When Leng Bo, who was passing by, heard this, looked at Zheng Yiqing with a confident face and felt something was wrong, and he couldn't remember it for a moment.
He simply didn't think much about it. Anyway, Zheng Yiqing has always been like this.
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After leaving the restaurant, Chen Feng changed his appearance and quickly approached Mokou Cliff.
Gu Hai's whereabouts have not been found yet, and he doesn't know where Li Jiajia fell from.
Wu Han also came to Mokou Cliff alone. The secret realm on the road was delayed for so long, and Chen Feng was afraid that something would happen to him.
There is still some distance away from the Demonkou Cliff, and you can feel the evil aura that soars into the sky, rolling like a devil king.
There is also a small town here, and people who come and go are exploring at Mokou Cliff. They will exchange what good things they get here.
Even though the Mokou Cliff is full of dangers and a life-threatening life, there are countless opportunities and treasures here. Faced with such temptation, there will always be people who will take risks.
This town was built by such people.
When you enter the town, there are ruins everywhere, and the entire town is filled with a crazy and heavy sense of depression.
The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, and the blood on the ground was dried up and then dripped with blood, turning into a bunch of black stuff.
The crowd came and went stared at each other vigilantly and fiercely, as if they were prepared to fight if they were not careful.
There was no shouting on the street, which was in sharp contrast with the bustling and lively Heishui Town.
The vendors on the roadside looked at the passing people with a gloomy face. Sometimes when someone asked for it, they looked impatient, fearing that someone would buy their things.
Chen Feng was walking on the street, and passers-by were walking in a hurry, and from time to time, people covered in blood were staggering into the city.
Even though they were seriously injured, they still looked alert.
As Chen Feng continued to move forward, this situation was broken at the entrance of a crowded shop.
Countless seriously injured people were standing, sitting or being carried by others, and a vast group of people were crowded at the door.
Their faces had a smile of hope and searching for the hunting dogs, and they no longer talked about each other's identities.
Faced with such a scene, Chen Feng was a little surprised. This place and the town where he was calculating each other were simply two extremes.
"Get out, get out of here!" The sudden shouts and scolding attracted Chen Feng's attention.
The closed door was opened, and an old man pushed out a middle-aged man with a gray hair but a rosy complexion.
"Doctor Yan begs you, save him, he is still a child!" The middle-aged man knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing and begging.
The old man, known as Dr. Yan, was not moved at all: "Save him? What should I save him? If I can't save him, I can't save him. Where can I go to find Moyu Qilinhua?"
"You are sincerely embarrassing me old man and want to smash my sign!"
"Doctor Yan, please save his life for the time being. Moyu Qilinhua, I'll look for it, I'll take someone to look for it under the Mokou Cliff!" The middle-aged man wiped the blood from his face and stared at it eagerly with his eyes.
Dr. Yan.
"The black jade unicorn flower has long been extinct, and there may not be any under the Demon Mouth Cliff."
Dr. Yan looked at the man on the ground and sighed for a while: "Forget it, let's help you this time."