no one knows better than me

Both Zhuang Qingliu and Zhu Heng stared at the mural without opening their mouths. Mei Xiaohan raised his hand beside him, pressed Mei Si'e's shoulder softly, and said softly: "...a mural can't tell anything, There's more below, let's look down first."

Mei Hualan shook Zhuang Qingliu's hand, didn't say much, just led her down the sky, and came directly to the first mural on the second floor.

The murals on the second floor are the ones they had seen when they came to the altar before. The first one painted the bright aura of Gumeng Chaoxian Island, and then a huge rainbow bridge appeared on the edge of the island. The long and shocking bridge spans the sea and waves painted with blue and white paint below, and is far connected with the fairy land of mankind.

And those who come and go on the bridge are many little people with shadows or no shadows under their feet, representing the people of the human race and Gumengchao respectively.These people's expressions and movements are very joyful, and they will greet each other and walk hand in hand, which means that the relationship is very good.

Obviously, the purpose of this mural is to illustrate that the human race and Gumengchao have built a bridge of communication and interaction with each other, and it goes without saying that Zhuang Huang, who was persuaded by Yinjia Xianjun, was the one-handed pusher. and facilitated.

So in the next picture, the picture follows the Rainbow Bridge to the snow-topped Heavenly Palace surrounded by five golden clouds. At this moment, the Heavenly Palace is full of bright lights and music, and many people with different expressions and movements are enjoying themselves. Gathering together for a banquet, half of the feet have various shadows on the soles of their feet, and the other half do not.It means that after Mengchao and the human race successfully built a rainbow bridge to communicate with each other, the fairyland of the human race is hosting a banquet for the people of Gumengchao, and the two sides are celebrating this unprecedented new relationship.

There are so many details in this mural, so several people floated in front of the wall for a while without moving, looking back and forth carefully.

For example, in the picture at this time, Zhuang Huang seems to have become half the owner of Xueding Tiangong. Her banquet table table is not listed with the old Mengchao people, but is still at the top, next to Yinjia. Xianjun is juxtaposed in the same row.

And no matter whether she came forward to toast or wherever Zhuang Huang got up and went, everyone in the entire Snow-topped Heavenly Palace would bend down and fold their hands in salute to her with great respect.This kind of salute has also happened before, it was to express the absolute dignity and dominance of Immortal Yinjia in the human race, and those people have been doing it naturally towards him.

So the content of this mural seems to further confirm the guess that made everyone feel unspeakably weird.

After Zhuang Qingliu glanced over it indifferently, he didn't look at it at all. He just went down and walked back and forth to pay attention to the lifelike expressions and expressions on the faces of every villain at the banquet.There are hundreds of these people who are participating in the banquet, with different postures. At first glance, it seems that they are just to show the excitement of the banquet, but since the last time they came, Mei Hualan has noticed some details, and his eyes are careful. It took a long time to patrol the faces of these villains.

This time, as expected, Mei Siji, who resembles her the most, also keenly noticed something, and suddenly stretched out her hand, pointing in a low voice: "Mr. Duanzhu, Senior Zhuang, Lord Yan, look—the palm here is facing upwards." The flipping action also appeared in the previous picture, this is a gesture of veto."

Mei Xiaohan who was next to her gave her a very approving look, then pressed Mei Si'e's head that didn't know where to look at the flowers, turned there, and asked persuasively: "So what does this mean, Si'e?"

"...Ah." Mei Siye guessed and replied in a daze, "It explains what request a monk from the fairy world made, so the people from Mengchao disagreed?"

Mei Xiaohan said loudly: "It shows that they are not simply holding a fairy banquet, clinking glasses between hello and me, but still discussing many things at the banquet!"

Mei Sie was a little nervous and turned around, and said in a weak voice: "...Master Yan, is there any difference between what I said and what you said?"

"What you're talking about is just a simple communication between two people. I guess what's going on in the overall situation! For example, according to what you said, it may be that a monk from the fairy world said to Gu Mengchao, Grandpa Crane, 'Take you Take off your trousers, let me see what color is the hair on the tip of your tail?', then Grandpa Xianhe of Gumengchao angrily rejected him! And according to my guess, if they are discussing something as a whole, then It is impossible to make such a ridiculous request!" Mei Xiaohan said heartbrokenly, "You can't teach a child!"

Mei Siye: "..."

Everyone: "..."

Zhu Heng's pig-looking eyes fell on Mei Xiaohan's face again, as if he was rather disgusted: "What are you talking about?"

Mei Xiaohan replied, "You are a stinky pig, why are you looking at me like that?", then turned to Mei Hualan and Zhuang Qingliu and said, "Hua Lan, senior Zhuang, you know what I'm talking about, right? ?”

Mei Hualan let out a soft "hmm", her eyes calmly fell on the mural, and she walked back and forth in a small way, saying: "There are thirteen veto gestures on it, which means that the immortals of the human race have put forward many demands. Therefore, everyone in Mengchao rejected them one by one.”

After a while, she said again: "And if you look carefully, the expressions on the faces of many human immortals include hypocrisy, flattery, eyelashes closed after being rejected, mouth corners that are obviously curled into a smile, and eyes that are sharp. There is a straight-line smile hiding a knife, and there is also a silent sneer at the old dreamer who pretends to drink with his sleeves covered, but secretly turns his head behind the sleeves. There are various poses and different expressions."

The details of this mural are too expressive, so what Mei Hualan said can be clearly seen.Zhu Heng looked cold and silent, Mei Siye asked blankly: "Ah, that's right, but what does it mean?"

Zhuang Qingliu said calmly: "It's very simple, the meaning is only three words-dissatisfied."

Mei Hualan embraced her and moved to the next mural.It can be seen from the background of this mural that it is a secret room, where a group of immortals with high human status and cultivation are discussing in secret, and the silver armored immortal in the middle is sitting calmly on the throne of golden silk auspicious clouds, surrounded by A circle of spiritual light was shining, and his hands were crossed together, casually touching the hilt of the ugly sword.

But in front of him, a large group of people with excited expressions seemed to be arguing about something, some were pointing down, some made a gesture of crossing their arms, and several others even drew their swords.

Mei Hualan's eyes turned to a few places - the people who pointed down were referring to a group of human monks whose spiritual aura was getting dimmed. Someone was holding a newborn baby on his arm, but the baby had no spiritual aura; He just died on the bed, but his beard was still black; someone was fighting with a ghost, and his throat was crushed by the ghost's claws.

Around the top of everyone's head, there is a faint layer of aura that is getting fainter and fainter.

Mei Siji said in a low voice: "As for those who drew their swords, the point of their sword points was the direction of Gumengchao."

Mei Si'e whispered: "Let me guess, this means that a scoop of water can't put out the fire. Although Gumengchao opened up the spiritual island, allowing the immortals of the human race to come to the island where the spiritual energy is abundant, but the whole area of ​​the human race The aura of Xianlu is still getting less and less, and they carry water from afar to quench their thirst, which is far from enough."

Mei Siji pointed seriously: "But at the end of a group of people quarreling, Yinjia Xianjun obviously drew his sword and pointed at the group of people indicated by Gu Mengchao in a gesture of veto. He did not agree to attack."

Mei Xiaohan patted the heads of the two of them, and said: "We, Si'e, are finally not confused, come here and continue watching."

Zhuang Qingliu slightly raised his eyebrows, and turned to the next one with Mei Hualan. In fact, according to their memory, the words of these murals had already been memorized in their minds, and they had already connected the content without reading.It's just that there are a lot of overall details that you don't know until you watch it for the second time.

On the third wall, the huge altar of Gumengchao is painted in the center. In front of the altar, a group of Gumengchao clansmen are gathering for a meeting.When watching it the last time, everyone only noticed Zhuang Huang who was holding the same long knife as Zhuang Qingliu, but after careful observation this time, several people could see that Zhuang Huang had a very dignified and deep expression.

The most important thing is that Mei Siji reached out and pointed at the corner, drew another big circle, and said in a low voice: "Mr. Duanzhu, Senior Zhuang, look here."

What she was referring to was the circle of trees with deep shadows and dense flowers and grass painted around the edge of the altar, which symbolized the picture of the mountains and wilderness on Gumengchao Island.But if you look carefully, these lines are hidden in the dark mountains and forests, and there are actually countless people hidden, countless people who have no shadows under their feet!

Mei Siji pointed softly: "These are monks of the human race, they are holding weapons and spells tightly in their hands, this one is stabbing a snow deer, this one is opening his own trap to check, and the one on the far side, you guys Looking at his bulging waist bag, it seems that something is dripping down."

"It's blood." This string of small dots was drawn with red paint. Obviously, Mei Siye frowned deeply, "These are some monks from the human race who secretly hunted spirit beasts everywhere in Gumengchao."

Zhuang Qingliu's eyes turned, and he landed in a dense forest. In the bushes here, a human monk was kneeling, swinging a blood-stained dagger beside him, and in front of him was an undead and panting. The horned zebra, the zebra was neighing angrily, while the monk in front of it was holding a round golden object out of its body with both hands, with joyful greed on its face.

This is a panacea.

Mei Si'e stretched out her finger in disbelief: "Why are these people in front of the altar still talking, don't stop them."

"Because these are things that have happened in a while. Didn't you see that the lines used to draw these things are imaginary." Zhu Heng glanced at her coldly, "And whose fault is this? Is it strange that those people didn't stop it?"

Although she didn't do it by herself, Mei Si'e was frightened on the spot when she was stared at by Palace Mistress Zhu's cold voice and gaze, and quietly walked around in a big circle, hiding beside Mei Xiaohan.Mei Xiaohan looked away briefly from the mural, glanced at the princess speechlessly, then gently slapped her hand, signaling her to be okay and not scare the child.

After the princess looked down at her fluttering sleeves, she glanced at Mei Xiaohan subtly, and turned back without saying anything.

After a few people stood here in silence for a while, they slowly turned to the bottom——at the beginning of the next mural, Zhuang Huang, who knelt for a long time in front of the Gumengchao altar for the last time, came to the Xueding Tiangong, and seemed to be extremely angry. After drawing the knife, he said something sharply at the gate of Tiangong.

In front of her, Immortal Yinjia was also saying something solemnly, while he was pointing at the open space between the two with one hand, and solemnly raised the other hand in a gesture of denial.

Zhuang Qingliu glanced roughly at the painting on the open space and what the silver-armored boy was pointing at were many monks who were bound and knelt and bowed their heads.

Mei Xiaohan gave a soft "ah" and guessed: "These monks who were bound and kneeling on the ground should be those who secretly hunted and killed spirit beasts in Gumengchao, and what Immortal Yinjia means is that these people secretly He didn't know what he was doing, so now it's all tied up and handed over to Zhuang...Master Zhuang to dispose of at will."

Zhu Heng turned his head: "... What is Master Zhuang?"

Mei Xiaohan: "? A master whose surname is Zhuang?" Why bother with this?

Zhu Heng said coolly, "That's my master."

Mr. Yan felt that she was pure nonsense, so he rolled his eyes: "Then why didn't your master take your surname?"

"..." Zhu Heng was so angry that there was a pinch of white smoke on his head that he might have wanted to throw out.

Mei Siji moved a little further away without saying a word, ignored the two very naive people, but carefully analyzed the murals and said: "Senior Zhuang, the fierce look on your master's face seems to have not disappeared, and she also pointed at the murals. What do you mean by a bunch of people tied up?"

"It's the meaning of letting Yinjia Xianjun stand in front of those human monks and kill these people with his own hands, so as to imitate others." Mei Hualan turned her gaze slightly, "Look at her gaze, it is sharp and sharp. On that ugly sword."

Mei Siji nodded again and again, and said modestly and taught: "Mr. Duanzhu really looks more carefully than me."

Mei Hualan seemed to subconsciously not intend to speak again, but suddenly remembered something extra, so she turned her head silently, and added succinctly: "You are also good. Keep it up."

Mei Siji's ears suddenly turned slightly red, and she lowered her eyelashes in embarrassment.

Zhuang Qingliu looked away from the mural for a while, looked at the people around him, then smiled lightly, and held her hand.Mei Si'e, who had never been praised by Meihualan, was very itchy, her eyes widened a lot and she went to look at the mural carefully, hoping to find something herself, but found nothing.

The rest of the mural on the second floor is very simple, that is, Zhuang Huang forced Yinjia Xianjun to do it himself, Yinjia Xianjun didn't move for a while, but lowered his head slightly with a dignified expression, as if he was thinking seriously.At this time, many people beside him showed sullen expressions one after another, stepped forward to block the middle, and glared at Zhuang Huang.

Thinking about the reality of this kind of scene, it is easy to imagine the specific situation. It is nothing more than a group of human monks accusing Zhuang Huang of making progress, saying that his side is sincere enough, and then proceeding from the point of view of one thing. The conflict escalated into many things, and the two sides became more and more angry with each other, each seemed to be justified, and each blamed each other.

In the end, the scene became more and more chaotic, and things got bigger and bigger, and the quarreling drew their swords again, almost wanting to fight.

Immortal Yinjia bowed his head and held his forehead for a while, as if he had a headache, but in the end he still didn't kill these people himself.Instead, he raised his right hand and waved, causing people to take a large number of silver daggers and throw them on the ground, ending the debate accompanied by blood rain by letting these people commit suicide.

Zhuang Huang stared at these people coldly, didn't say anything, just flew away.

The murals on the second floor used to be misty when viewed alone, but now they have to be read carefully to connect all the causes and effects together.

When Zhuang Huang turned to leave, the silver-armored boy looked carefully at the face and expression for a while before closing his gaze, and lightly clasped Mei Hualan's hand.

The two of them didn't need to talk, Mei Hualan would take her down with a smile and start looking at the murals on the third floor.Zhu Heng, Mei Xiaohan and the others quickly joined together and landed on the farthest corner of the wall one after another.

At the beginning of the mural on the third floor, Zhuang Huang, who had left from Xueding Tiangong, flew to the sea with a determined look, and slashed down without hesitation, cutting off the Rainbow Bridge that has been connecting the two sides for a long time!

It is conceivable that such a huge and wonderful Rainbow Bridge took a lot of energy and time from both sides to build it.But now after the flash of the sword, the two sides of the Rainbow Bridge began to collapse rapidly, each of them fell into the sea, and countless colorful light spots representing spiritual power quickly disappeared and flew away.

Mei Sie held her breath with pity on her face, and quickly looked at the next picture - in the next picture, Immortal Yinjia arrived in time!He quickly stood in the turbulent sea with his own strength, with his hands supporting one side of the Rainbow Bridge, his neck turned sideways, and he looked at Zhuang Huang earnestly with an extremely anxious and dignified expression, with his lips slightly parted.

What the two said at this moment, it is naturally impossible to express it in a still mural.But the good thing is that there are no weird and unspeakable pictures in the murals. Immortal Yinjia can only temporarily use spiritual skills to support the two ends of the bridge, but the cold sweat seeping from his forehead is getting more and more.With a very eager expression, he pointed at Zhuang Huang with his chin for a while, pointed at himself for a while, and pointed at Xianlu behind the two of them again, and probably said a lot in a mess.

At this time, Zhuang Huang's figure was drawn side by side on the Broken Bridge, representing different expressions, with hesitation, wavering, irritability, intolerance, anger, and determination. Zhu Heng just looked at it in silence, and he was able to Imagine the tumult and complexity in her heart at this moment many years ago.

But in the end, Zhuang Huang still flew up with a very firm expression, holding the knife and holding the Yinjia Xianjun to support the rainbow bridge that was unwilling to let go, and then returned to the direction of Gumengchao without looking back.

This means that there will be a clean break from now on, and there will be no more contact with each other.

When Meihualan moved her eyes little by little on the wall, she suddenly narrowed her eyes slightly—there are two small details in the mural here.

The first one is that when Zhuang Huang seemed to leave without looking back, in fact, the fingers hanging by his side flipped slightly, and with the help of a small wave that seemed to rise naturally from the sea, the silver armor in the sea Xianjun lifted it up quietly.

And the second one, the Yinjia Xianjun, who seemed to have been very anxious and graceful all the time, calmly turned his fair and handsome face to the back of Zhuang Huang's leaving after taking off, watching her leave with a very gloomy and indifferent expression.Immediately, he opened his sleeves covered with water ripples, circled like an eagle and flew away.

When these two pictures are juxtaposed together and reflect colorful light, it is simply indescribably meaningful.

Mei Si'e took a sneak look at Zhu Heng's face which was so cold that it almost covered the entire stone room, and grabbed Mei Xiaohan's sleeve before daring to whisper: "There are still two murals."

Yes, there are still two more. Mei Siji didn't speak, but her eyes turned to the penultimate wall, and then her scalp went numb, and her breath was slightly suffocated.

In the painting is Gumengchao's spiritual island. However, it is different from the times when it appeared several times before. This time Gumengchao is no longer glittering with gold, but a boundless dazzling red.

These are the colors of fire.

The raging fire seemed to spread from the sky, the flames all over the mountains and plains were billowing, the scorching waves were soaring, and the entire fairy island was burned red, densely packed mountains, plains, plants, animals, all were burning, everything was burning.Suffocating black smoke was blowing everywhere, all the lines were distorted and dark, and the screams and howls seemed to pierce the picture, piercing straight and sharply into people's eardrums and eyeballs.

Mei Si'e felt a chill run down her spine, she couldn't imagine the strong shock when such a hellish scene actually appeared in front of her eyes and ears.Mei Xiaohan tilted his head to glance at Zhuang Qingliu and Zhu Heng solemnly, and then began to carefully observe the tiny places in the fiery red picture. After all, such a picture alone cannot explain how the fire started and who it was. let it go.

"Who else let it go." Zhu Heng's voice was about to ooze ice, and he stretched out his finger, as if his fingertips were going to pierce the wall and go straight into the head of the person in the painting.

Mei Siji stared at it very seriously. There were many mountains, rivers, birds, beasts and figures in the Great Dream Tide Fire, and some people had shadows under their feet, while others did not.This means that there are many monks of the human race.The most important thing is that these monks did not break through the enchantment barrier to come in very strangely, but suddenly popped up from the ground from many fixed places, and after setting off the fire and moving their hands, they suddenly burst out It disappeared immediately.

As we all know, even when using the teleportation talisman, it is impossible to pass through some places with enchantment barriers, so what's going on?Are these people mature? !

Mei Xiaohan also had some doubts and guesses in his heart, but he just thought about it and didn't speak for the time being.

After Zhuang Qingliu looked at it for a while without saying a word, he turned his head without saying anything, and looked at the end very calmly.

I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, but the murals on the last two walls are very simple. Many processes are not clearly shown as before, but are roughly shrunk into tiny details and wrapped in a large picture.

In the end, the entire wall is surrounded by lush and dreamy peach blossoms. Apart from that, there is only one thing repeated in the whole picture - dead bodies.

The densely packed dead bodies, black and overlapping dead bodies, piled up like a mountain, spread from one side and corner like water waves, and finally covered the entire wall with dead bodies.

Those pictures and colors with open eyes, distorted faces, or bony bones were so realistic that Mei Siye seemed to be able to smell the bloody smell overwhelming her face, so she turned her head away suddenly, and did not look at it with some discomfort.

Mei Siji's eyes were almost sore and she insisted on looking at it for a long time before she moved a few feet to the right and moved her face very close to see a little bulge subconsciously caught at the corner of her eye.

Mei Hualan and Zhuang Qingliu and the others naturally saw it too—the bump like a speck of dust in the huge picture was a person, the only person who stood up, a person whose outline and limbs were only roughly drawn with blood.

Although many things have been omitted, it goes without saying that the only person standing in the middle of the sea of ​​blood should be Zhuang Huang.

All the murals stop here, because no one spoke for a long time, Mei Xiaohan couldn't help turning his head from side to side, then said after deliberation: "Uh... there must be many subtleties that we may not have noticed , How about, let’s all talk together now? Chat with each other?”

Mei Siji nodded, and was the first to say calmly: "Then I'll come first." She pointed cautiously and modestly at Zhuang Huang who stood in the sea of ​​blood at the end, and said, "I want to ask your attention. Did it come here, she seems to be holding something in her hand?"

Zhu Heng glanced at her blankly and said, "We're not blind, why didn't we notice?"

"..." Mei Siji gave her a disgusted look and stopped talking.

Mei Sie naturally didn't dare to speak, so Mei Xiaohan glared at the stinky dog, turned to Zhuang Qingliu and said bluntly: "Forget it, it's useless to delve into these things. The most important thing is who painted this mural. If it's important, senior Zhuang, why didn't your master destroy it? And if it's not important, what's the use of us studying it."

"The first problem is not because she doesn't want to destroy it, but because she can't destroy these murals."

Zhuang Qingliu finally turned his head, and said to Mei Xiaohan word by word: "And these murals, at least for the time being, let me know two things."

Zhu Heng frowned: "Which two? Hurry up."

Zhuang Qingliu didn't bother with her this time, but turned his eyes to the golden and red spirit island in the mural, and his voice was indescribably calm: "The first thing - this island is not Gumengchao. "

Everyone was a little confused for a moment, so Zhu Heng blurted out and asked, "What?"

Zhuang Qingliu didn't explain, but closed her eyelashes, and said very very softly: "I used to think that she was going to get rid of all the cultivators in this world...but in this matter, she almost It was actually done a hundred years ago."

Mei Siji's fingertips became numb all of a sudden, and she almost asked in a low voice: "Senior Zhuang, what do you mean... Our last immortal sect, including all the casual cultivators in the world, is you...you Master...?" When she said this, she couldn't speak any more.

Zhu Heng seemed to be very irritable in his heart, and he couldn't suppress his anger and said in a low voice: "What do you mean, please explain clearly?"

Zhuang Qingliu suddenly lowered her head, deeply pressed the center of her eyebrows with her fingers, closed her eyes and said, "I haven't thought it through yet, and I haven't sorted it out yet."

Zhu Heng was about to be so angry with her that she was about to blurt out some irritable words, but at this moment, Mei Hualan who was next to her suddenly raised her sleeves coldly, sending a wave of sober cold wind on her face.

Zhu Heng's eyelashes flew up in an instant, and his voice seemed to want to peck a hundred holes in Mei Hualan: "What are you doing?!"

"Okay." Zhuang Qingliu turned around suddenly, clutching the plum blossoms and left, "Let's talk about it later, I'll think about it."

Mei Xiaohan quickly took out a special mirage bead, and carefully recorded all the murals on the walls of the stone room for later viewing.Mei Siji quickly followed Mei Hualan, looked at Zhuang Qingliu's back and said, "Senior Zhuang, where are you going?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Zhuang Qingliu, who had walked out of the stone room, swung his sleeves in a sweeping sweep. Immediately after, a huge hole like a bottomless abyss appeared mysteriously on the ground in the center of the hall, and the edge of the big hole was lingering nonstop at the moment With whirlwind-like black curly patterns, it whirls around very strangely.

Mei Siji lowered her head in shock: "What is this?"

"It's a place." Zhuang Qingliu still didn't explain much, just jumped down with his back on the Meihualan, "We're just going to pick up Du'e, don't follow, go up first."

After she finished speaking, the black curly lines seemed to disappear. Before Mei Siji could react, a figure flashed in the corner of her eyes, and Zhu Heng took a few steps forward without stopping, and jumped down.

Mei Xiaohan didn't expect this change, and stood there with the two furry children, watching them disappear in front of them.Then the ground was clean, and there were no curls anywhere.

The three people who jumped down did not know how long they fell before they finally stepped on the real thing. As soon as Zhu Heng opened his eyes, he heard Zhuang Qingliu next to him calmly say: "Come down, don't ask too much, and don't run around, just follow!" I'm going, be careful."

Although Zhu Heng rolled her eyes, his face was serious and he didn't say anything.And he glanced at Mei Hualan, knowing that she, like himself, had never been to this place.

The ground and walls made of strange metal-like materials everywhere glowed with cold light, the inexplicable fork in the road, the floor that slid open automatically, and the huge palace shone with mysterious aura.

Zhu Heng looked around calmly, feeling as if he had never lived in Gumengchao.

Zhuang Qingliu didn't have time to say anything, because the moment her figure stepped into the secret palace, a pale golden aura suddenly rushed over.Du E, who had just been released, twisted wildly and lively into a twist in mid-air, rushing over and trying to kiss her face with whirlwind.

Zhuang Qingliu couldn't help laughing, and gently caught it with both hands. He wanted to pull it away, but after looking down, he still leaned closer and kissed it.

This little golden dragon used to be a small one, and like Mei Sigui when she was a child, she liked to wrap her fingers cutely and act coquettishly.

Du'er immediately flew up in circles and became happier. He couldn't stop kissing Zhuang Qingliu's face. The corners of Zhuang Qingliu's eyes curled up, and he lowered his head and hooked his head and said, "Okay, just a little at most. I can't kiss anymore."

Du E didn't know why, so he quickly raised a question mark at her in mid-air.

Zhuang Qingliu didn't speak, but turned his head slightly, and kissed Mei Hualan's face in front of it.

Du'e danced and changed in an instant, and made a big explosion like an explosion-shock!

Zhuang Qingliu suddenly pulled Mei Hualan and laughed out loud, and Mei Hualan couldn't help stretching out his hand to touch its cute appearance.

Du E, a dragon, was so happy that he was about to twist out a twist team, and for a while he made himself a "囍" in front of the two people, and then suddenly grabbed them, and dragged them to the wall, as if to beckon them. Hurry up and get married at the same place, and then swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, twist and twist, turning yourself into a flower knot held between two people, and automatically stuffed into their hands.

Zhuang Qingliu and Mei Hualan: "..."

Just when Du'er was so active that he couldn't stop, Zhu Heng, who was coolly crossing his arms, turned and walked away, as if he had discovered something and wanted to walk to a well.

Zhuang Qingliu didn't reply, "Don't move."

Zhu Heng stopped abruptly in an instant, lowered his head and glanced at the lines on the ground, then raised his head, still looking at the well with some hesitation, and asked, "What's coming out of it?"

"What did you say?" Zhuang Qingliu turned his head while maintaining the appearance of tying the golden dragon medal with Mei Hualan, and also turned his head to glance at the well that was constantly overflowing with spiritual light.

From the very beginning, that fake Yu Chenyue didn't want any fairy schools at all, but the things in this well.

Mei Hualan's eyes gradually fell from the well back to Zhuang Qingliu's face, as if silently and keenly aware of something, after narrowing her eyes, she narrowed her eyes very rarely, and looked at Zhuang Qingliu: "Does the spiritual energy come from here? "

Zhuang Qingliu hummed silently, silently acquiescing.

It seemed that it was extremely outrageous and absurd. Zhu Heng, who had seen almost all the monsters in the world, turned his head and confirmed to her word by word: "All the spiritual energy in this world comes from here? Doesn't it exist in mountains and rivers? Earth veins, are they natural?"