Psychic Queen: Beware of ghosts in the harem

Chapter 501
Luoluo is almost desperate, looking at Baitang, she wants to cry but has no tears.

It was getting late, and the position of the sun was getting lower and lower.

The orange sunset shone in the woods, and the ground was full of dim yellow spots.

Luoluo almost wanted to cry, "What should I do now, Baitang, can you wake up first?"

The afterglow of the setting sun is about to disappear.

Those sent out in the second batch have already returned.

"I haven't found it yet?"

Duan Tianling's expression became even colder.

Qiu He shook his head, "Mojia Mountain is so big, it's too hard to find. After so long, if Miss Bai has gone deep into the mountain, I'm afraid it will be even more difficult to find people."

"Will she run into the mountains by herself?"

His suppressed calmness made him look like a volcano about to erupt.

There could be a fit of rage at any time.

Qiu He said, "The subordinates don't know, but if they want to escape for their lives, they may not pay attention to the road in front of them at all. Once they get lost in the deep mountains, I'm afraid..."

"Run for your life..." He repeated the word coldly, but in his eyes he didn't believe that she was just running for her life.

"Keep looking, even if you turn over the entire Mojia Mountain, you have to find him for me."

Duan Tianling flicked his sleeves, turned and entered the inner hall.

Li Xunhuan, who was seriously injured yesterday, was still pale.

A bronze mirror in front of him had his own blood drawn on it.

It seems to be strong.

"How's it going?"

Li Xunhuan's hands were already trembling.

"My current strength is simply not strong enough to find out the specific location. It is difficult to find her. I will try again, and you pay attention to the picture in the mirror. It may not last long at all, and it will pass in a flash."

Duan Tianling stared at the mirror coldly, the blood gradually disappeared.

A piece of paper was burned.

The bronze mirror gradually turned black, completely black.

Li Xun Huan was sweating profusely, and he was about to use all his strength, but still no picture appeared.

Duan Tianlai looked eagerly, staring at the bronze mirror non-stop.

Beads of sweat dripped down one by one.

Finally, the black on the bronze mirror gradually receded, and an unclear picture appeared.

The swaying branches, the picture of dusk.

The camera is gradually down.

(End of this chapter)