The silly king's daughter-in-law is a plant?

The man was obviously stunned by his words, his stunned expression was perfectly hidden under the ghost's face, he turned to smile, and his tone was still indifferent: "The fool's name? Did you see him? Is it a ghost or a wreck?"

Looking directly at the man standing upright, who could fall into the bottomless cliff with one step back, Mo Ling couldn't understand his thoughts, so he was silent for a moment, and finally walked up to the man without saying a word.

He was so confused that he actually regarded the two people from all over the world as one. Xi Mojiu's innocence and loveliness were beyond the reach of men.

The wind at the mouth of the cliff was quite strong, and Mo Ling brushed his smeared hair irritably, and buried his head in the white mist to see the bottomless cliff.

Mo Ling still still doesn't believe that Xi Mojiu really jumped down. He squatted down and looked around. He touched the dry ground with his fingers, and there were particles of dry soil on his white fingertips. He couldn't miss any clues.

Suddenly his eyes lit up, there happened to be a small tree four or five meters away from the mouth of the cliff, Mo Ling peeked at the person beside him, the man didn't notice his small movements, he stood upright like a poplar tree by the street, I don't know what I'm thinking.

Mo Ling secretly rejoiced, endured his headache, and channeled the little tree with his exhausted spiritual power.

"Hululu, who is it?" The immature childish voice murmured, some unpleasant dreams were interrupted.Just now he dreamed that he had grown into a towering tree, and the little yellow flower worshiped him so much that even the passing birds stopped to make nests.

Hearing Xiaoshu's unhappy reply, Mo Ling said sincerely: "Sorry", and then impatiently asked: "Little Sapling, has anyone fallen off the cliff these days?"

The little tree grows between the cliffs. Except for chatting with wild flowers and weeds, or talking to wild birds passing by and resting, this is the first time I heard a human being able to talk to it, and the boredom dissipated immediately. Recalling Mo Ling's question, he had a flash of inspiration and said, "I have! He is still a man in white."

"You remember correctly!" Mo Ling's pale face was flushed with anxiety, he thought to himself that this is not true, maybe Xiaoshu remembered wrongly, and there was no such thing as falling off the cliff.Anxiously waiting for Xiaoshu to tell him that he made a mistake.A drop of cold sweat dripped from the tip of his nose and melted into the dry ground.

Xiaoshu, who was being questioned, groaned: "People don't come here often, and they even jumped off the cliff when they came here, and it happened in the past few days. How could I remember it wrong!"

The cold wind blows away the heat of summer, causing cold sweat all over Mo Ling's back. The little spiritual power left in his body is completely exhausted, and the connection with Xiaoshu is forced to be severed.

Under the double blow of blow and injury, Mo Ling started to cough, and then coughed out tears. He took out the handkerchief in his sleeve to wipe away his tears, and stood up unsteadily.

The man looked at him quietly, and didn't say to help, if Mo Ling stepped on the wrong foot, this thin man would be swallowed up by the cliff.

Thinking of this, the man pulled him back, but Mo Ling ungratefully slapped his hand away, clutching the handkerchief tightly.

"Did you jump? How did you jump?" he asked.

How could a cowardly person like Xi Mojiu, who would cry for a quarter of an hour if he fell, would have the guts to jump off?

What was he thinking when he was standing here at that time? He probably cried out of fear, swallowed his tears and snot, and Mo Ling's heart ached.

It was an indescribable discomfort, like a dull knife slowly cutting off his flesh, piece by piece, not allowing him to be relieved, the pain gathered together, and even breathing became a torture.

The man said: "I told him, I only save one person, he will live you to death, you will live him to death. That fool was so frightened that he sat on the ground and cried loudly. As a result, the strength was not controlled well, and the man rolled down with tears and snot. There is no way, it is my promise, he is dead, I can only choose to save you."

Using the tone of "today's sunshine is really good", the man described his crime indifferently, and chuckled twice when he talked about what he thought was interesting, making his liver hurt.

He grabbed the man's collar with both hands, held the man's eyes to meet his own, and tried to burn the man to ashes with the anger in his eyes, his voice was trembling: "It's just a fool! He's just a fool, why do you... Kill him!? How can I do it?"

The sweeping storm eventually turned into a whisper.

Perhaps Mo Ling's pain was conveyed to the man. The man hesitated for a second, and tried not to hold Mo Ling in his arms, and he insisted on returning to his inhuman appearance.

"What does he have to do with me? He has no relatives or reason, so why should I save him?" The man pushed Mo Ling to the ground and straightened his messy collar.

He looked down at Mo Ling who was lying unwillingly on the ground, thought of something interesting, rolled his eyes, and pressed himself down. Seeing that something was wrong, Mo Ling hurriedly rolled away, but the man was one step ahead of him.

The man is very strong, and he easily restrained him.Hold Mo Ling's hands, raise his hands above his head, press his left foot against Mo Ling's feet, and kneel down with his right foot.

"Bastard! Let go!" Mo Ling struggled furiously.

"Don't move." The man wrapped his free arms around Mo Ling's slender waist, he deliberately buried in Mo Ling's ear and let out a breath of hot air, and then wrapped his mouth around Ruyu's earlobe evil-heartedly.

Mo Ling felt sick again and again, struggling more and more violently.

"Disgusting, shameless! They are all tough men, you pervert!" Mo Ling cursed him.

"Who said you are hard? You don't know that your body is very soft." The man chuckled in a low tone, not forgetting to eat tofu.

"I am going to kill you!"

Hearing that the man's movements stopped, he was not angry, but laughed happily. He pressed the man to the ground and changed his posture to stop him.The man appreciated Mo Ling's ruthless expression, and said, "What's the reason? For you? Or revenge for a fool?"

"Oh..." Mo Ling spit out his face, resentful: "There are all of them. If you escape to the ends of the earth, I will not let you go. I will cut you to pieces to avenge Jiu'er!"

"Aren't you afraid that I'll kill you right now?"

"If you want to kill me, why do you have to talk nonsense with me. If you don't kill me, there must be a reason why you can't kill me."

How could it really kill you?The man chuckled, and hit Mo Ling's forehead with his masked head. He didn't have much strength, but he still gave Mo Ling a blush.

This man doesn't know what kind of madness he is spreading?Mo Ling could only stare at him, wary of his next move.

The man let go of him, got up and stepped back several meters.

"It's an agreement, Tianya Haijiao will find me, and kill me with a thousand swords!"

Mo Ling rubbed his sore arms and sat up. Before he could reply, the man was facing him, put his foot on the ground, rose into the air, and disappeared into the dense forest for a moment.