Miss Waste Chai is about to turn over: Concubine Phoenix Summoner

Chapter 319 The ancient book shines, the ink bamboo disappears

"Then what are you going to do?" Xuan Shaoye looked at the carefully arranged tomb of Nanfeng Shaojue, and said with admiration, "This tomb is really good."

"Well, not bad." The green-robed man responded, and looked at Xuan Shaoye with a pair of moist spring eyes: "Isn't your dark night palace always accurate? How come you can't even find the whereabouts of your parents?"

"Uh!" Xuan Shaoye's smile froze, and he said, "There are no fuel-efficient lamps in the General's Mansion, do you think it's so easy to find?"

Hearing this, the green-robed man's expression darkened, but he didn't speak.

"Besides, even your little sister is very weird. The summoning ring is on her right hand. Mo Zhu has been intensively studying the stone of prophecy and ancient books recently. He said that your sister is not simple." Xuan Shaoye leaned against the tree, squinting his eyes Said.

"Mo Zhu?" The green-robed man frowned, his expression a bit cold, "He's studying ancient books again? Could it be related to Qing'er?"

"Who knows?" Xuan Shaoye looked up at the night, "Mo Zhu's strength is getting stronger and stronger, almost surpassing me, but—"

He changed the subject and saw that the green robed man still had a cold expression on his face. He couldn't help feeling a little frustrated, and said lazily, "Look at the night sky, is your little sister under the same sky as us..." There was a touch of evil beauty in his tone, and the holy golden eyepatch looked mysterious under the moonlight.

"Probably so." The green-robed man raised his head and looked at the night sky, but there was a wry smile on his lips, "My name is Xuan Mojue, and it has nothing to do with the former General's Mansion."

"Of course, you are my brother Ye Shao now, and I am the only brother." Xuan Shaoye's tone became lighter, and the smile in the bloodthirsty demon pupils gradually spread, and it was obvious that he was in a good mood .

"I don't know when we will meet again..." Xuan Mojue looked at the sky with a pair of clear and gentle spring eyes, the stars twinkled and the moonlight poured down, but he felt a sense of melancholy in his heart.

Xuan Shaoye seemed to know that he was in a bad mood right now, so he didn't say anything else, just quietly admiring the moonlight with the green-robed man.

But at this moment, in the forbidden area of ​​Xi Kingdom's Imperial Palace, a dazzling light suddenly shot out from that small wooden room.

There is only Mo Zhu in this hut. Shi Xuanyuan and Qi Wuji moved to another place because they reunited after a long absence. Mo Zhu is also happy to be at leisure. He is practicing in the quiet bamboo forest and resting in the wooden house. Of course, the most important thing is, He finally had enough time and space to study his ancient books——

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is an ancient book, and this is a huge book. This ancient book is as big as a bookcase and has extraordinary thickness. I really don’t understand how Mo Zhu reads. It is dazzling, the heat is extraordinary, and the surrounding things melt quickly. Fortunately, there is nothing valuable in the wooden house. The only thing that can be regarded as a treasure is a black lacquered stone. This large black stone is the magical stone of prophecy , to predict the future, owned by Mozhu.

Mo Zhu is holding the black stone of prophecy, the ancient book in front of him is suspended in mid-air, one page after another, the color of each page of the ancient book is different, and the cumbersome and obscure runes are flying around, ordinary people can't understand at all, but Mo Zhu But watching with relish, the dark green pupils are extremely charming at this moment.

Suddenly, those dark green pupils seemed to have a brilliant shooting star flashing by at this moment, with a flash of light and a dazzling elegance.

His lips parted slightly, and obscure words came out of his mouth, like whispers between lovers, or like a breeze blowing, the refreshing and natural breath released from ancient books quickly spread around, and at the same time, this The wooden house where Jian Mozhu lived for several years was finally melted into ashes.

The ancient books shone brightly, and the silvery white light was dazzling, covering the prosperity of the night sky and drowning the figure of Mo Zhu.

This light only lasted for a moment, and then it dissipated immediately. When the light disappeared, Mo Zhu himself, the black prophecy stone, and the huge ancient book all disappeared, as if they had never appeared before.

(End of this chapter)