The devil's favorite upper body: the playful little poisonous concubine

Chapter 490 You don't like to hear

Those two people made him feel familiar.

Mo Tong shook his head, thinking of his sister's death, he clenched his teeth: "My lord, although I don't know that they are working for that family, but they must be the enemies of our Mo family!"

"Enemy?" Mo Xiu sighed slightly, turned around and looked at the tomb in front of him, his evil face was stained with a different look.

It was past midnight when we walked out of the mausoleum.

With dark clouds covering the moon above their heads, they walked on wasteland like Xishanling, with the cold wind rustling on their cheeks. After experiencing the tomb, it seemed that there was nothing terrible now.

It's just the tree shadows overlapping.

"Xiao Rongrong, who do you think is at the bottom of the tomb, it is worth so much effort to line up." Jiaolong said strangely, his water blue eyes were shining brightly.

"One of the four major families." Xie Wanrong only guessed a little from the woman's mouth.

If the four major families are related to the emperor, then it can be understood why the only remaining ancient families are fighting secretly.

"Mo family." Qi Jinghuan's kind and gentle voice sounded slowly.

Speaking of the Mo family, a slight smile appeared on his thin lips, "I don't know if it's worth it for the Mo family to revive him like this."

Sure enough, Qi Jinghuan knew him.

She tugged at the corner of his sleeve.

Qi Jinghuan looked at Xie Wanrong's small and inquisitive eyes, and rubbed her head: "It's just some old things, you don't like to hear them, I also remember them vaguely, after all, there seems to be such a person in my memory."

Xie Wanrong paused, slightly startled: "So, he has been dead for thousands of years?"

After all, Qi Jinghuan was also sealed for a thousand years.

The Mo family spent thousands of years to resurrect that man, and it really took great pains.

Qi Jinghuan nodded: "It should be."

Jiaolong frowned, and suddenly sighed: "It seems that my ten thousand years have really been in vain, and I have spent so much on my cultivation that I don't know anything." His eyes sparkled brilliantly, Suddenly raised his eyes: "However, I still know one thing."

"What's the matter?" Xie Wanrong asked curiously.

Jiaolong gave a low laugh, glanced cautiously at Qi Jinghuan with dim light in his eyes, and mumbled his voice: "Isn't it the matter of the seal of the six worlds that was turbulent thousands of years ago? Even if I practice in seclusion, there will be something to this matter..."

Zha Han's icy breath suddenly suppressed, Jiaolong squeezed his mouth knowingly, not daring to utter another word.

Xie Wanrong just became interested in listening, she glanced at Jiaolong, indicating that he could tell her secretly if he had a chance, and suddenly felt the strength on her shoulders gradually increase.

With a half-contained smile, her soft voice lingered in her ears, and a trace of warmth lingered in her ears: "Wan'er, what do you want to know? Just ask me."

Xie Wanrong's body was a little cold, how could she dare to expose his scars, she turned away from her body, and said slowly: "No."

Qi Jinghuan kneaded her earlobe, straightened her body calmly, "When did you have it, and when will you ask."

"..."

The corner of Xie Wanrong's lips twitched slightly, and said with a dry smile: "It's natural, I don't ask who you are asking."

Hearing this, Jiaolong shrank his neck back.

When we returned to Pingcheng Inn, the sky had gradually turned pale, and the sky was covered with a thin layer of grayish white.

The inn was silent, and there was still a person lying on the table and chair by the window.

Jiaolong saw that it was Lu An at a glance. He took a step forward, raised his leg and kicked the corner of the table. The person on the table jumped up, and looked at the person in front of him with sleepy eyes. He lost all sleepiness in an instant, and stammered: " You guys, back... back!"

(End of this chapter)