Watching Zhenxiao Le rolling in the snow, even the corners of Zimao's mouth also swept up a faint arc.

Although it was extremely embarrassing to say this, the small crisp laughter instantly shattered the low pressure that lingered in the air, and the atmosphere between the three of them instantly eased.

"That's right!"

Lian Zimao took a sip of soju and remembered another interesting story.

"Have you received the news from the Flying Dragon Temple?"

"Feifei Fei...... What happened to the Flying Dragon Temple? ”

Zhen Xiaoxiao wiped the tears of laughter, and while mourning for Cen Yuanqing's fate in her heart, she was curious about the Flying Dragon View mentioned by Lian Zimiao.

"The old master and the missing elders have all come out, but they were all put down by the poison used by Bei Sansan at the welcome banquet, and they have all been hung upside down in the back mountain, I calculate...... Well, it's been hanging for almost seven days. ”

"Hahahaha!"

finally stopped laughing at Cen Yuanqing, and he was immediately amused by the situation of the old viewer of the Flying Dragon Temple.

"And ......"

From purposefully coming to test Zhouzhou's strength, it has become a real little idle talk. In the blink of an eye, Lian Zimao mentioned another person.

"Dongfang Hall Master, have you ever been looking for you?"

"Who?" It's so painful to have a small belly.

"The master of the Punishment Hall of the God of War Temple, a stinky old man who likes to roll his eyes, once protected you when you were fighting the Heavenly Lion, but unfortunately you really defeated the lion and entered the spiritual gate."

Lian Zimiao paused and continued: "The Dongfang Hall Master is very optimistic about your spiritual power, saying that he wants to teach you the way of control. I warn you, that guy is an old madman, and if he taught you some dangerous tricks, you shouldn't learn them! ”

Ha?

It turns out that the gray-robed old man who sneaked into my yard that night was a black-armored warrior of the God of War Temple?

No wonder I always feel like I've seen it somewhere!

Listening to Lian Zimiao's exhortation, Zhen Xiaoxiao agreed very much.

That's right, that god-destroying ** is indeed crazy!

The two of them talked without saying a word, talking about the really small and special way of opening the light, talking about the strange inner door secrets of Lionheart Peak, and in a blink of an eye, the soju brought by Lian Zimao had bottomed out.

"Shaozun, Dongling, there is a war?"

The smile on his face did not fade, and he was really a little cold, and he asked this question.

"Where did you find out?"

Lian Zimao's eyes were shocked, his defenseless rhetorical question confirmed what Zhenxiao thought.

"Undead, tell me."

Not too surprised, Zhen Xiao squinted his eyes and recalled what he had seen and heard in the lion mound, the soul of the Five Ancestors who passed on the technique to himself should be completely extinguished, right?

Thinking of this, her nose was a little sour, and she quietly spilled the remaining wine in the cup on the ground.

In fact, not only the words of the Fifth Ancestor, but also Lian Zimao and Mei Zun's attitude towards the small porridge, including the purple ring, including the Demon God Ten Blades, all reminded her of the sorrow of heaven and earth that reverberated over the Baiquan Forest that day.

"Hoo ......"

Lian Zimiao exhaled a breath of wine from his mouth.

"Yes, there is a scourge of war, do you know that the star we live in is divided into four regions: southeast, south, northwest, and northwest? Between the four domains, there is a kamikaze wall to block it? ”

Without waiting for Zhen Xiaoxiao to nod, Lian Zimao continued to take care of himself: "Not long ago, the kamikaze wall in the north of Dongling was shattered, and no one could repair it, once it was completely cracked, the Northern Rock barbarians would invade in a big way. ”

In fact, these words are all Dongling secrets, and they should not be told to the world too early, so as not to cause unnecessary panic.

However, Lian Zimiao, as a descendant of gods and demons, is the supreme figure of Dongling, but he is also the loneliest quasi-god. I want to talk about "Ten Thousand Beasts and Ten Thousand Beasts" with more like-minded people, pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~