For some reason, when Yue Mochen stepped into the stone tower, he felt uneasy inexplicably uneasy, and his heartbeat couldn't help but speed up, as if something had suddenly lost.
At the same time, Hongyue in his arms also had a huge change in expression, and her strange eyes shrank to the size of a pinhole.
However, Yue Mochen did not notice the slight change of Hongyue. He looked at Mamen Isal Satan who was still in the old road ahead, and once again raised his guard in his heart.
This stone building is not big, or compared to the "stone building" they entered before, it is too small. So everyone quickly came to the stairs in the stone building.
Mamen Isal Satan settled his footsteps and turned his head to Yue Mochen and said, "Brother Xia Ye, the elder is here, let's go."
Yue Mochen nodded seriously, and at the same time, she winked at Meng Wujian and signaled him to be careful.
As early as the road, Yue Mochen had taken out various spiritual medicines from the ring to restore Meng Wujian's state. Meng Wujian had at least 90% of his strength at this time, which made Yue Mochen feel a little relieved.
"Haha, the guests have finally arrived!"
With a welcome sound of a pretentious surprise, a man appeared in front of everyone.
The man was about forty years old and looked handsome and extraordinary. He was wearing a gorgeous black suit, which made his erect figure perfectly. His skin was as smooth and white as a woman, with a scent of his breathtaking smell. However, the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes showed a bit of vicissitudes, but it did not destroy his temperament at all.
Just smiling and standing there, the temperament he exuded was more than ten times better than a fool like Nangong Mozhong. However, the moment he saw him, Yue Mochen suddenly felt a chill in his heart.
He suddenly remembered a person, a person who was very similar to the man in front of him.
Of course, this similarity does not refer to similar appearance, it can be said to be temperament, or it can refer to that feeling, a very mysterious feeling. The two of them have very similar eyes. If they are stared at that look, they will be as uncomfortable as Yue Mochen now.
The feeling was like being stared at by a deadly vicious snake with colorful and gorgeous appearance.
Perhaps it was not just Yue Mochen who felt this way. Everyone who came with him looked at the middle-aged man first, then fixed their eyes on Yue Mochen, waiting for his reaction. Even Fang Minghe, who had just almost broken up with Yue Mochen, was the same.
When the middle-aged man saw it, he also looked at Yue Mochen with great interest.
Yue Mochen came to his senses, first smiled slightly, bowed his body slightly, bowed his hands, and performed a simple but ancient meeting ceremony before speaking: "Have you seen Elder Isal Satan, the boy Xia Ye and came to see him."
Surprisingly, when Yue Mochen said this, Fang Minghe and his men did not say a word. I don’t know if they didn’t expect that meaning, or if the elder of the Dark Winged Human Clan in front of them put too much pressure on them to worry about Yue Mochen taking advantage of them in language.
"Haha, welcome."
When the Dark Winged Elder heard this, he smiled heartily, but his expression was a little strange. He glanced at Fang Minghe and Nangong Mozhong who was still unconscious, and then continued to speak: "Xia Ye is indeed a heroic young man. At this age, she has become Fang Shiqing. There are so many powerful generals under her command, which are much better than my nephews."
As he said that, he looked at the brothers and sisters of Mamen Isal and Satan with a look of regret.
But there were huge waves in everyone's hearts. This elder who seemed to be less than forty was actually a grandfather of Mamen Isar Satan.
Mamen Isal Satan lowered his head in shame and murmured, "Suppose the Elder is disappointed."
The elder of the Dark Winged Human Clan turned around and looked at Mamen Isal Satan with kindness and said, "Silly child, just do your best. Your father and grandfather passed away early. I treat you like a grandson."
Mamen Isal Satan nodded in emotion.
But Yue Mochen frowned gently. He felt that the actions of the elder of the Dark Winged Man were too hypocritical and too traced, but he didn't know how to speak.
"Elder Ishal Satan, Xia Ye wants to ask you about something." Yue Mochen asked.
The latter nodded in a strait, then waved his hand and said, "Xia Ye, I heard that Mamen said you are friends, you don't have to see you anymore. My name is Aragon, so don't call me any elders, how about calling me Grandpa Aragon?"
Yue Mochen pretended to be surprised and shouted: "How can this be? Xia Ye dare not climb high! Otherwise, I will call you Senior Aragon?"
"Okay, it's just a title anyway. If there is any problem, you say." Elder Aragon seemed to be very popular with Yue Mochen's side, and said with a raised eyebrows.
"What I want to ask is that Mamen said before that my friends are all here, but now..." Yue Mochen deliberately did not continue.
Elder Aragon was stunned and then smiled and said, "I'm confused. They are fine. You don't have to worry. Let's go, I'll take you to find them now."
Yue Mochen turned around, looked at Meng Wujian, and then followed Aragon.
Pushing open a quaint wooden door, a gorgeous side hall appeared in front of everyone. Many people were sitting on a gorgeous desk chair made of solid wood and enjoying food, while others were sitting directly on the ground and practicing cross-legged.
"Xiaoliang! Dayong! Sister Xiang!"
Yue Mochen easily found out the members of his Eternal Night Mercenary Group from it. Except for the few people who were following Meng Wujian, the basically alive brothers were all here.
Most of the members of the Winged Humans came here, and probably those who did not have died somewhere in the ruins.
"Young Master!" Wanyan Yaoliang and others were very happy when they saw Yue Mochen's arrival. It turned out that the group of dark winged people really didn't lie to them.
"Brother Qing, you are here too!" Although I haven't seen each other for many years, Wanyan Yaoliang still recognized Qingtong beside Yue Mochen at a glance.
Qingtong also showed Yuxin's smile when she saw Wanyan Yaoliang. The two of them walked aside and didn't know what to say.
At this time, Liu Dayong took out a blood-red fruit from his arms and handed it to Yue Mochen sneakily.
It was a blood-red fruit, with a smooth and delicate skin showing a transparent luster. You can vaguely see the flesh in the fruit. The patterns of the flesh faintly appear on the surface, forming a rune-like pattern. The overall look is like a crystal stone. If the fruit does not exude an attractive sweet smell, Yue Mochen would have thought it was just a work of art, not a fruit.
Yue Mochen looked at Liu Dayong, who pretended to be mysterious, took the fruit with a smile, and thought to himself: Aragorn is here, how can Liu Dayong hide his little move? It's tantamount to stealing a bell from him.
Sure enough, Aragon was already looking at the fruit in Yue Mochen's hand with a smile on his face.