The heroine who wears a book, her character is broken

Mo Cizhu touched the tip of her nose soothingly: "Let's go, treasure hunting."

When the two went out today, Mu Yu and the others hadn't come out yet, Mo Cizhu ordered a table of food, and when Mu Yu and the others came out, the food had just finished serving.

Mo Cizhu invited them to come and eat together, and they sat down together without refusing.

After all, they were not very familiar with each other, and they didn't talk much. Mo Cizhu picked up a piece of meat and fed it to Mo Ciwan, and Mo Ciwan ate it together.

"The last big meal." Mo Cizhu sighed.

Yin Shu looked at Mo Cizhu curiously: "Hasn't Ah Zhu ever bigu?"

"It's bigu, but there are so many delicacies in the world that I can't bear to part with me." Mo Cizhu looked at the chicken wings in his hand affectionately, and then opened his mouth to bite off.

"It's because you can't bear them." Mu Yu answered.

"Captain, that's why you're wrong. You're talking nonsense." Mo Cizhu said solemnly after eating the chicken wings.

The atmosphere was not as quiet as before.

After eating, several people left the city, Mo Cizhu still called Suifeng out, Suifeng is a Chongming bird, it is quite suitable to go to the Soulless Desert.

It is a long way to go, even with the wind, it is estimated that it will take a few days to arrive.

The others were meditating, Mo Cizhu turned his eyes and asked Mo Ciwan if he wanted to rest, after all, she doesn't need to meditate now that she is stuck.

"I don't want to miss this opportunity. Would you like to sleep on my lap?" Mo Cizhu asked Mo Ciwan narrowly.

Mo Ciwan scratched her nose, Mo Cizhu thought she would refuse, who knew she actually agreed.

Lying on Mo Cizhu's legs, Mo Ciwan imitated her and put his arms around her waist. He was not sleepy at first, but smelling the faint fragrance of Mo Cizhu's body, he gradually felt sleepy.

Mo Cizhu looked down at Mo Ciwan's sleeping profile, and a strand of hair curled up with his fingertips. How could this person be so good-looking.

The corners of his mouth raised unconsciously, and he held up an umbrella above his head to block the light.

It was already night when Mo Ciwan woke up. Since she practiced, she rarely just slept for a while, and today was an exception.

When he woke up, he found that the man was looking up at the starry sky with his hands behind his back. Mo Ciwan sat up and sat beside her: "I accidentally slept for so long."

Mo Cizhu smiled at her sideways: "It's good to relax once in a while."

"En." Mo Ciwan responded softly.

"What are you looking at?" Mo Ciwan asked her.

"Look at the stars." Mo Cizhu leaned his head on Mo Ciwan's shoulder: "The universe is vast, and we are really small."

Looking up at the stars all over the sky, Mo Ciwan remembered that he had returned to the past for no reason after his death, and couldn't help agreeing with Mo Cizhu's words: "Yes."

"Does sister believe in the existence of another world? A world completely different from the one we are in." Mo Cizhu asked tentatively.

The corners of Mo Ciwan's mouth rose slightly: "Maybe there is."

"Tell me, do the people in the storybook know that they are just characters in other people's stories?"

Mo Ciwan turned his head to look at Mo Cizhu, and bumped into those ice blue eyes, which were full of curiosity.

"Back then, God Pangu opened up the world and created a world. Even if it is the person in the script, the person who wrote the script should be similar to God Pangu in the world of the script."

Mo Cizhu's heart tightened inexplicably when he heard the words, and he almost wanted to confess.

But in the end, he just pulled out a smile: "Yes."

"Why are you asking this all of a sudden?"

Mo Cizhu stretched his waist and lay down: "I had a whim."

After speaking, he found a few pieces of meat from the storage ring and threw them to Suifeng, who caught them vigorously.

After that, Mo Cizhu meditated, and Mo Ciwan showed them the direction.

Three days later, they successfully reached the edge of the Soulless Desert.

Before entering, he felt the scorching heat. Mo Cizhu is an ice dragon, so he doesn't like this place very much, but since he's here, Mo Cizhu won't say anything pretentiously.

Mu Yu and the others are also here for the first time, but they have made a complete set of strategies. The place is extremely hot, and even Chongming Bird can't stand such an environment. It's not just the heat, but the air is full of depression , the aura is thin and still very irritable.

If you inhale too much of this restless aura, the meridians in your body will not be able to bear it, and you will eventually explode and die.

At that time, Mu Yu had prepared a lot of aura-isolating vestments, and Mo Cizhu and Mo Ciwan also put them on. The Juexian Stones were scattered all over a mountain range in the eastern part of the Soulless Desert.

And they are now in the southern part of the Soulless Desert, and they have to cross a part of the desert to reach the mountains.

The aura here is too irritable to control the sword and can only walk over. Mo Cizhu looked at the map. It is not close to the well, and it is not easy to walk there. Moreover, the desert is unpredictable and dangerous.

Mu Yu walked in front, and the others followed her. Mo Ciwan took Mo Cizhu's hand and asked her in a low voice, "Are you feeling unwell?"

The hand being held was still slightly cold, but it was not much different from usual.

Mo Cizhu shook his head, and used his spiritual sense to transmit a voice to Mo Ciwan: "Don't worry, I have Yunyao, it's very useful."

It was too late to feel relieved after hearing the words.

Walking in the desert is already difficult, and the place is really hot, but after walking for half a day, the group of monks, who are considered strong outside, were all sweating profusely.

Mu Yu asked if he wanted to take a break, Yin Shu panted and nodded.

Mo Cizhu and Mo Ciwan had no objections, and the group found a slightly flat place to sit down and rest.

Mu Yu took out water for them.

"This place is really painful." Yuan Kai sighed.

"But the pay is high, taking this order is comparable to taking three or four other orders." Yuan Li answered after taking a breath.

Even drinking water requires spiritual power to maintain it, otherwise the water will be gone after being taken out.

Yin Shu looked at Mo Ciwan and Mo Cizhu: "Ah Wan and Azhu are much better than us."

Mo Cizhu smiled: "It's Ah Wan who is amazing."

"You two have such a good relationship." Knowing that she didn't want to say it, Yin Shu didn't ask further, presumably there was some powerful magic weapon to protect her body, otherwise it wouldn't be so easy.

But in fact, Mo Cizhu felt that she was not easy at all, and she was quite tired after walking. She might be beaten by the group if she said this.

"Let's rest for half an hour and continue walking." Mu Yu wiped off his sweat and sighed.

"Okay." The others said nothing.

Although the team is small, everyone listens to Mu Yu's words, and Mu Yu's decisions are generally quite reasonable, no wonder it is the captain.

However, within half an hour, they encountered the first crisis of entering the desert, and the yellow sand swept across the sky.

"The desert storm is coming, be careful, don't get separated, hold together." Mu Yu calmly ordered.

Then he took out a formation disk and activated it with a spirit stone.

The storm swept in, and the yellow sand hit the enchantment all over the sky. The entire enchantment was crumbling, but within a quarter of an hour, there were already cracks, and the storm was still going on, so it didn't feel like it would last long.

Mo Cizhu didn't hide anymore at this time, she took out a defensive formation plate, and the top-grade spirit stone activated the formation. The enchantment is not big but can protect several people.

After Mu Yu's formation was shattered, Mo Cizhu's defensive formation also worked.

If you can't use your own spiritual power to maintain the barrier, you can only consume spirit stones continuously.

Fortunately, they still have enough spirit stones, and Mo Ciwan added them in time.

However, the storm lasted longer than they expected, and even Mo Cizhu's formation couldn't resist it, and a crack began to appear.

Mo Cizhu was startled, she gritted her teeth and asked Mu Yu and others to guard one side, and then began to repair the barrier by herself.

In this place, every bit of spiritual power consumed is a cost to survive.

But there is no way, if not, the few people may only be buried by these flying sand and rocks.

Mo Cizhu finished repairing with great difficulty, but after a while, it split again.

This time Mo Ciwan stopped Mo Cizhu: "I'll come."

Mo Cizhu didn't rush up, nodded and asked Mo Ciwan to fix it.

After finally making it through the wave of yellow sand, several people breathed a sigh of relief.

Mu Yu looked at the map: "It's only a quarter of the way, let's speed up."

It's just that even if they wanted to, they were destined to be unable to go too fast.

The desert is unpredictable and there are many quicksands. They walked for less than half of the distance after two days, and they were exhausted.

When it was time to rest again after twelve hours, Mu Yu reissued a wave of vestments and gave some pills to replenish spiritual energy.

Mo Cizhu didn't even have the desire to eat meat anymore, she felt that her mouth and nose were about to be sprayed with sand.

After drinking a few sips of water, he sat where he was.

Yuan Li sighed: "This day, I walked a few times before the gate of hell."

Mo Cizhu deeply agrees, no wonder ghosts don't come to this ghostly place.

He took out a Huiyuan Pill and reached out to feed it to Mo Ciwan. Mo Ciwan was slightly embarrassed, but followed her movements and ate it.

"I have it myself."

Mo Cizhu blinked innocently: "Can it be the same?"

She cares about her girlfriend, how can she be as self-sufficient as her girlfriend.

Mo Ciwan laughed softly, and wrapped her in his arms: "It's different."

Yin Shu felt that he couldn't see it, the two of them were getting bored all the way, and they didn't feel too tired to panic.

But it is enviable to look at.

"You guys rest, I'll watch over." Mo Ciwan said softly, after a day of tossing, they were all exhausted.

"Thank you." Yuan Kai and Yuan Li said at the same time.

Afterwards, Mu Yu and Yin Shu also expressed their thanks.

Mo Cizhu didn't rest, and she accompanied Mo Ciwan to keep an eye on the changes around her for fear that another moth would appear.

In fact, their vigilance is not wrong.

There is no alternation of day and night here, you can only calculate the time by yourself, and the eyes are full of yellow sand, and the people who watch it are also restless.

Seeing Mo Cizhu frowned slightly, Mo Ciwan stretched out his hand to hold her hand, stroking the back of her hand comfortingly: "Close your eyes and watch for a while, it will feel better."

Mo Ciwan nodded obediently. It is true that after watching for a long time, even monks have eye pain.

There was nothing wrong with the rest this time, and the few of them breathed a sigh of relief and continued on their way.

However, after only a few steps, they encountered a new problem.

Accidentally fell into the quicksand, Mo Cizhu couldn't help but curse.

Fortunately, Mo Ciwan reacted quickly and immediately vacated with his arms around her.

Mo Cizhu also threw off the streamer that Yun Yao had transformed into and threw it to Yuan Kai who was a step slower to react.

However, everything was not over yet. There were bursts of screams under the quicksand: "Stay, stay."

"Resentful soul." Mo Ciwan mused.

Others also felt it, the soaring resentment, there are not a few resentment souls who want to condense.

Mo Ciwan's eyes became more serious, and the group of resentful souls rose from the quicksand, making the world dark.

"Besieged." Mo Ciwan whispered.

"Everyone moves closer, Zhu'er falls, and the others fight back." Mo Ciwan put Mo Cizhu down, but he did not enter her barrier, but set up a sword formation outside the barrier.

Sword cultivators are originally murderous, but the combination of the Tianwen Mingshu practiced by Mo Ciwan and the way of swords is even more murderous.

There are so many resentful souls, and their grievances are deep, they have condensed into a group, which is more terrifying than a Mahayana monk.

It would be a good way to kill the resentment, but Mo Cizhu suddenly remembered that Fu Dao might be the best way to deal with these resentment.

She couldn't let Mo Ciwan face these things alone and protect all of them alone.

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