Because in Mo Zhiyu's view, people in the Central Plains pay attention to what is "restrained" and "subtle", and even speak around and around, how can they say such straightforward things. Tan Jian was so calm, but it made Mo Zhiyu feel that he had lost his share.

And although Yiwu, who had been following him, didn't say a word from beginning to end, his face was also a little embarrassed, because he didn't expect to hear gossip when he played a striker.

"You heard what I said to her?" Mo Zhiyu also asked bluntly, "I thought you hated me very much, and you would go fast and far." ”

"I do hate you, since two hundred years ago." Tan Jian said, "Because I always knew that there was a marriage contract between you and Xiaoshi, and you were the guardian she had to choose." And I'm just a standby substitute for the adults after the game.

It's like a finely polished sword, which has been stored in the depths of the sword storehouse, and only after the original natal weapon is broken, will this one be truly taken out. ”

"......" It's the first time I've heard someone listen to the spare tire like this...... It's so indescribable, but it's really a metaphor that only martial arts idiots can come up with.

Then he caught the key message in these words and immediately asked, "What do you mean by substitutes?" ”

"It means," Tan Jian still didn't move his gaze to Mo Zhiyu, and his tone was still indifferent, "Xiao Shi's guardian has never been more than one, she can choose you without it." ”

Mo Zhiyu was surprised, because Yun Shi had never mentioned this matter to him. But he can be sure that the effect of the "Blood Pact Curse" can only be applied to two people, that is, the object of Yun Shi's "Blood Pact Curse" is only him.

Therefore, it is impossible for his heart to be shaken by this incident, even if Tan Jian seems to be a martial idiot, it does not mean that he will not have the scheming of formation cultivation, not to mention, Tan Jian is not a military cultivation at all, but an instrument cultivation that is closer to formation cultivation.

And Tan Jian continued: "And I, I've known her since I was a child, and I'm looking for a lot more than you, but he chose you in the end. Although I was not happy, I also respected his choice.

However, if there is anyone in this world who wants you to die, no one will have a stronger desire than me, because only when you die, can I become her guardian. ”

He said this very calmly, and he didn't see any unwillingness or resentment, just like a very ordinary conversation like "Have you eaten".

Cheng Qixue was already stunned, she didn't know what she heard. Probably because she used to get along with people like Yun Shi and Tan Zhi who didn't speak straightforwardly, and suddenly met a person like Tan Jian who made no secret of the topic as soon as she opened the topic, and she had a kind of physical and mental discomfort.

"Young Master Tan is really a straightforward person." Mo Zhi laughed delusionally, he was actually very happy, the first time he met a true love rival was a frank person.

Cheng Qixue looked at the smiling Mo Zhiyu like a monster, as if she was infected by Tan Jian's straightforwardness, and she also said very bluntly: "People are going to rob your daughter-in-law, and you are still smiling so happily?" ”

After finishing speaking, she still looked at Tan Jian, and saw that Tan Jian's expression was unchanged for ten thousand years, so she shrugged her shoulders and didn't care that Tan Jian would hate her.

"With a straightforward person like Master Tan as a rival in love, it's much easier to get along with the kind of person who likes to play tricks." Mo Zhiyu said happily sincerely.

"What the hell? Get along with rivals? Cheng Qixue didn't know where to start complaining.

"I'm not going to get along with you, you can only be my rival." Tan Jian still said indifferently, and he didn't think a little more highly of Mo Zhidel because of Mo Zhi's performance,

"In addition to your death, another way to become a little poem is to let a little poem give up on you. So what I need is to keep practicing, and I will become stronger than you, and I will become more useful than you. Because Xiaoshi and Uncle are the same kind of people, when they make a choice, their rational judgment will always agree to emotion.

And people like you are not destined to be the person they find useful. In other words, what they need is a sword that doesn't need to be too active, as long as they say they will stab wherever they want, without the slightest hesitation. ”

It wasn't until he finished saying this sentence that Tan Jian really looked at Mo Zhiyu, and finally brought something else in his tone, which was "provocation", "You, it is impossible to be such a sword." ”

Mo Zhiyu smiled more and more confidently, and said, "Then I will definitely not lose, because she is not the kind of person you say." ”

And Tan Jian also said without showing weakness: "No, she is a real formation cultivator. ”

Cheng Qixue couldn't stand it anymore when she saw these two big men blatantly fighting for the wind and jealousy, so she directly pushed these two guys who were getting deeper and deeper to the side left and right, and walked straight forward in stride.

But at this moment, she suddenly drew her sword and slammed it across her chest, and shouted: "Who is it?!" ”

The three people who followed her were also cautious, and Cheng Qixue was about to rush forward directly, but Yiwu shouted to her: "Miss Cheng!" ”

Cheng Qixue stopped, turned back slightly sideways to look at Yiwu, and saw Yiwu pick up the compass in his hand, and the compass was now very chaotic.

"The aura disorder here is a great omen, and I don't recommend going forward." Yiwu's expression was very solemn.

"What is a 'great omen'?" Mo Zhi asked, still in the mood to joke, "Is there a zongzi?" ”

Yiwu looked at Mo Zhiyu in surprise, he didn't expect Mo Zhiyu to also understand some of their secret words, so he nodded and said: "It's almost, it's probably more terrifying, ordinary zongzi is okay to say, this one may be long-haired, or full of resentment." ”

"What dumplings?" Cheng Qixue shouted impatiently, "Let's be straightforward." ”

"It's a walking corpse full of resentment." It was Tan Jian who answered her, and at this moment, a rotten fishy smell finally came from the front.

Mo Zhiyu subconsciously covered his nose with his sleeve, but this smell was extremely familiar to him, because, just twenty years ago, he had also smelled such a smell in Jinrong City in Nanzhi Kingdom!

He looked ahead with wide eyes, and saw that in the depths of the cave illuminated by the faint Yuan Force Crystal, several staggering figures slowly walked out, their bodies were broken, their skin was pale, they had sharp fangs and claws, but they looked like people and ghosts.

This is......

"The Walking Dead!" Mo Zhiyu roared out.

"The Walking Dead?" Although Cheng Qixue had heard about Jinrong City, she didn't know the details, so she didn't understand Mo Zhiyu's reaction, and the faces of Yiwu and Tan Jian next to her became a little more solemn.

(End of chapter)