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He muttered secretly, and said with a smile: "My name is Duan Lang, and this is my junior brother Mo Yuan. We were also sent here by the teleportation array, and there is a high probability that we will not be able to get out. Because a bird fell here ten minutes year, and did not go out."

Rong Zhi said lightly, "That's it. It's really troublesome."

He said trouble, but he didn't show the slightest distressed expression. Instead, there was a faint smile on the corner of his lips, as if he was happy to fall here.

Duan Lang: "..."

Could it be a Buddhist cultivator?

The Buddhist system is good, and the Buddhist system does not fight or grab, especially suitable for being friends.

He decided to win over this man, and warmly invited: "We are going to the street to have a look, do you want to come together, Fellow Daoist Rong?"

Mo Yuan's face darkened suddenly, and he said coldly: "Senior brother, have you asked my opinion?"

Duan Lang was puzzled, "Junior brother, we are both degenerates in the end of the world, so we can go for a walk together, don't you want to?"

Mo Yuan glanced at the man named Rong Zhi, and threw out a few hard words, "I don't want to."

He felt uncomfortable looking at this man, especially the other's gaze glued to Duan Lang's body, which made him wish to gouge out his eyeballs.

However, the aura exuded by the other party made him quite afraid, and made him dare not take it lightly.

Duan Lang: "Junior brother, don't be willful at this time. In case Fellow Daoist Rong finds something we haven't noticed, wouldn't it be great to leave here early?"

The smile on Rong Zhi's face faded, he glanced at Mo Yuan lightly, and said to Duan Lang: "Perhaps this fellow Taoist Mo is so hostile to me because he is afraid that I will snatch you away. Fellow Taoist Duan doesn't have to force him. "

Duan Lang: "..."

The handsome guy's eyes seem to be not very good.What does it mean to be afraid that he will be robbed?Mo Yuan clearly wanted to tear him into pieces.

Mo Yuan's face turned blue when Rong Zhi's words provoked him, and he asked Duan Lang in a cold voice, "Brother, are you going or not?"

Duan Lang wanted to persuade again, "Junior Brother..."

Mo Yuan didn't wait for him to finish speaking, he gave him a cold look, threw his robe, "If you don't go, I'll go."

Rong Zhi said indifferently: "Why does Fellow Daoist Mo make it difficult for Fellow Daoist Duan, wouldn't it be better for us to go together?"

Duan Lang: "..."

Why did Rong Zhi's words sound good, but it made him feel like adding fuel to the fire.

Seeing that Mo Yuan really flung his sleeves and left, he shook his head speechlessly, and said to Rong Zhi: "I'm sorry, Fellow Daoist Rong, my junior brother has a bit of a bad temper."

God forgive me, I told a lie, Mogou's temper is not a bit bad, but very bad, but my family still needs to maintain it, can't let outsiders see the joke, right?

Rong Zhi smiled suddenly, like thousands of pear blossoms and thousands of trees blooming after the rain, his already dazzling and outstanding face was even more thrilling.

Duan Lang's heart beat so fast suddenly that he froze.

The same is a man, how can there be someone who can look so good-looking.In the entertainment industry, I'm afraid that his reputation as the little prince of flowers will be suppressed, right?

Rong Zhi looked at Duan Lang steadfastly, with complex emotions surging deep in his eyes, "Duan A-Lang has such a good temper." He seemed to feel that he was too abrupt

He said again, "May I call you A-Lang?"

Duan Lang quickly regained consciousness, thinking that he was stunned by a man, a little embarrassed, touched the tip of his nose, "Of course."

The name is just a code name, you can call it anything.

Rong Zhi walked in front of Duan Lang, moved the umbrella in his hand to the top of his head, lightly touched his shoulder with his fingers, "It's raining heavily, Ah Lang and I should share an umbrella."

Duan Lang subconsciously turned sideways to dodge, and when he realized that Rong Zhi was just helping him dry his clothes with a cleansing formula, his face couldn't help but heat up, "Let's...let's go quickly."

Rong Zhi lowered his eyes to hide his emotions, "Let's go."

It's not that Duan Lang doesn't doubt Rong Zhi's identity. After all, there is an outstanding man suddenly appearing in this weird place, which seems a bit abrupt no matter how you look at it. After there was no malice, he finally calmed down gradually.

The two chatted while walking, and occasionally searched around with their spiritual sense, but after finding nothing, they went back to the inn.

Duan Lang watched Rong Zhi put away the umbrella, and casually asked, "By the way, where are you from, Fellow Daoist Rong?"

Rong Zhi paused, then put the umbrella back into the storage bag as if nothing had happened, and looked up at the boy standing at the door of the inn.

The dim yellow light cast a layer of soft color on his fair cheeks, and that delicate face was as bright as the moonlight.The beautiful phoenix eyes flowed to Taki, and because of embarrassment, he dodged a little.

He stood here alive, with bright eyebrows, and a smile that was as captivating as flowers and horses, and it was no longer the weak appearance that was dying in his arms thousands of years ago.

There was a sour and astringent heat in his chest, and Rong Zhi's eyes were hot. He couldn't help but walked over, met Duan Lang's slightly wary gaze, and inadvertently brushed his fingertips across the back of his hand, "Canglan Realm. I'm from Canglan Realm, has A-Lang heard of it?"

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The moment Rong Zhi touched him, Duan Lang subconsciously wanted to withdraw his hand, but was taken aback by the cold touch.

Why is Rong Zhi's body temperature so cold, just like Mo Yuan's.

Such a thought just passed by in a flash, and it didn't make him think deeply.

Hearing Rong Zhi's answer, he opened his phoenix eyes slightly, "It's such a coincidence that Fellow Daoist Rong is also from the Canglan Realm."

There are three joys in the world, wedding candles in the bridal chamber, titles on the gold list, and old acquaintances from other lands.But he still felt weird about Rong Zhi who would suddenly appear.

When everyone hears that there may be no way out of this predicament, their expressions will change somewhat and their mood will become irritable.

But this Rong Zhi was very calm from the beginning to the end, not to mention, when he heard that there was no way to go out, he even showed a smiling face, more nervous than Mo Yuan.

Are you saying he is a Buddhist?It doesn't feel like it either.

Is it because he has a way out?

Duan Lang's eyes lit up suddenly, staring at Rong Zhi like a big yellow dog looking at a meaty bone, "Fellow Daoist Rong, I also come from the Canglan Realm, meeting an old friend in a foreign land is really a happy event, why don't we talk by candlelight at night. "

So if you can really go out, don't forget me, a good fellow.

Rong Zhi stared at Duan Lang without blinking, almost reluctant to miss a trace of his expression, "Ah Lang says what he says."

Duan Lang: "..."

No, buddy, what's the matter with your doting tone like coaxing a dog?You make me feel like a crisis!

Once again, he was ushered into the guest room by the enthusiastic and unrestrained Xiaoer, and it was a coincidence that it was next door to him and Mo Yuan.

Duan Lang subconsciously glanced at his room with his divine sense, and when he found that Mo Yuan hadn't come back yet, he couldn't help muttering in his heart.

He hasn't come back in the middle of the night, so he won't be fascinated by the little girl here.

Or did he find a way out and decide to dump him?With Mo Yuan's ruthless temperament, the latter idea is very possible.

Seeing Duan Lang standing still, Rong Zhi asked with a smile, "Ah Lang, why don't you come in?"

Duan Lang thought for a while, "Fellow Daoist Rong, I'll go out to find my junior brother first, and come back to chat with you later."

The smile on Rong Zhi's face faded, and the always calm Mo Mou was cold for a moment.

But when he looked carefully, he still had a gentle expression, as if that moment was just an illusion.

"Okay, I'll wait for you to come back."

Duan Lang felt weird when he heard this sentence, he felt like a husband who was told by his wife to go out.

He controlled the desire to shake off the goosebumps, nodded slightly, and hurried out the door.

After he left, Rong Zhi's face suddenly changed. His face was so gloomy that it was about to drip water. From the left brow bone down to the collarbone, there appeared hideous and terrifying red lines, twisting like a living thing, as if To get out.

He looked at Duan Lang's retreating back with paranoid eyes.

Knowing that the person he was looking for was himself, jealousy surged up in an instant, and he even had the urge to kill Mo Yuan.

But no, if Mo Yuan is killed, he will disappear too.

because_

He and Mo Yuan were originally alone.

Everything that happened now was nothing more than repeating his previous experience.

And his A-Lang didn't know that the suffering was coming.

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After Duan Lang left the inn, he casually scanned around with his divine sense, and after confirming the location of Mo Yuan, he walked over slowly. Soon, he saw Mo Yuan standing in the rain, looking at the Black River.

There are no lights on the shore, and he, dressed in black, almost melts into the night. The scenes and characters can perfectly cosplay the old corpse of the mountain village without makeup.

Duan Lang once again had goose bumps all over his body because of his own thoughts.

He walked up and followed Mo Yuan's gaze towards the river, "Junior brother, what are you looking at?"

Mo Yuan's already cold face became even more gloomy, "What are you doing with Senior Brother?"

Come, come, madness strikes again.

Duan Lang blinked his phoenix eyes lightly, with an innocent face on his face, "Junior brother forgot again, we are from the same sect."

Mo Yuan sneered.

Duan Lang suddenly had a bad premonition, and said with a dry smile, "Since junior brother wants to be quiet and quiet here, then I won't bother you."

Mo Yuan suddenly stretched out his hand, pinched Duan Lang's wrist with his cold fingers, and ordered him not to move with the brand of divine consciousness, his eyes were as dark as a dry well.

"Brother, do you know which way of death is the most painful in this world?"

Duan Lang: "..."

They are all positive and sunny teenagers, why can't they talk about normal and healthy topics?

What is dead or not, sounds so unlucky.

"Brother, why don't we talk about other topics?"