It's like... and the soul is peeking out from the depths of those eye sockets.

The director raised his head and let out an unexplained sigh:

"The road to progress is always full of blood."

Zhuo Fu was startled, and subconsciously turned his head and looked over.

Director: "What are you doing in a daze? Come and help me."

"......Oh."

Zhuo Fu settled his mind, and under the command of the director, he unplugged the wire connected to the outside of the petri dish, and then put it in the magic expansion bag.

The agreed location is a wasteland not far from the misty jungle.

According to the "request", Zhuo Fu came alone with a magic expansion bag.

When he arrived at the designated place, Mu Heng was already waiting there.

The silver-haired man was slender, his eyes were dark, standing quietly in the deserted wilderness, his expression was calm and calm, he had no consciousness of being a "trophy" snatched by the dragon.

"What about things?" Mu Heng asked.

Zhuo Fu: "..."

As a trophy, you are really too conscious, sir.

He passed the bag silently.

Mu Heng reached out and took it, and said lightly: "If there is something missing, I will know."

Zhuo Fu: "..."

Are you the victim of the kidnapping or the mastermind!

"Wen Yao's side, I have already explained that you will continue to trace the whereabouts of the group of infidels during this time."

Mu Heng indifferently ordered.

He couldn't hold back, and said:

"that......"

Mu Heng raised his eyes and looked over: "What?"

Zhuo Fu felt as if he had thousands of questions stuck in his throat, but in the end, he asked only one sentence:

"You... are you okay?"

"certainly."

Unexpectedly, the man in front of him curled up the corners of his lips, and a happy smile passed over his thin, pale lips. The frost and snow in his pale blue eyes melted, and he seemed to be in a good mood:

"The dragon wants to take me back to the abyss."

Zhuo Fu: "........................"

I don't know how to vomit for 10,000 sentences.

And I don't know if it's his illusion...

I always feel that this person's tone seems to be...showing off?

Oh shit!

Who cares if Dragon wants to take you back to the abyss!

Are you sick!

After the gap disappeared, the heavy mist that had been shrouded in the misty jungle finally dissipated, leaving only a faint mist entwined among the treetops.

Those miniature monsters once again recovered their dullness and gentleness, floating silently in the jungle.

The silver-white dragon lowered his eyes and fixedly stared at the scorched ground in front of him.

It seems to be contemplative, and it seems to be in silence.

Mu Heng came back, and handed the bag he had collected from Zhuo Fu to Shi'an:

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