The Lord of Ghost

"What do you want to say?" Mo Li looked directly at the eyes of the other person as if the stars reflected, and the lake under his eyes didn't know the depth.

"You are the only one who survived from the secret Sichuan River."

"What do you mean?" Mo Li frowned, hiding the information he didn't know in the other party's words.

What is the only one?

"But to be precise, it should be said that it is the person who can survive after seeing the scene reflected by the strange well. You are the only one."

Xianxian raised a small product, and the movement was gentle as everyone's son, and the lightness between the eyebrows seemed to be mistakenly mistaken, drunk the star.

Mo Li was silent, narrowing his eyes, and things were far more mysterious than he thought.

"So, you mean: starting from entering this mystery, the stream of the unknown roots already exists, and all Tianjiao who has spy on the scene of suspected the future of the future is all strange."

He expanded the scope. If it was not in this era, and extending this strange thing to the past, there would be a regular way.

Mo Li still remembers the dark Sichuan River that reflected Xingyue. Tianjiao tried to sneak into the water to find secret treasures, but as a result, he floated as if he lost his soul, leaving only a corpse shell flowing with waves.

"I like to chat with smart people."

Xianxian smiled, and some things do not need to say too much, the other party can understand.

"So, what do you want to know? My story? Or is it under that strange well?"

Although it was unexpected, Mo Li didn't have much surprise expression.

The other party informed him that the mystery of that river, the mystery of the strange well, and the other party did not mention the roots behind the fog.

Since Xianxian asked, it would be a pleasant chat, and there must be things that the other party wanted to know, and this matter was only known to Mo Li.

Then, the uniqueness of the strange Kawabawa River, what Mo Li has experienced is only he entered the strange well that he suspected of being able to interpret the future.

"These, I am interested!" Xian Xiansha was a smile that was just right.

He was curious that in the ten eras, the well, the scene of a person's reflection changed.

He was curious, what did Mo Li see under that well.

Mo Li narrowed his eyes. Sure enough, there were not many fools in the world, and the other party found abnormalities.

"Actually, you and my words are more like a transaction, but I don't like this vulgar name."

Xian Xian pulled the sleeve robe, grabbed the teapot in the other hand, and poured it in the cup gently into the warm famous tea.

His every move seemed to be a fairy who did not dye the dust. He was vivid and vivid, and there was a pair of verses floating. In this red and hot era, he will always be holy and noble attention.

At this moment, Mo Li had a bright enlightenment, and why the noble women dumped the priests who were high above. Perhaps, the man was handsome and mysterious, and the so -called beautiful fairy had to be reduced to foil.

In his thoughts, Mo Li did not forget how deep the bright guy was in front of him.

He said immediately: "Maybe, you have to come up with sincerity."

Mo Li knows very little about the Sichuan River, but what he has experienced is what others don't know.

He was also curious about what it was. I didn't know the origin and could not trace it, as if it came from an unknown place.

And under the well, the sea, the stranded white ghost, and the stone gate were closely related to him.

However, he couldn't tell any of the scenes he saw, and the ghost knew what he would encounter after being discovered.

"What about you?" Xian Xian raised her eyes and looked at Mo Li.

"I think, what I know is far more than you know, so this conversation is not balanced."

Just now Xian Xian said, you are the only one, the only one, and the uniqueness of Mo Li is self -evident.

"Perhaps, I should add some of the chips for conversations to balance the balance." Xian Xian rubbed the temple, and the stupid guy may directly complete the "transaction" of the information. Obviously, Mo Li is not so stupid.

At this time, Mo Li raised a finger.

"One condition. Of course, the value of this condition will not exceed the boundaries of balance."

"Oh, listen to your ears."

Mo Li: *****

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The moonlight was clear, the riverside rushed, and the silver dust changed its position over time, and the finely fell on the horns, dyeing a touch of silver and white.

The conversation between the two entered the core.

Xian Xian said slowly, the voice was as good as ever, like the murmur of Gong Wanzi, and entered the heart.

"About the Sichuan River, the root of my knowing goes back to the previous era. The mysterious era is called by the world: the Age of God!"

Mo Li: "God Era?"

He is extremely unfamiliar with this era. He was buried in the past in history, and rarely discussed in the mouth of this life.

But he knew the concept of the Age.

The so -called era is a history. This period of history can be long or short.

In the Era of the Divine Pass, he only had one impression: this is a short -lived era.

The so -called short -lived, in Mo Li's information, this era is like a meteor flashed in the starry sky. It is bright, but it is fleeting, leaving only a mysterious stroke in the history book.

And its time area is very short, vaguely remembers less than 300,000 years, but during that time, it bloomed the most dazzling starlight in the historical star.

As if seeing the confusion in Mo Li's eyes, the exiled immortal continued: "Regarding the Age of Gods, it is right next to our age, but the entire history spans far less latitude than ours."

"But what's interesting is that the big difference between that age and ours is that they have enough people at the same time at the level of emperors. This number is far beyond the imagination of the world."

Mo Li:?

He can understand that perhaps the difference in the rules of the world has led to the change of the overall method, but at the same time there are emperors beyond imagination. In that era, it should be forever brilliant, but it is unexpectedly short-lived.

"There is a thick fog about that era that has not dissipated for a long time, and even buried and corroded the truth in the dust of time. I don't know much about it."

"You mean, that river is the product of the Age of Gods?"

The exiled immortal chuckled: "To be precise, the limit of this river and that well that I can trace back is the Age of Gods. Maybe there are also their shadows even before that."

"Okay, let's continue to talk about the Age of Gods."

Mo Li believed that the other party must have concealed something, and there might be a huge change in the Age of Gods.

"The Age of Gods is called this because of the way they inherit the godhood. It is a kind of inheritance equivalent to hereditary inheritance. Most of the inheritance of the godhood comes from blood."

"The inheritors who can bear the godhood can become gods. In other words, they are the emperors of our time."

"And those inheritors are called: gods!"

At this moment, Mo Li's eyes were serious, but his heart had already set off layers of waves with the words of the exiled immortal.

God? God?

He had heard this special word before!

He seemed to have come into contact with it before, but he was not sure if it was that god!