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Hearing the news of the sudden diversion, the poet opened his mouth wide in surprise: "Sandi Si Mountains? Shaoshao, didn't we discuss it before, go to the port to take a boat, let's go find facial paralysis."

Mo Shao reached out and closed his chin, nodded: "You heard me right."

"Why."

The poet was puzzled. Although he hadn't gone on a day trip to the San Andes Mountains, he knew that the place was very dangerous. Under normal circumstances, as long as his brain was not flooded or something went wrong suddenly, he would No one goes there looking for trouble.

Why?A moment of hesitation flashed in Mo Shao's heart. Mo Fan didn't ask him the reason just now, and he was happy not to have to explain, but since the poet asked...

"Don't you always complain to me that Xiao Fan doesn't look like a four-year-old child?"

"Well, that's what happened."

The poet nodded indiscriminately, while paying attention to the rear, he was sure that the boy was not eavesdropping at the moment, and he was relieved. That guy was shrewd, cunning and vengeful, and he was really worried about being missed.

"This matter, I think, people with long eyes know that something is wrong... Well, I'm not saying you don't have long eyes."

The poet wailed, and quickly added an explanation.

It's actually his nature to be outspoken, and it's really hard for him to change it all at once.

Mo Shao didn't care about these things with him at the moment, and he also understood that the poet was right.

This matter is clear to the bystanders.As an authority figure, he had already realized that something was wrong, but he kept deceiving himself and others.

"When I met Xiao Fan in Vicia City, he was still a child, introverted, quiet, well-behaved, and even looked a little... well, not good-looking." Compared with Mo Sapphire, who looks too delicate like a ceramic doll , the cute and delicate little Mofan is indeed a bit inconspicuous.

It's just that he didn't expect that little Mofan would change so much when he grew up.

It is not an exaggeration to say that the ugly duckling turned into a white swan.

"I know what you mean, how do you say that sentence? People are inherently kind, right, Shaoshao?" The poet grinned triumphantly.

Mo Shao was stunned for a moment, but did not refute him, and continued, "Until we left the Mo family and were sent to the foot of the Santes Mountains..."

At that time, little Mofan was still a child no matter in appearance or in his heart.

After the black fur ball appeared, under the guidance of the little thing full of puzzles intentionally or unintentionally, they broke into the underground cave in the Santes Mountains, and met the magnificent colorful energy stones like hills...

Mo Fan said that he started to have hallucinations after they arrived in Luoyinsi City.

But Mo Shao felt that the turning point of the whole matter might have come earlier, for example——

The few "beans" held back by the black fur ball were directly absorbed by Xiao Mo Fan.

Mo Shao once thought that it was because of Xiao Mofan's special physique that he could absorb the energy stone like a sponge submerged in water absorbing water without hindrance.

But, thinking back now, he suddenly felt that maybe it was because those colorful beans changed Xiao Mofan's physique?

Unfortunately, so far, Hei Maoqiu has been unable to dig out more useful information from the other party except for humming.

"Do you still remember that when we were in the Mo family, Mo Zilan once said that he had reasons for treating Xiao Fan like that?"

"Remember, that guy is so shameless!"

The poet nodded angrily. As a result of being too emotional, the aircraft that was secretly taken from Ling Zheyun almost made a 360-degree rotation in mid-air.

Mo Shao quickly pressed the other person's shoulder, and warned in a deep voice: "Take it easy, if the plane crashes again this time, we probably won't be so lucky."

"Yes yes yes! I will definitely...not let it get out of control again."

"You should let yourself not lose control first."

Mo Shao let out a sigh of relief, and continued the topic just now: "What if Mo Zilan didn't lie?"

"how could it be possible!"

The poet shook his head without even thinking about it. From his point of view, he was just a brazen, despicable, insidious and cunning bastard!

For a person like Mo Zilan, what is there to hide?

"He can even kill his own brother, let alone a son born to a woman who betrayed him?"

"Well……"

Mo Shao replied thoughtfully, and fell into a state of contemplation, if this was something he couldn't figure out.

The poet secretly glanced at the dark and dignified little friend, and heyed twice: "Shaoshao, you don't really believe that guy's nonsense, do you?"

"I do not know."

"By the way, you just said that you have found the underground cave in the Santes Mountains? The place that is said to be able to isolate the poisonous gas barrier?"

"...Your reflex arc is really long."

The poet Jiong turned his head with enthusiasm, and looked at the bridge solemnly, but he was disgusted again, huh!

"Hello." Mo Shao patted that bald head speechlessly, "Have you lost your heart?"

"No, no."

"I went to that place with Xiaofan. At that time, it was because of your family, Mo Xiaohei, that we had the opportunity to meet that colorful energy stone that is as magnificent as a mountain..."

As Mo Shao was speaking, he happened to see the sneaky black fur ball, and bent down to pick up the little guy.

Sure enough, after the thing was caught by him, it just stood still, a pair of jet-black black bean eyes stared in the direction of the poet, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Why... the more I look at you, the more I think you are a spy?" Mo Shao stared at the black fur ball, and said something surprising.

This time, not only the poet was shocked, but even Mo Fan who came over suddenly was almost frightened.

"Shao Shao, is there something wrong with you?"

"Who said that?" Mo Shao frowned, threw the black hair ball to the poet, and turned to Mo Fan: "Xiao Fan, what's the matter?"

The young man turned the light brain in his hand, and a smile flashed across his dark purple eyes: "Someone has already found out where the treasure is."

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"The San Andes Mountains?"

The poet stood up in surprise, and was thrown off by the paw of the black fur ball. He immediately recovered and continued to concentrate on the posture of the aircraft, but he didn't stop: "Shaoshao, you just said that you want me to divert. Someone has deciphered the location of the Holy Grail, hehe, what a fate..."

He does not mean that.

Originally, Mo Shao just had a very vague guess, and he didn't take it to heart. Now, he had to face the reality.

"Xiao Fan, perhaps, we have been to the place where the Holy Grail is buried."

"You mean the underground cave?" The boy asked after pondering for a few seconds.

"Ah."

Just as Mo Shao nodded, suddenly——

The aircraft shook violently again.

The poet opened his mouth in horror and shouted: "It's really not my fault this time! It was Ling Zheyun who started the self-destruct program of the aircraft! That guy must have discovered something was stolen..."

"Hmph..." The black fur ball lay on top of the poet's head, waving its paws excitedly.

After Mo Shao and Mo Fan exchanged glances, Qi Qi stepped forward, it seemed that we were about to face a second tragic crash, and the situation was very bad, definitely not as lucky as the first one.

The self-destruct procedure is irreversible, once activated, we only have the last two minutes to explain the funeral.

"Where are you now?" Mo Shao asked anxiously.

"There is still about [-] meters away from the city of Medara ahead, and there is a jungle below, which is not suitable for emergency landing." The poet's voice trembled nervously.

Mo Shao exhaled, grabbed the poet's arm, and squeezed the boy's palm with the other hand, and said without doubt: "It seems that I can only use the space shuttle technique."

"No." Upon hearing this, Mo Fan directly vetoed it.

The space shuttle technique consumes too much spiritual power. He once witnessed the situation where Mo Shao was so tired that he fell asleep after a long-distance transmission. There is a fight to find death.

"Shaoshao, we can jump directly. When we land, we should use spiritual power to buffer it. It shouldn't be a problem..." The poet also disagreed with Mo Shao's "reckless" approach. Even if you have set out to search now, you may not be able to find the cave below smoothly...

With a straight face, Mo Shao snorted, "Shut up! Don't force me to beat you up right now."

At most, it was just a downgrade. Anyway, he had long been used to falling back from the ground level to the Xuan level. Now that he is falling back, it will only take a while to climb up again.After all, plug-ins are invincible!

"..." The poet quickly covered his mouth, and secretly glanced at the young man. Seeing that he was looking at Mo Shao solemnly, he could only sigh from the bottom of his heart.

Race against time is nothing more than that, in fact, even he can think that at this moment, people in the entire Eastern Continent or even the Western Continent, anyone who is interested in the treasures left by the holy-level supernatural beings will not be indifferent.

The sooner they arrive at the San Andes Mountains, the better for them. If they are late, they will bump into many people and be followed easily...

"Ready? Let's go right away—"

Almost at the moment when the voice landed, the three people in front of the aircraft posture stage flashed a fur ball, disappeared, and after a few seconds, there was a loud bang, and a large flower of brilliant sparks exploded in the blue sky No matter how well-crafted and expensive the aircraft is after the self-destruct program is activated, at this moment, it has turned into a pile of high-temperature burnt waste products without any accident...