2/1 god domain

"Stop yelling, this guy won't do anything to you except he looks a little scary."

Mo Shao jumped off the ground, glanced at the somewhat exaggerated monster with green-brown bumpy skin, and threw the black fur ball that fell beside him, just hitting the poet's head.

The poet stretched out his hand to catch the flying black fur ball with Venus in his eyes, turned his head tremblingly, and asked, "Really?"

"It's a mutant monster, herbivorous. Unless you're squatting on the ground to load mushrooms."

"Ah? Ah! That's good..."

Hearing this, the poet immediately ran away from the monster, moving all the way towards Mo Shao and Mo Fan, not forgetting to sneak a few glances at the big guy: The other party was really different from what Shao Shao said, foolishly Lie on the spot, didn't move.

It's all the fault of that bad boy, Mo Fan, who frightened him from the beginning, making him preconceived, thinking that the monster below is terrible!

Tsk, how can this person be so bad?

"It's windy." The young man put one hand in his pocket and held Mo Shao's hand with the other, and said suddenly.

wind?The poet looked up and down the two guys who were dressed in couple clothes and even stood in exactly the same posture. He frowned and said, "How is it possible? Could it be that this cave is still extending in all directions?"

Mo Shao's eyes flashed, and he looked around. It was pitch black. He closed his eyes, felt it for a few seconds, then opened his eyes and looked at the poet: "Xiao Fan is right, there is indeed wind."

There is wind, which means that the air flow is more fluid. In other words, there are other outlets in this cave.

"Let Mo Xiaohei ask that monster to see if it knows something." The boy said again.

Ga?The poet stepped back in horror, wondering if the other party was joking.

On the contrary, the black-haired ball was more interesting, and jumped down on its own initiative, bouncing up and down in front of the herbivorous beast. After the two chattered for a while, the black-haired ball rolled around on the spot, Draw an arrow pointing to it.

The poet was stunned for a moment, as if the black hair ball had suddenly turned into a living person.

Looking at the other two, they seemed to be taking it for granted, they were used to it, they should be like this... Was it really because he made such a fuss?

With the guidance of the light, will the other shore of victory be far away?

It turns out, quite far.

Although the further he walked, the light was no longer as dark as before, and the surrounding area was glowing red, like the mouth of a volcano that was about to erupt. Walking forward, he almost couldn't even remember how long he had walked?

At the beginning, Mo Shao was just like a poet, walking patiently forward, but not long after, he found that his legs were weak, he staggered, and rushed forward, almost fell to the ground, and then——

Not even leaving him any room to refute, Mo Fan directly carried him on his back.

"Shao Shao, are you really alright?"

The poet looked at him worriedly, took out a bottle of nutrient solution from the interspatial ring, and was about to hand it over, but was rejected, so he had to slowly drink the straw by himself. Listen to all directions.

He had an ominous feeling.

In front of Mo Fan, he dared not speak.

But that kid is so smart and keen, he must have discovered it.

"a bit sleepy."

Mo Shao nodded in a daze. When was the last time he was in such a tired state?

Well, when I suddenly jumped from the middle of the mysterious stage to the ground stage, but that time, when I woke up, nothing happened.

"Then you will sleep?"

As soon as the poet spoke, he covered his mouth with regret: What if he couldn't wake up from sleep?

Mo Shao also seemed to have concerns, shook his head, and changed the subject: "The last time Xiaofan and I fell, the surrounding area was also so red, with ravines on the ground..."

"So we're almost at our destination, aren't we?"

The poet asked pleasantly, not to mention, his feet were a little weak on this journey, how many hours exactly?He has no idea at all, the surrounding scenery looks exactly the same, Mo Fan has been quietly and without saying a word since he carried Mo Shao on his back on the road, and the black fur ball...

Glancing at someone who looked particularly energetic out of the corner of his eye, the poet had to admit that he was a little jealous.

"Hard to say."

Mo Shao pondered for a few seconds, but still shook his head: "No one can tell how big the central hinterland of the Santes Mountains is."

It is because of this that things are troublesome, there is no clear direction, even a little electronic information product will be affected by the magnetic field, and even... the ability is also limited, this is the most terrifying.

"Why did it stop suddenly?"

"There is a wall in front." Mo Fan replied.

The poet turned sideways and looked forward. Mo Maoqiu led them from the burrow into a narrow path, and then walked for several hours in a large ravine similar to a volcanic field, and then there was another path that two people can walk together ,at last--

The trail was blocked by a wall.

"Mo Xiaohei, are you sure you're not kidding us?" The poet ran up to Mo Maoqiu a few steps, picked up the whining guy, and complained dissatisfied.

The black furball looked back at him with contempt, then turned to Mo Fan: "Huh...huh..."

"He said the key would open the door."

After being silent for a few seconds, Mo Fan spoke.

The poet covered his face in horror: When did this guy learn a foreign language again?

Mo Shao was the calmest, and directly took out the silver-blue key from the interspatial ring, and handed it to the young man.

"Go open the door."

"Ah."

"..." The poet is silent, the tacit understanding between the two is too good, right?Does Shao Shao have no doubts at all?Well, well, he, an "outsider", really has no position to question.

After approaching, Mo Shao discovered that the gray stone wall he saw just now was actually off-white, and it looked smooth. When he touched it with his hand, he could feel extremely strong spiritual power. It seems that this stone wall is still a rare piece. energy stone.

In the lower right corner of the wall, there is a slot.

Mo Shao took a look, and then he was sure: this wall can only be opened with the key in his hand.

Mo Fan inserted the key in, turned three times to the right, and then turned three times to the left. With a click, the stone door slowly cracked open and pushed toward both sides, leaving a path wide enough for one person to pass through.

The black hairball twisted its body, broke away from the poet, and rushed in first.

In a hurry, the poet hurried to catch up, not forgetting to shout: "Shaoshao, come quickly."

Mo Shao pursed his lips with a complex expression, quietly tightened his hands holding the boy, and urged, "Let's go."

"Don't fall asleep." Mo Fan ordered after nodding.

"No." Mo Shao responded in a low voice, but his eyelids became heavier and heavier, his cheek was pressed against the back of the boy's neck, and the scorching breath he exhaled was sprinkled on the boy's body without any leakage.

Mo Fan stood up, supported Mo Shao's buttocks with his hands, his eyes flickered slightly, but he didn't say anything after all.

The road behind the stone gate is completely different from the fiery red gully before. The poet is completely dumbfounded. What kind of adjectives should be used to describe it?

He felt that he didn't study hard at the beginning and became illiterate, and he was really sorry for the old dean and himself.

He didn't feel it at first, but the further he walked in, the more frightened he became!

Vibrant green everywhere, they seem to have come to a natural virgin forest, there is not a ray of sunlight around, but it is as bright as day!

Mo Shao lay on Mo Fan's back, looking at everything around him in amazement. After a long time, he closed his mouth. It was simply unbelievable. Looking forward, he could even see a majestic and magnificent platinum palace. Painted golden Roman columns, towering white walls, vines like murals on the walls...

"A mirage?" Mo Shao seriously doubted whether he was hallucinating.

"No, I saw it too, a palace." The palace was more exaggerated than the white castle of the Ross family in Loynes City, luxurious, exquisite, and full of mystery.

"Shaoshao...God, I suspect that something is wrong with my eyes and nose! I can smell the fragrance of flowers..." God knows how many years this ghostly place has not seen the sun!

It’s no wonder that the poet’s reaction was too intense. Mo Shao himself found it unbelievable and a bit unacceptable. After being silent for a while, he continued: “Go and see what’s going on.”