"Head of the Zhou family, I know that your Zhou family has always regarded collecting information. Today I have to tell me about these things, and I guess I have already got my own fixed number!"

Dingmiao quietly exhaled a breath of turbidity in his heart and looked into the distance with Zhou Yan's gaze.

"What's the matter, just say, I'll listen!"

Who knew that, Zhou Yan shook his head seriously: "I don't know!"

“…”

I wonder how unpredictable and profound you look?!

"I only know that this place must have its meaning of existence, and it will definitely not be as simple as the Mohist burial site!"

Dingmiao raised his eyebrows: "The head of the Zhou family means to tell me that all the things you said are just speculations of your Zhou family?"

"It's not a guess, it's a speculation!"

Zhou Yan concluded that the Mo family and the Miao family must have reached some kind of tacit understanding.

His eyes moved slightly, and he looked at Ding Temple with a smile.

"Although I don't know much about the Mo family's memory inheritance, there is one thing that can be confirmed... those things will be imprinted in your mind like roots, and you can't forget them just by wanting to!"

Ding Temple's pupils shrank instantly: "What does the head of the Zhou family mean?"

“Nothing interesting…”

After a slight pause, Zhou Yan stared into his eyes again.

"Did you really not remember the gates of hell?"

The temple is silent.

Zhou Yan no longer asked questions, but instead led the way with a smile.

Behind him, Ding Temple's eyes narrowed and quietly looked in the direction of Mo You and others.

Zhou Yan's insight was indeed extraordinary.

He must have seen something if he could say that.

Regarding the Gate of Hell, there are indeed some memories passed down in his mind.

only--

Those memories cannot be said!

At least, it cannot be said now.

Sighing, he looked in the direction of Ling Luoyu again.

"Miss Ling, I hope our trip will go smoothly and there will be no messy things!"

If everything goes well, he doesn't need to say anything.

Otherwise, it would not be the case-

After looking at Junlai, he looked at Ling Luoyu and shook his head gently.

"I don't know if it's God's will!"

As a weak woman among the group, Yan Ziyue's cultivation is the lowest and her speed is naturally the slowest.

Often, I came to walk ten steps, but she only took three steps.

Waiting for mistakes, your progress here is obviously lagging behind.

After looking at the voices of the other teams, Julai frowned.

"Miss Yan, if you and I continue like this, we will probably not be able to walk back and forth when they come back!"

Yan Ziyue didn't care: "We are here to find something, not competition. What does it matter if we are faster and slower??"

Jun Lai was anxious, but he couldn't say anything else. He just went up from a distance and swept away the snow on a stone and sat down.

"You said you, why should you follow me?"

It's just a drag.

Of course, I just complained about this sentence in my heart.

"If you dislike me, I can go back now!"

Yan Ziyue stopped, put her hands on her hips, very seriously.

"But before I go back, you have to tell me what the hell is going on?"

Junlai avoided her gaze: "How do I know about you?"

"Yeah?"

Yan Ziyue sneered and continued to move forward.

"If you say that, then I really have nothing to say..."

As soon as she slipped under her feet, she fell into the snow, making her body covered in snowflakes.

"you……"


Chapter completed!