2/1 god domain

"Shaoshao, with those people holding the map, can they really find the underground cave you mentioned?"

The poet is holding a black fur ball and exploring the way ahead with a branch in one hand. During the day, most of the beasts in the San Andes Mountains are in a deep sleep state. If there is no accident, they will not easily run out, but in the jungle, especially It is the ground covered with dead leaves, and some reptiles and snakes shuttle through it from time to time, and being bitten is also a troublesome thing.

Mo Shao lay on Mo Fan's back, completely transformed into a koala, and dealt with the poet for a while, but most of the time he was drowsy or in a daze.

He felt that his situation was very wrong.

Mo Fan kissed him a few times just now, but there was no sign of his spiritual power recovering.

I don't know if it was a one-time excessive consumption that caused the "plug-in" to become abnormal, but in order not to worry the two of them, he silently concealed it.

"It's not that easy. The map has been made public, and everyone on the Internet can see it. Although the marked location shows that it is in the central hinterland of the San Andes Mountains... But think about it, in the past so many years, How many people have been here?"

Now the position under their feet is close to the dangerous zone in the taboo.

As Mo Shao spoke, he yawned, feeling very tired.

The poet stopped, grabbed the black fur ball, and had another conversation.

The reason why they rushed in this direction was completely "guided" by the black hair ball. The guy who refused to cooperate at first, after being beaten up, decided to teach more.

only--

"Shaoshao, how do you feel, we are making circles in place?"

Most importantly, it was getting dark.

Mo Shao raised his head, looked at the gradually darkening sky, guessed that today they would probably have to find a place to spend the night, and if they walked any further, the poisonous gas barrier would rise, and they would all have to burp.

"Xiao Fan, look around to see if there is a hole in the ground."

"it is good."

Mo Fan replied concisely, without a word of unnecessary nonsense.

He seemed to be in a bad mood.

At first, Mo Shao thought he was angry.

But after a few hours of sulking, it should be over, right?

and so--

"Seeing hallucinations again?"

He hugged the boy's neck, pressed against his ear, and asked in a low voice.

It wasn't that he was afraid that the poet would know about it, but that Mo Fan didn't seem like Zhang Yang, so he followed his will.

The young man's eyes flickered slightly, and he nodded without concealing: "Mo Yufan, he has been to this place. I saw him come... and there is a... person beside him? Could it be the sword spirit?"

"Could it be Bai Yuan?"

"The holy sword spirit you are talking about?"

"Ah."

Mo Fan thought about it for two seconds, then shook his head: "I'm not sure, the person behind Mo Yufan looks about the same age as you and the poet."

He remembered that Mo Shao said that after the sword spirit breaks through the holy rank, the body will grow up accordingly, instead of being restricted to the appearance of a child like this, and——

"After the contractor dies, the sword spirit will also disappear?"

"Ah... that seems to be the case."

Mo Shao replied vaguely. The fact is that when he was in class, he was either in a daze or dozed off. He really didn't remember much of what the old dean said.Moreover, Bai Yuan shouldn't be that old, right?

"It seems that the legendary Holy Grail is indeed hidden in the Santes Mountains." I don't know what the key in his hand is for.

The key "taken" back from the trading house in Fandisa City has an incredible connection with the lost miracle, and according to the trading house unilaterally, that thing has a history of 3000 years...=口=

While Mo Shao was thinking, he rubbed his forehead. It seemed that not only was his spiritual power consumed in an instant, but his brain power could hardly keep up with his own thinking speed.

It's so bad.

"Shaoshao, I found a cave!" The voice of the poet came from the direction of seven o'clock behind the two of them.

"Well, we'll come right away." After Mo Shao responded, he continued to Mo Fan: "Forget about Mo Yufan, the boat will be straight when it reaches the bridge. When the time is right, the answer will naturally come." Surface."

"If, I am..." The young man hesitated to speak.

Mo Shao's eyelids lifted, and his slender and thick eyelashes covered the emotions in his eyes. He knew what Mo Fan wanted to say, but that possibility seemed absurd now.

He reached out and hugged the other person's shoulders, and whispered the oath he had said before: "No matter what happens, I will stand by your side."

Unless I die.

The atmosphere seems too heavy?

After self-reflection for two seconds, Mo Shao leaned forward with a smile, opened his mouth and bit the young man's earlobe, he was not willing to use force, but stuck out his tongue to lick it, and said with a light smile, "Don't forget that your contract of prostitution is still with me!" In your hand, no matter how high you climb in the future, you will be my slave!"

As the saying goes, if you don't get a roof tile for three days.

Mo Shao's apparent outrageous behavior soon met with retribution.

When the poet realized something was wrong, he turned his head to look, and his whole body was in a mess: Ciao, you two people who want to be dissatisfied, why don't you be so cheating!In broad daylight, well, well, it's getting dark!But can't you take into account the urgent and dangerous situation at hand?What are you going to do if you want to kiss and kiss, don't you know when we find a safe place before we mess around?

Hey, anyway, he has been tormented by these two, and his three views are not correct.

I don't expect them to worry about their own feelings about this light bulb...

Woooooo, Mo Xiaohei, we are so pitiful!

The poet held the black hair ball tightly with his mouth flattened, and was about to vent, when he was slapped down by the other party's ruthless paw, and he staggered directly, blocking the entrance of the hole he just found!

"Hey, help, help——"

"Stop making trouble, go and have a look, something happened to the poet."

Mo Shao pushed away the person pressing on him, panting and urging, but this time, the other party didn't listen to him, those deep black purple eyes looked at him without blinking, the young man was beautiful There was no trace of emotion on the somewhat excessive face, and he was condescendingly encircling him in his arms.

After a few seconds of stalemate, the other party finally mercifully broke the silence.

"The spiritual power has not recovered, has it?"

Mo Shao's heart skipped a beat, and he exclaimed inwardly!

Facing those eyes that seemed to be able to see through the depths of his soul, he could only nod his head numbly: "Yes."

Then it was no surprise that the young man's face turned ugly, and he quickly added: "Maybe I'll be fine with a night's rest."

"Go underground first, talk about it later."

Mo Fan frowned, raised his chin, and threw the man directly on his back, with a frighteningly cold expression.

At least, the poet was frightened. When he was dragged out of the hole by the ankle bone by the young man, he met a gloomy face, and decisively frightened him. What happened?Could it be that he disliked him for accidentally making too much noise just now?

The poet 囧囧 looked at Mo Shao with interest, and found that his little friend also looked sluggish, and he must have been scolded, and his heart shuddered: Is this the rhythm of a little monster evolving into a big pervert?

"One good news, one bad news."

Mo Fan stood at the entrance of the cave, took a visual inspection for a while, and spoke seriously.

Mo Shao pursed his lips tactfully, but did not say anything, but the poet continued with great interest: "Let's hear the good news first."

"This burrow is enough for us to take refuge at night."

"What about the bad news?"

"There is a sleeping monster inside."

When the poet heard this, his mouth opened wide and could not be closed.

He remembered Shao Shao said that most of the monsters in the Santes Mountains were mutants, and they could see the sword spirit, just like the black fur ball in his arms.

"what is it now?"

It is obviously too late to look for other burrows now. The other supernatural beings nearby have either evacuated quickly, or they have found a hiding place just like them. trouble.

"Go down first." Mo Shao didn't hold back, but spoke anyway.

Hearing this, the poet felt as if he had taken a reassurance, and quickly nodded in agreement: "Yes, let's go down first and talk about it, at worst, we will fight with that monster!"

Mo Fan didn't make a sound, and after looking around the black fur ball, he reached out and picked up the little thing that was shrunk in the poet's arms.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

When the poet saw it, he became anxious, and was about to reach out to snatch the black fur ball back, but he heard Mo Shao say, "Don't worry, the monsters here probably won't be able to hurt your Mo Xiaohei."

"Huh? Really? But it looks delicious..."

Before he finished speaking, Mo Fan threw the black fur ball down neatly, and then he jumped down with Mo Shao on his back. The poet looked left and right, and chased after him like hell.

When looking from the entrance of the cave, I felt that the cave was not deep, but the process of landing lasted for more than ten seconds!

It's just so unscientific.While patting his chest, the poet looked for the traces of the black fur ball and the magic beast that Mo Fan was talking about. He turned around suddenly and met a pair of golden beast eyes as big as copper bells!She was so frightened that she screamed loudly: "Shaoshao, help me! Help me!"