Princess Against the World

"Patriarch Zhou, I know that your Zhou family has always focused on collecting data. Telling me about this today, you must have your own set!"

Dingmiao sighed quietly in his heart, and followed Zhou Yan's gaze into the distance.

"If you have anything, just say, I'm listening!"

Who knows, Zhou Yan shook his head seriously, "I don't know!"

"..."

Don't know how unpredictable it is? !

"I only know that this place must have its meaning, and it will definitely not be as simple as the Mohist's burial ground!"

Dingmiao raised his eyebrows: "What Zhou Patriarch meant is to tell me that everything you said was just your Zhou's guess?"

"Not a guess, but a speculation!"

Zhou Yan concluded that the Mo family and the Miao family must have reached a tacit understanding.

His eyes moved slightly, and he looked at Dingmiao with a smile.

"Although I don't know much about the memory and inheritance of the Mohist school, one thing is certain... Those things will be imprinted in your mind like they are rooted, and you can't forget them if you want to forget them!"

Dingmiao's pupils shrank instantly: "What does Patriarch Zhou mean?"

"Means nothing……"

The voice paused slightly, but Zhou Yan stared into his eyes again.

"About Guimenguan, do you really not think of it at all?"

Dingmiao kept silent.

Zhou Yan also stopped asking questions, but led the way with a smile.

Behind him, Dingmiao's eyes narrowed, quietly looking in the direction of Mo You and others.

Zhou Yan's insight is really extraordinary.

He could say that, he must have seen something.

Regarding the Guimen Pass, there are indeed some memories passed down in his mind.

just--

Those memories can't be said!

At the very least, I can't say it now.

Sighing, he looked in Ling Luoyu's direction again.

"Miss Ling, I hope our trip goes smoothly and there won't be any messy things!"

If everything goes well, then he doesn't need to say anything.

Otherwise--

After looking at Junlai, then at Ling Luoyu, he shook his head gently.

"I don't know if it is God's will for us to come here!"

As a weak woman in the group, Yan Ziyue's cultivation base is the lowest, and the speed is naturally the slowest.

Often it was Jun Lai who took ten steps, but she only took three steps over there.

After waiting for one error, the progress of Junlai is obviously behind.

Looking at the voices of the other teams, Ju Lai frowned.

"Miss Yan, if you and I go on like this again, it is estimated that when they come back, we have not been able to walk back and forth!"

Yan Ziyue didn't take it seriously: "We are here to find something, and not to compete. What does it matter who is fast and who is slow!?"

Jun Lai was anxious, but he couldn't say it anymore, but after going up far away, he swept away the snow on a rock and sank and sat down.

"You said you, why do you want to follow?"

It is simply a drag.

Of course, this sentence also complained in my heart.

"If you dislike me for being slow, I can go back now!"

Yan Ziyue stopped, hands on hips, very serious.

"But before I go back, you have to tell me, what the **** is going on with me?"

Jun Lai avoided her sight: "How do I know about you?"

"is it?"

Yan Ziyue sneered and continued to step forward.

"If you say that, then I really have nothing to say..."

When she slipped, she fell into the snow, all she got was snow.

"you……"