I can’t figure out why this Yun Qingkuang is different from the one I knew before?
Days passed day by day, and the treatment Mo Yan'er received on the top of the Demon Sect did not decrease at all with the passage of time. Mo Yan'er gradually became a little content with the status quo. He had been separated from his friends because of injury, and he was most suitable for the situation in front of him.
State of mind. This place is isolated from the world, far away from people, and it is best to heal emotional injuries. In addition, Yun Qingkuang's martial arts is unfathomable, and the terrain here has eighteen bends in the mountain road. It is impossible to escape.
possible.
There was no carrier pigeon, so he couldn't deliver the message. Fortunately, Yun Qingkuang was kind to him, and his life was not particularly difficult. He could only sit here and wait for reinforcements.
Yun Yiyi's various intelligence collection stations will definitely know his whereabouts soon. Perhaps they are discussing ways to rescue him at this moment!
It's not that Mo Yan'er didn't know that in his heart, he spent nearly half a year trying to rescue Qian Qian, but still got nothing, and finally ended up like that. When it's his turn, things won't be as good as Qian Qian's.
Luck, maybe, really can only leave the body if the soul can leave the body.
The evening breeze blew by, and the temperature in the mountains slowly dropped. The stones that had been exposed to the sun for a day were still warm. Mo Yaner discovered that the temperature at this moment was the most pleasant, or at least it was what he particularly liked.
She put on her windbreaker and walked out of the room. She had been here for almost two months. There was no calendar or time here. Mo Yaner could only count the sunrise and sunset to know how many days had passed.
Just walking along with his own thoughts, Mo Yaner unknowingly came to the fence in the backyard. There was a stone tablet standing on it. Under the bright moonlight, Mo Yaner saw the words "Devil Cult forbidden area, trespassers" written on it.
Observing the handwriting on the stone tablet carefully, it looked like it was written with fingers, and clear fingerprint marks could be seen at the corners of the font. Mo Yaner had to sigh at Yun Qingkuang's skill, which seemed to be still in his imagination.
superior.
Originally not interested in the internal affairs of the demon sect, and fearing Yun's frivolous martial arts, Mo Yan'er was about to leave when he vaguely heard the crisp sound of a flute. The tone was miserable, as if he was paying homage to a deceased relative. Mo Yan'er was about to leave.
My son was very curious and wanted to see clearly who the person playing the flute was. He unconsciously stepped past the warning stone tablet and slowly walked over in search of the sound.
He vaguely saw an unfamiliar figure in front of him, facing the edge of the cliff. Before Mo Yaner had time to guess who this person was, the flute sound stopped.
It seems that he was discovered by someone. He has such deep inner strength that he can detect even the slightest sound of footsteps. He was still concentrating on playing the flute. This must be too much.
Mo Yaner was thinking about how to explain to others. Should he apologize now? No, the stone tablet clearly says "Those who trespass will die". So if I am standing here now, the person opposite will not kill me immediately!
Mo Yaner was alert and prepared to deal with the person in front of him. He cleared his throat and said: "I'm sorry, I saw the words on the stone tablet...