neck.

Sikong Lang instantly understood who those hands belonged to, he was startled in his heart, what happened to Mo Qi?Just now I wanted to go to hell with him, but now I want to murder my husband?

But he had no time to think about other things, because those hands were still pinching him desperately, his face was turning blue, and he was about to suffocate, if he didn't fight back, he would die immediately!

Immediately, Sikong Lang quickly and desperately pulled away the hands pinching his neck, finally giving him room to breathe, he tried to force out a little voice: "Mo Qi Mo Qi! What's wrong with you, you want... kill me?"

At this time, he finally saw Mo Qingfeng's face clearly.

Is this still the Mo Qingfeng he knew?To be honest, this was the first time he had seen Mo Qingfeng like this, with scarlet face, bloodthirsty eyes, bulging veins, and a sneer at the corner of his mouth, like a deadly ghost.

"Little Qi...Little...Little Qi, I am Sikong Lang!"

Sikong Lang tried his best to pull Mo Qingfeng away from him, but the other party suddenly became as powerful as an ox. He simply had more than enough energy, and if he continued like this, he would definitely die.

Sikong Lang felt that Mo Qingfeng's face was becoming more and more blurred in front of him. At this moment, Mo Qingfeng suddenly let go.

Sikong Lang seized this gap, exerted the strength in his palm, and pushed Mo Qingfeng down the stairs.

Mo Qingfeng was thrown out instantly.

Although the palm of Sikong Lang just now didn't really move his true energy, it was still very lethal to Mo Qingfeng who had no inner strength now.Mo Qingfeng fell to the ground, clutching his chest and gasping for breath, his complexion was very pale for a time, as if he had been severely injured.

Seeing this situation, Sikong Lang secretly cursed himself for hitting too hard, he had just healed from the damage to his muscles and bones before, and now he has no internal strength to protect his body, so naturally he couldn't withstand such a slap from him.

Then he hurried over to check his condition, only to see that Mo Qingfeng was slammed to the ground like a disintegrated puppet, looking very embarrassed.

Sikong Lang squatted down, wanting to help him up, but unexpectedly he was pressed to the ground by him the next moment, and then his neck tightened again!

Mo Qingfeng pinched Sikong Lang's neck fiercely with both hands, and smiled fiercely, as if he was determined to put Sikong Lang to death.

Sikong Lang's face turned blue and he couldn't breathe, and in a hurry, he poked Mo Qingfeng somewhere, and the other party screamed "ah", and the hand on his neck subconsciously let go.

Sikong Lang seized this opportunity, restrained Mo Qingfeng at once, and restrained him severely with his body.But Mo Qingfeng's feet were still struggling, and his hands were waving wildly.

Seeing that he really couldn't stop, he pressed Mo Qingfeng down with his whole body, and his legs also desperately suppressed the constantly struggling legs under him.

"Mo Qi! Mo Qi! What's wrong with you, wake up!"

Seeing Mo Qingfeng's mind-lost appearance, Sikong Lang also expected that he must have something to do with that coffin, maybe that coffin is a circle of fascination, and getting close to it can make people lose their minds.

Sikong Lang called Mo Qingfeng's name a few more times, but seeing that it still didn't work, a thought suddenly popped into his mind.

In his hometown, he heard old people say that if someone loses his mind, he can only be resolved by giving him a breath of "breath in the chest" mouth to mouth.

Never mind, let's try it.In short, in the current situation, he can only be treated as a dead horse as a living horse doctor.

Immediately, Sikong Lang naturally moved his mouth close to Mo Qingfeng's who was still struggling, and Mo Qingfeng suddenly saw a magnified facial features, of course he refused, so he struggled even harder.

Sikong Lang had no choice but to forcibly pinch Mo Qingfeng's chin with his hands, forcing him to open his mouth so that he would stop moving.

Mo Qingfeng yelled "Mmmm", Sikong Lang put his heart on it and put his mouth on Mo Qingfeng's lips.

The two lips pressed together, and Mo Qingfeng, who was still struggling at first, calmed down under this warm and moist touch.The eyes also gradually blurred from the fierce light just now, and finally closed them as if intoxicated.

It seemed that it was really useful, so Sikong Lang continued to send "popularity" to Mo Qingfeng's mouth.But for some reason, Mo Qingfeng suddenly stuck out his tongue and entangled with his tongue. At first Sikong Lang was a little dazed, but then he responded naturally, followed by a part of his body that seemed to quietly rise. some changes.

His whole body seemed to be a little hot, and his lips and tongue also penetrated deeper into Mo Qingfeng's mouth, rampaging there, wantonly grabbing sweets.

Feeling more and more out of control, Sikong Lang tore open Mo Qingfeng's skirt uncontrollably, put his hand into his skirt, and stroked his firm and smooth chest.

"Hmm..." At some point, Mo Qingfeng snorted softly, which stimulated Sikong Lang's senses even more, and then used his knee to pry open Mo Qingfeng's right leg, rubbing against the base of his thigh.

Mo Qingfeng felt a sudden fever down below, then opened his eyes and suddenly woke up.