Wu Ni Huang Fei

Chapter 593 Falling into the Cliff [4]

After hesitating for a moment, his snow-white almost transparent palm gently touched her forehead.

The picture in Mo Fenghua's mind was quickly transmitted into his eyes like a movie film.

He froze for a moment, then the corners of his lips curled up, and he smiled, and that smile swept the world.

The pictures in Mo Fenghua's mind are what happened when they first met in the abyss at the extreme end of the earth.

Back then when he erased her memory and sent her away, he thought she would never remember it for the rest of her life.

Presumably it was because when she passed through the seal just now, the force generated by the collision was too strong, which stimulated her brain, and brought back the part she had forgotten at the beginning.

Obviously, Mo Fenghua was very angry, otherwise she wouldn't be, her lips were tight, her brows were tightly clustered, and there was a layer of sweat on her forehead.

He was embarrassed. It was his fault to do that in the first meeting, but he didn't regret it.

If it wasn't for those ignorant and ignorant actions at the beginning, how would he have known that she would be so interesting and fun, and he would have killed her at that time.

But since it disgusted her so much, it's better not to let her remember it.

His hand lightly brushed the top of her head, instantly like a soft brush, sweeping away the layer of dust that fell on the table.

Mo Fenghua quickly calmed down, his face returned to normal, and the corners of his lips were slightly raised, obviously sleeping very sweetly.

He bowed his head and kissed her gently on the lips, "I really don't want to take you out, we've been here all this time, okay?"

Mo Fenghua slept soundly, how could he hear his words.

In the best inn in Sanmu Town, several powerful monks came recently. The owner of the inn wished to treat them like ancestors.

In the best guest room, six people are discussing things.

These six people were the same group who robbed Mo Feng and Ming Ye back then. On the cliff that day, two Foundation Establishment cultivators were burned to death by billowing fire, so there were only six of them left.

The youngest man said: "Brother, how do we go back to the master this time? When we left, we promised the master that we would definitely get the white-feathered golden eagle, but now we are empty-handed and lost two people. Go back, I'm afraid the master will blame us."

The middle-aged Taoist priest who had molested Mo Fenghua said, "Don't even think about the white feathered golden eagle, but if you want to calm the anger of the master, you have to find something that is not as bad as the white feathered golden eagle, and then find something that has a good relationship with the master." My friend, let him intercede for us, maybe we can avoid punishment."

After he finished speaking, his face changed, and he cursed bitterly: "Damn it, it's that little bastard who dared to jump off a cliff."

"Brother, do you think they are still alive, should we go to the bottom of the cliff to look for them?"

The middle-aged Taoist said viciously: "What are you doing down here? Are you looking for death? The bottom of the cliff is a battlefield of immortals and demons in ancient times. After the size drops, even the powerful monks in the tribulation period may not be able to come out alive, let alone them. There must be no bones left of them now."

"It deserves it, but it's a pity that we didn't get the white-feathered golden eagle, a good mount, and died with them like that. It's a waste of a good thing."

Suddenly, the middle-aged Taoist stood up abruptly, "Who?"

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On the first day of the new year, my sister worked harder and tried to break out, but I am not sure how many pictures will be blown up.

(End of this chapter)