MTL - The Transmigrated Senior Martial Brother-Chapter 97

Guanghe took the lead to step down from the flying boat, followed by four people behind him. One was a little girl who had spoken before, and she was surrounded by a man who looked quite silent. The remaining two people are once clear and light in the devil world.

Seeing the breeze and swaying, Qin Mo Wei Wei, I did not expect him to meet these two people again after five years.

The breeze clearly saw Qin Mo, her eyes flashed, and the cold and undulating heart of the lake trembled. She remembered Qin Mo, and Lin Zikai died in the arms of this person. Thinking of Lin Zikai, her heart hurts a little, and the breath of her body is once again low.

A few people have been chilling for a while, and Lin Yuan and Jing Kong have read the curse several times to surpass the overwhelming grievances here.

Linyuan’s four people came to Wanshan Town to go to the blue sky with the concentration of disciples of other sects. However, Wanshan Town nowadays obviously can no longer live. After Guanghe was sent to other people, he left with them in a flying boat.

Qin Moyi did not leave too far, but stayed in the wilderness near Wanshan Town.

When they settled down, the sky was already dark.

The autumn wind picked up and blew a piece of fallen leaves. Several people sat on the grass and did not speak. After experiencing things in Wanshan Town, everyone’s hearts were inevitably heavy.

Lin Yuan sat on the ground, his eyes sneaked to Qin Mo not far away. At this time, Qin ink eyes closed, it seems to be meditating, just watching it, Lin Yuan suddenly remembered the scene he came here five years ago.

Five years ago, he was clearly fighting with the master who had fallen into the Magic Road, but in the next moment, a black hole appeared out of thin air. It was this black hole that brought him to this strange world.

Lin Yuan’s eyes were drooping, and he sighed in his heart. The world is completely different from the world he knows. Even the masters are completely replaced by one person.

It is undeniable that when he saw such a Qin ink, he was alert in his heart, but he had a little more to say that he could not tell the unclear joy. When the master died in the magic road because of him, his heart was always embarrassed.

Seeing the moment the atmosphere was quiet and strange, the little book frowned, and raised a hand, a palm-sized house appeared in her palm. Touching the house, the small book palms turned and threw it into the air.

The house has risen in the face of the wind, and it has only become a normal size. The little book eyebrows bent and said: "This is the house that I have refined for me. I can live two people."

With that said, she pulled the breeze forward and smiled: "Breeze sister and I go to rest, stay with these stinky men to watch the night."

Pulled by the small book, the breeze did not refuse, and looked at Lin Yuan subconsciously. She knew that she was not a half-hearted person, but when she thought about Lin Zikai in her heart, her eyes always fell on Lin Yuan unconsciously.

The breeze licked his lips and walked quickly with the book to the house. The people present were all nervous men, and naturally no one found her abnormal.

The comprehensible does not have to sleep at night, but in addition to the practice of retreat or concentrate on upgrading, the disciples of the general martial art are very comfortable at night, saying that it is not a high bed soft pillow.

After the second woman entered the house, she was even quieter.

“噼噼啪啪”, perhaps the reason why the firewood is somewhat moist here, the sound of the sound is crisp and blasting when the flame burns. In the quiet night, the sound became clearer and clearer, but few people here could not hear it because they were already asleep.

A mist slowly spread in the open wilderness, and the fog became thicker and thicker, and finally the central fire was completely covered. The shattering rustling came from afar.

At this moment, Lin Yuan suddenly opened his eyes. Unlike in the past, at this moment, his dark eyes are dull. At the moment he opened his eyes, his hair became white, just like a layer of silver cream in an instant.

He first glanced at the surrounding environment, his eyes were dark and incomparable. It seemed to be shocked by his gaze. The dark things shook a little, and the shattered sound suddenly disappeared.

He stood up and walked quickly toward the direction of Qin Mo. When he walked into Qin Mo's side, he suddenly slammed and stared at Qin Mo, who was closed.

Qin Mo is doing a dream at this moment, a very complicated dream.

Only ten-year-old Lin Zikai stood beside him, his mouth bent, and a shallow dimple was exposed on his right cheek. He only said that he firmly said: "I like the master."

When the time flies, the fifteen-year-old Lin Zikai stood in the distance and watched him be besieged by the righteous monk. The corner of his mouth evoked: "Master, why don't you understand? The whole world only I will stand by you unconditionally."

As soon as the camera turned, he was smashed by the woods on the stone bed in the ground. Lin Biao dropped a kiss on his lips and muttered in a low voice: "Master, I love you."

At the end of the lens, it was a blood red. It was the blood of Lin Zikai. He was lying on the ground with a breath of breath, but with a satisfied smile on his face, he said softly: "Master, I am sorry."

Qin Mo took a deep breath and slammed his eyes open. Lin Yuan was kneeling in front of him, his eyes staring at him.

Looking at the familiar Danfeng eyes on Linyuan’s face, Qin Mo’s eyes narrowed and he held Lin Yuan’s arm in the backhand and called: “Lin Ziwei.”

Lin Yuan stayed for a moment, and his heart turned around thousands of thoughts, but his face was quiet and smiled: "Qin Modaoyou, you admit the wrong person."

Looking at the smile on Lin Yuan's face, Qin Mo slowly loosened his hand. This person is not Lin Zikai. If Lin Zizhen, he will not be like this to him. Qin Mo used to look at the scores clearly. When Lin Yuan first saw him, his eyes were full of vigilance.

Thinking of this, Qin Mok lived, even if Lin Zikai did that kind of thing to him, he believed in him.

Looking at Qin Mo's release of his hand, Lin Yuan's eyes flashed, and then his brows were slightly stunned. Some hesitated and said: "Qin Modaoyou, you seem to have a devil."

The devil, Qin ink slowly chewed two words, he has a heart, he knows. At the time when the Qingming Island was broken, the demon had appeared once. If it wasn’t for the uncle, it would have been with him.

Qin Mo Xiu’s fingers clenched, perhaps because Lin Zi’s death was too fierce, and he gave birth to a demons.

Seeing the expression on the surface of the Qin ink is unchanged, still in the cold look, Lin Yuan's heart is very anxious. When the master lost to him in the competition, he gave birth to a demons, and then he was completely stunned by the little sister's things.

Lin Yuan also refused to take care of many of them. He stretched his hand to Qin Mo’s hand, but his tone was firm but firm: “Don’t be afraid, I will help you.” I don’t know if it’s his illusion, the moment he took Qin’s hand, he The knowledge of the sea suddenly hurts.

A little moonlight fell on Lin Yuan's body, which even lining his brilliance as jade. If it was a woman, she might have lost her heart.

However, Qin Mo was slightly frowning and confused. He just said that he was afraid? Without the traces of earning the shackles of Lin Yuan, Qin Mo gently "gone" and looked around.

The fog around it is getting thicker and thicker.

"Dangdang... jingle..." The crisp bell rang and it looked very strange in the environment at the moment.

The bodies of Qin Mo and Lin Yuan were shocked at the same time, and they looked at the front with vigilance.

A black puppies came out of the thick fog, and a small bronze bell hung around his neck. The previous voice was from the bell, and they were looking at them with their bright eyes.

Qin Mo and Lin Yuan did not relax their vigilance because of its cute appearance. There is no real cute and dangerous animal in the realm of cultivation.

"That is a nightmare."

When Qin Mo turned his head and saw it, he saw that he was walking from the side. Even in the deep fog, his movements were still not urgent.

He noticed that Qin Mo was watching him, swaying his lips and bending slightly. He said: "The beasts record that the nightmare is invisible, and it often appears in a dog shape. When it appears, there will be thick fog."

Having said that, he paused and said: "Because of my eyes... so my other senses are extremely sharp. I noticed an abnormality when the mist appeared. I didn't expect it to be a nightmare."

"What should I do now? Grab the nightmare?" Lin Yuan looked back and saw a few people behind him. They were peaceful and their faces were very pleasant. It was obviously a dream.

"There is no other way, the nightmare is invisible, and I can't catch it. I can only hope that Guanghe Shishu wakes up." He shook his head.

The fog is getting thicker and thicker, and you can't see your fingers. In a white space, you can only see the dark, bright eyes of the nightmare, and the atmosphere is very quiet.

Qin Mo touched his sleeves and glanced at the two people who looked anxiously. The gods slowly swam to the side of the nightmare. When they arrived behind them, they turned into a fine sword and slid toward it. . The nightmare is invisible, and the gods are invisible. Maybe it can hurt it.

In the thick fog, only the air was shocked, and then a scream was made in the mouth of the nightmare.

Qin Mo’s hand grabbing the sleeves loosened and seemed to be a success.

Then he looked white, his fingers trembled, and his knowledge was attacked. Qin Mo looked at the direction of the nightmare and fixedly said: "There are people there."

When I heard this, Lin Yuan and the singer were both awkward.