Report Mozun, your enemy is reborn

With the shattering of the mirror of delusional memory, Duan Lang found himself standing in a strange dense forest. The dense trees covered the sky and the sun, and the sunlight fell through the gaps in the leaves, and pieces of light fell on the ground.

He is out now?

It came out so simple?

What about Rong Zhi?And where is Mo Yuan?

Feng Jiujiu flapped her wings and circled in the air like crazy, her voice cracked with excitement.

"Ahhh, I finally came out! Let me just say, the way of the young master who is the best in heaven."

Duan Lang: "..."

I'm afraid you are not a fool.

Xiao Hei tilted his head and looked around blankly.

Like Feng Jiujiu, the Treasure Hunting Mouse ran around like crazy.

Duan Lang suddenly felt tired from traveling with kindergarten children.

He threw the Xing Ling Sword out, commanded it to grow bigger with his divine sense, first grabbed Xiao Hei, and then pulled out the treasure hunting mouse that was about to burrow into the ground.

"Let's go, look elsewhere."

He used his spiritual sense to probe just now, and there was a village not far ahead, and there seemed to be people living there.

Feng Jiujiu waved her wings, and said arrogantly: "I won't go. Lord, I want to go wandering by myself."

After finally getting out of that wretched place, it doesn't want to be with this monk who loves to bully it and engage in intercourse between men and women.

Duan Lang waved his hand, "It's okay to leave."

His attitude was so unrestrained, Feng Jiujiu felt uncomfortable, and snorted: "Forget it, I will accompany you to have a look. By the way, don't you wait for that hairless black man?"

Duan Lang's feet stiffened and he almost fell off the sword.He looked around hastily, "Keep your voice down, what if he is summoned?"

He is not a masochist, he finally got out of Mo Yuan's control, how could he find him.

Anyway, with Mo Yuan's abilities, he would never die.

Feng Jiujiu suddenly realized: "So you don't like black men, you like white men."

Duan Lang: "..."

Boy, you are a genius for logic.

"I don't like either of them, so you can shut up."

Feng Jiujiu was too lazy to fly, so she retracted her wings and landed on the hilt of Xingling Sword, "Why? Doesn't that white man like you very much?"

Duan Lang thought of Rong Zhi's last sentence of waiting for you to come back, and the sorrow surging in Shen Leng Mo's eyes, his chest seemed to be missing a piece suddenly and became hollow.

He didn't understand why he felt this way, since he and Rong Zhi didn't know each other.

Could it be the original owner?

Duan Lang suddenly felt that he might have touched the truth of the matter.

As for why he has no memory about Rong Zhi, maybe it's another unspeakable bloody story.

For example, in fact, the original Duan Lang has amnesia or something, which sounds like a crispy duck literary novel that makes little girls and boys cry.

In this way, when he was in the realm of delusional memory, he might really have wrongly blamed Rong Zhi.Hope to apologize to him next time.

Xinglingjian was flying very fast, and Duan Lang was anxious to stay far away from here. It didn't take long for him to leave the dense forest and come to the small village.

Although the village is small, it has all kinds of internal organs, plowed fields and raised chickens, ducks, cattle and sheep, which has a very mortal atmosphere of fireworks.

There is a big tree at the entrance of the village. Under the tree, villagers in twos and threes are chatting and a few children are playing.

They are all mortals who have no cultivation at all.

Afraid of scaring them, Duan Lang stopped when he was still a mile away from the village, and then made Xiao Hei shrink and wrapped it around his wrist.

Xiao Hui had no way to become smaller, so he could only hug him, and told Feng Jiujiu, "Don't open your mouth for a while, animals should look like animals, you know?"

Otherwise, what if the people in the village regard him as a monster and burn him to death?

Feng Jiujiu said unwillingly: "Why?"

Duan Lang glanced at it, half-threatening and half-threatening: "Because talking birds are all monsters, they were all captured and plucked to make soup."

Feng Jiujiu landed on Duan Lang's head, arrogance was very arrogant, "Young master is not afraid, if they dare to catch me, I will burn them all."

Duan Lang stretched out his hand to grab Feng Jiujiu, and smiled charmingly, "Then I'll stew you."

He stared at Feng Jiujiu viciously, his eyes were evil, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was particularly bloodthirsty.

Feng Jiujiu choked in fright, the bird's eyes widened.

Who is this person in front of me?Why did he suddenly become scarier than black men...

Duan Lang retracted his expression, squeezed its wings, and said with a smile: "It's just you, you little one, let's rest."

He frightened Feng Jiujiu like this just by acting casually, it seems that the sword is not old.The black fans on the Internet also said that he was superior based on his looks, but he wanted to, but his strength didn't allow it.

Feng Jiujiu instantly understood that Duan Lang was trying to scare her just now, she was about to explode, Duan Lang gave her a threatening look, "Hmph, I'm not afraid of you."

It said so, but obediently landed on Duan Lang's shoulder and stopped.

In any case, he did not admit that it was frightened by Duan Lang's appearance just now.

The treasure hunting mouse has always been very obediently huddled in Duan Lang's arms, quietly acting as a pet.

Xiao Hei wanted to crawl over to find Feng Jiujiu again, but was glared at by it, and shrank back aggrievedly.

Duan Lang took them and soon arrived at the entrance of the village.

Looking at the crooked willow tree at the entrance of the village, he frowned and asked Feng Jiujiu, "Does this tree look familiar to you?"

Looking left and right, the degree and appearance of the crookedness are exactly the same as the one in the Dreamland.Even the hollow tree looks like the identical twins.

Feng Jiu said: "It seems a bit."

——The treasure hunting mouse that had been obediently staying in his arms suddenly jumped to the ground, ran towards the willow tree like an arrow from the string, and then burrowed into the tree hole.

The villagers sitting under the tree jumped up one after another.

"What was that just now?"

"Why is it gone? Is it a mouse?"

"Is there a mouse that big? Could it be a yellow-skinned mouse."

Duan Lang stroked his forehead, hurriedly walked over, and cupped his hands, "Sorry, that was my pet just now, it just likes to run around and disturb the folks."

The villagers raised their heads one after another, and after seeing Duan Lang's appearance, they suddenly widened their eyes, stared at the unbelievably pretty face, and stayed there...

This... is this little brother a fairy in the sky?

How do you look so good-looking!

Even the most beautiful daughter-in-law of the Zhao family in the village can't compare to him.

The above are the thoughts in the hearts of all the villagers.

Duan Lang has long been accustomed to this amazing expression. He was a top trafficker in his previous life, and he was stared at with such fiery eyes every time he appeared on the stage.

He flicked his finger lightly, "Fellow folks, can I ask where this is?"

The villagers only felt a pleasant crisp sound in their heads, and they came back to their senses in an instant.

"This little brother, our place is called Yin Family Village, I don't know why the little brother came to our place?"

The one who spoke was Lao Yin, who was slightly older among the villagers and had seen the world several times in the city.

Yin Family Village?

That should be the Yin Family Town in the Realm of Delusion, right?

But why isn't there that lifeless river here?And it looks much smaller than the previous Yinjia Town.

Duan Lang and Lao Yin exchanged a few words, "Brother Yin, do you know Canglan Immortal Gate?"

Lao Yin looked bewildered, "Canglan Immortal Gate? What kind of place is that? Is it where the gods live?"

The people here have lived in Yinjia Village for generations, and the farthest place they have been to is Luoyang City, two hundred miles away.

As for Canglan Xianmen, they have never even heard of it.

At this moment, the treasure hunter came out of the tree hole, squeaked, and ran towards Duan Lang, with a pair of bright black eyes rolling around.

When Duan Lang saw it like this, he knew something was wrong.

He bent down to fish out the treasure hunting mouse, hugged it into his arms, and said to Old Yin with a smile: "Brother Yin, it's getting late, and it's not safe to drive at night. I don't know if I can stay in your village for a night. pay for board and lodging.”

He always felt that the matter of the Paradoxical Realm was a bit difficult, and since the Yin Family Village had the same name as the Yin Family Town, he wanted to stay and see the situation.

What people in the village lack most is a vacant room. When Duan Lang made a request, Lao Yin immediately took him to his home and gave him the best room.

"Brother Duan, stay here, I'll call you for dinner later. I just happened to have mushrooms picked today, and I'll cook a chicken."

The chickens raised by the rural people are all used for laying eggs, and only one will be slaughtered during the festivals, so that they can eat some meat to improve their meals.

But this little brother who claimed to be surnamed Duan was like a fairy, so he didn't dare to treat him with ordinary food, because he was afraid that he would be wronged.

Duan Lang originally wanted to say that there was no need to be so troublesome, but after hearing the last sentence, he swallowed calmly.

"Then I will trouble Brother Yin."

Rejection is impossible.

It is never possible to refuse the taste of stewed chicken with mushrooms.

After sending Brother Yin away, Duan Lang held the two front paws of the treasure hunting mouse and lifted it up, "What treasure did you find?"

The treasure hunting mouse didn't dare to hide its secrets, opened its mouth, and swallowed what it just found.

"It's still the mirror."

The mirror was obviously spit out from its mouth, but the surface was clean without any saliva.

Duan Lang pinched the paw of the treasure hunting mouse, took a few pieces of snacks from the storage bag, and gave each of them a piece, and then began to look at the mirror carefully.

Compared to before, this mirror looks much newer. The front mirror is brand new and shiny, and can almost clearly see the pores of people.

Feng Jiujiu had already finished her snacks, and seeing Duan Lang was still staring at the mirror, she asked strangely, "What are you looking at? Is there something wrong?"

Duan Lang rubbed his chin, his tone full of complacency, "Of course it depends on me. It's a pity that I don't appreciate my beauty in this prosperous age."

Feng Jiujiu: "..."

It rolled its eyes unceremoniously, "Your narcissistic fart is exactly the same as the stinky fart in our clan."

Duan Lang said casually, "Then what race are you?"

Speaking of which, Feng Jiujiu's blood seemed to have a restraining effect on Mo Yuan's devilish energy, just like his.

In that case... he wouldn't be of the same race as Feng Jiujiu, would he?

Duan Lang was startled by this sudden thought, and turned his head to stare at Feng Jiujiu suddenly, feeling desperate in his heart.

If he is really of the same family as Feng Jiujiu, and his body is as black as it, like a black coal ball, then what face does he have to live in this world.

The author has something to say

I went to the hospital for an examination today, and the doctor said that my cervical spondylosis had compressed the nerves, resulting in insufficient blood supply to the brain.

I hope you all pay more attention to your body and try not to be a bow-headed person.