The loyal dog of the villain Shizun is a and milky

Ji Qinglin didn't know what Si Ruochen was thinking all the time without speaking. If he knew now, he would definitely be on guard against him when preparing for what Chu Yuan did in his previous life.

After this questioning, Si Ruochen was more or less convinced of Ji Qinglin's identity.

He and Liu Yu'an were close friends in the past and present, no matter how much he hated his beloved brother, he couldn't let him fend for himself.

He sighed silently in his heart.

Letting Ji Qinglin go, turned his head to look at Mo Song, raised his chin slightly, and signaled:

"You keep talking."

This is what it means to put aside the doubts in your heart for the time being and agree with Ji Qinglin to follow him.

Mo Song sees the truth and doesn't tell the truth, silently watching his master pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, regained his senses, and continued to say:

"At this moment, we should have entered the fantasy land that traps the formation of Qianji Pavilion. The fantasy environment inside is intertwined. One life is two, two is three, and three is all things. The end of the illusion is an endless illusion. "

Illusion is the hardest thing to break through, no matter how powerful the skill is, it is as powerless as punching cotton.

Si Ruochen frowned: "Can't we get out?"

Mo Song faltered: "Well... It's not entirely true that you can't get out at all..."

"Because there are so many desperadoes coming here one after another, one is to go to the sales hall of Qianji Pavilion to buy or sell news under the leadership of the gatekeepers on the night of the full moon."

The Qianji Pavilion is deeply trapped, and only the sales hall can communicate with the outside world.

"Just like Liu Yihan and I back then, naturally, the price depends on the value of the news."

Si Ruochen sneered: "I'm curious, what price Liu Yihan paid back then for the fake news that you almost lost your life."

Mo Song swallowed his saliva, felt the sword on his neck start to move again, and couldn't wait to drink his blood dry.

Backed away in fear.

Ji Qinglin couldn't figure out why Si Ruochen was so obsessed with cleaning him up.

Is it because of the protagonist's sense of justice and mission?

Ji Qinglin urged Mo Song impatiently: "Is there another one?"

Si Ruochen turned to look at him.

Seeing this person glance at him again, the impatience on Ji Qinglin's face was wiped away, and he immediately put on a good-natured smirk.

Mo Song breathed a sigh of relief and said:

"It can be said that most of the people who entered this fantasy land in the inn today are for the second type, because Qianji Pavilion has only one pavilion master and several elders since its establishment, and the position of young pavilion master has been vacant until now. "

After a brief pause, he continued,

"The pavilion master once promised to the outside world that if someone can successfully break through the illusion and enter the Qianji Pavilion, he will be the young pavilion master of the Qianji Pavilion and the first choice for the next pavilion master."

It can be said that no one in Qianji Pavilion would dare to offend easily in this world.

Although trapped in a square inch, he knows everything in the world, and financial power and power cannot be underestimated. If he is not trapped in this deadly place, he does not know what kind of storms will be caused outside.

"When you were at the Wujian Inn, you gave some of them a red stone engraved with strange patterns. Presumably this kind of person is the second type of person?"

"This stone can ensure that they will not be crushed into ashes when they enter the magic circle outside the full moon night, and they can enter safely."

Si Ruochen firmly said,

"You wanted to spend the night of the full moon tonight and send away all the first wave of people who went to the sales hall, and then send this wave of people away, but you didn't expect something to go wrong, right?"

Mo Song sighed helplessly,

"You really know everything, and you can't hide anything from you."

Si Ruochen said indifferently: "He is a person who is about to die. If he fights hard, he may be put to death and survived. Who would not be happy with such a good deal?"

Ji Qinglin cursed inwardly: You are not a dying person, why are you here to join in the fun?

Then he pretended to be ignorant: "Is there no one who went in? Otherwise, how could Qianji Pavilion still have such rules after all these years?"

"Yes, so far no one has broken into the Qianji Pavilion from the illusion." Mo Song was a little discouraged, "Oh, maybe we will be trapped here to death together."

So far, it does seem like a good destination for them.

Si Ruochen's desire to go to Qianji Pavilion is like a dream come true.

Ji Qinglin is in a good mood, he doesn't have to worry about how to get out, after all, this formation was created by his adoptive father Ling Qing.

Suddenly, Si Ruochen stood up: "Not necessarily."

He looked up at the endless blue sky above his head, the end of the white clouds seemed to never end.

Withdrawing his gaze, those deep eyes seemed to see through Mo Song,

He took out the crimson red stone in his arms, and saw Mo Song's body stiffen obviously.

"This stone is not only to protect us from entering the battle safely, right?"

The corner of Mo Song's mouth twitched: "What else can I do?"

"This stone is called the Remembrance Stone. It comes from the Fuyun Building. The Remembrance Stone used to record all his experiences will return to the gatekeepers after his death."

Mo Song's gaze instantly became rigid.

"To put it simply, as the gatekeeper, you should be very clear about what you will experience when you come here, because you have definitely seen it countless times with your own eyes."

Ji Qinglin also looked at him curiously.

With a clear voice, Si Ruochen smiled ironically:

"In the past few years, countless people have been willing to devote themselves to it, for an illusory promise, but they don't know that they have already become pawns used by others to survey the illusion. Are you right?"

"Qianji Pavilion wants to escape, but uses other people as experimental products. This calculation is really brilliant."

Under his strong pressure, Mo Song finally couldn't help taking a half step back, swallowed,

"Since you know everything, why are you asking me?"

There is nowhere to rest the panicked eyes.

"I'm just reminding you, don't try to lie to me with clumsy lies, I know more than you!"

Now that the words have been made clear, there is no need to hide them anymore, Si Ruochen went straight in,

"After so many years of investigation in Qianji Pavilion, I must have some understanding of this illusion. As a gatekeeper, so do you."

He made a sudden move, grabbing Mo Song's hanging arm with his left hand, with a click, only to hear Mo Song's scream like killing a pig.

Broken bones reset.

Mo Song looked up in shock.

Si Ruochen only gave him a threatening look:

"If I can cure it, I can naturally destroy it. Only by leading the way can you be qualified to talk about life with me."

Mo Song sighed, and stood up resignedly.

This man was just like his master.

Just as difficult.

He couldn't beat him again and again, and he was also not his opponent if he played tricks.

Giving up the dying struggle gave Ji Qinglin a helpless look.

Look, it's not that I don't work hard, it's that this person is not easy to cheat...

Looking down at Si Ruochen's appalling right hand, he couldn't bear to say, "Aren't you treating yourself first?"

Si Ruochen glanced at his right hand in disgust, a gloomy look flashed in his eyes, and said indifferently:

"There's nothing to cure."

"Let's go."

Turning around and leaving, he didn't forget to give Ji Qinglin, the culprit, a sharp look.

Ji Qinglin, who understood everything in an instant, was furious.

how?He is poisonous, isn't he?If you touch it, you don't even need your arms!

There might be something wrong with this guy!

Maliciousness suddenly arose in his heart, and he wanted to prevent Si Ruochen from entering the Qianji Pavilion. While the two were walking ahead, Ji Qing deliberately fell behind, slipped suddenly, sat on the ground with his buttocks, and pulled out a long long tune:

"what--"

The birds on the tree were frightened and fled in all directions.

The two people in front looked back.

As if feeling disgusting enough, after the two turned their heads, Ji Qinglin blinked and only stared at Si Ruochen.

Sitting on the ground hugging his legs, he said aggrievedly:

"Brother, it hurts~ I have to carry it~"

Si Ruochen slowly clenched his fists and took a deep breath, his lips trembling with anger.

"Don't call it that."

Ji Qinglin felt genuinely happy.

Hypocrisy is a disease that can be cured.

Today, as a teacher, I will give you a good cure for your stinky problem!

"Get up by yourself."

Si Ruochen was indifferent.

"No, my leg is broken, I can't get up!"

"I'm going to carry it on my back!"

Ji Qinglin brought the rascal to the extreme, sat on the ground and stared at him eagerly.

The bright sunlight poured down through the green tree cover above, and fell on the stubborn and wronged face of the immature boy.

His pink mouth was pouted high, and he stared helplessly, like a proud phoenix that had fallen from a sycamore tree, instructing the slave to carry him back.

But the only two living creatures at the moment did not have such thoughts.

Mo Song knew very well what kind of virtue his master was, delicate?nonexistent!

As long as he is willing, he can smash his sky cap with his bare hands!

Stand by and watch a play.

Si Ruochen only felt a headache looking at this arrogant and presumptuous young man, especially when he saw him facing his master's face.

Does he fit?

"Can't you get up?" Si Ruochen crouched in front of him, with a warning in his tone.

Will Ji Qinglin be afraid?

If Si Ruochen didn't recite him today, he wouldn't be determined. Anyway, he looks like he's only 16 now, and he's using Liu Qingshu's name impersonally, so there's no shame in it.

Simply sprinkle to the end.

"No!"

"I, up, no, come—"

"I want my brother to carry it~"

Si Ruochen smiled coldly:

"Okay, very good."