Fushengfang Night Travel Notes

Mo Shi's gaze caught Xia Ziwu's attention, and he looked down at him, raising his eyebrows.

"Is this play good?" Mo Shi didn't know why he asked this question, but this person he had only known for a short time made him feel elusive.

"Actors are not good, but this play..." Xia Ziwu stared into Mo Shi's eyes, this was him, so cold-hearted as hell.

"What are you here for?" Mo Shi couldn't figure it out. At first, he thought that the Lord of the Demon City would be the person in front of him, but now it seemed that it was not what he thought, and he was more confused.

Xia Ziwu closed his eyes when he heard this sentence, the scenes of the previous few days suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, and he clenched his hands involuntarily, slightly turning white, but he didn't know it.

"Little blind man..." Mo Shi couldn't help uttering three words, and as soon as the words fell, the two of them fell silent.

Facing Xia Ziwu's silence, Mo Shi also thought a lot. At that moment just now, the fluctuation of Xia Ziwu's breath reminded him of the magic breath he felt at Xia Ziwu's home that day.

Gathering his mind, Mo Shi stared at Xia Ziwu without moving his eyes for a moment. Once this idea came out, he couldn't stop. Xia Ziwu, Mo Wu, the little blind man became a thread in an instant.

Mo Shi just wanted to speak, but was interrupted by words from the hall.

"I want you." Mo Yi's provocative and arrogant words made her less charming.

"You?" The old man's voice followed closely behind, obviously dismissing the words, and only Xia Ziwu saw the old man's flashing smile, and he couldn't help but feel suspicious, slightly serious.

Mo Yi chuckled, and quietly opened her wings, the magic power in her hand condensed into a long whip, her face was cold.

Mo Shi knew that she was making a choice that would lead to success, and defeat would lead to death.

"She won't die." Xia Ziwu saw Mo Shi's nervousness, and said something out of his mouth, but Mo Shi still seemed very nervous.

It was the same scene when I first came to this magic capital, but in a few days, I gave my life here, which is really ironic.

"You want to do something to me." The old man's voice could not be heard fluctuating. "You think you have a chance."

"You can try it, can't you?" Mo Yi replied, clenched the whip in his hand, and at the same time signaled to Mo Liu behind.

Even though Mo Liu is lazy, there is nothing he should learn. The corners of his hair reveal a faint light, a sign of the concentration of magic power.

The old man shook his head helplessly, but he didn't see any magic power, so his figure disappeared into the air.

At this time, Mo Yi and Mo Liu also began to back-to-back to take precautions. Xia Ziwu narrowed his eyes, and this trick again, using the breath of this magic city to hide himself, is not a bad idea.

Didn't I just lose on this at the beginning?

Mo Shi didn't understand the old man's moves like Xia Ziwu did, but he knew that this was the only time the old man had done it since he grew up, but he didn't expect it to be against one of his own people.

But in an instant, the situation in the arena had changed. The old man stood in front of Mo Liu, and the whip in Mo Yi's hand had reached the old man's hand at some point, but the power of the whip seemed to have increased a lot.

Looking along the whip, one end was tied to Mo Liu's body, and it was tied so tightly that at least Mo Liu couldn't break free.

And Mo Yi sat down on the ground, wearing a black dress spilled on the ground, like a coquettish flower, there was already a welt mark on his flawless face, the red was dazzling, and those eyes looked weird.

Xia Ziwu sighed secretly, this is also what he didn't understand in his previous life and now, the old man didn't get rid of Mo Yi and Mo Liu who challenged him, or his death in the past was really stupid.

"It's a fact that we lost." The old man looked at the two with deep eyes, without a hint of a smile.

Mo Yi turned her face away, her hair covered her eyes and her emotions.

"Oh, you can't do this." Mo Liu looked at the old man mockingly, "Old ancestor, you think too much of this devil."

The old man was silent for a while, then spoke slowly.

"Do you know why you brought Mo Wu here?" The old man's voice was low, but he led the two of them and Xia Ziwu over.

"Could it be..." Mo Liu was not stupid, judging from the old man's expression, he had already guessed it all, and suddenly laughed at himself.

"But why did you choose this time?" This is the moment when the battle is in full swing.

"My mother can't stand it anymore, the time is up, just... it's better to be early then."

"Old Ancestor, the people who pass the refining pool can't live to be 30. Is this legend true?" The more Mo Liu said, the more stupid he felt.

The old man nodded, but Xia Ziwu froze, all kinds of flashes flashed in his eyes, Mo Shi just raised his head and looked at him at this moment.

"Half-devils are useless in this demon capital. They can't produce half of their magic power." Mo Yi, who hadn't spoken for a long time, opened his mouth.