Subconsciously, Ling Mulao immediately followed his gaze, and with a casual glance, her face suddenly turned pale.

There is an abyss beneath you, and there are countless thorns with sharp thorns growing on the cliff walls. If you are not careful, you will be stabbed to death by these thorns even if you fall from the cliff and survive.

What's even more powerful is that the thorn flower is poisonous. The light pollen is filled in the thin mist. Although it is not obvious, it still cannot escape the eyes of those who are interested.

Ling Mulao immediately did not dare to say anything more, pointed his slender fingers at his closed mouth, and then motioned to Xuanyuan Moye to just watch the road carefully.

Xuanyuan Moxie, however, acted as if he hadn't seen him before, and did not move his big, sharp-jointed palm away from Ling Mulao's red lips.

With soft lips and warm temperature, even if it was the palm of his hand, he didn't want to let go easily.

A thousand years later, this woman once again awakened his heart. It was unmistakable. She must be Jing'er, the only woman he loved deeply.

Ling Mulao frowned, guessing that Xuanyuan Moxie was concentrating on flying, so he didn't struggle.

She once again glanced at the thorny cliff, and she was secretly glad that Xuanyuan Moxie was there. If she had forced her way out alone, she would have turned into a pool of flesh and blood with her light skill.

The cliff is wider than expected, and this feeling of fear seems very long.

Ling Mulao looked at the thin mist. Although it was not too thick, he couldn't see the direction in the distance at all. Everything around him seemed to have not changed at all, and they seemed to be spinning in place.

Could it be that this mist is still a maze?

The thought flashed across his mind, and Ling Mulao immediately confirmed this conjecture and quickly scanned the surroundings.

Got it!

Stretching out his slender white fingers, Ling Mulao pointed to the northwest. The fog gradually thinned there, proving that the wind came from here.

Xuanyuan Moxie flew along Ling Mulao's finger, and after a while, he saw the flat land covered with trees.

His figure was like lightning, and he jumped and landed on the ground.

"Khan, where have we entered?" Ling Mulao's lips twitched slightly, looking at the skeletons on the ground, his heart felt inexplicably.

"Hell, do you believe it?" The corners of Xuanyuan Moxie's lips slightly raised, and a warm smile slowly appeared between his brows. At this moment, he looked calm and indifferent to other things.

"I don't believe it!" Ling Mulao said coldly, rolling his eyes.

Then, he looked back at the direction of the cliff, biting his red lips subconsciously, as if waiting for something.

"He won't appear, he must have entered another passage!" Without any emotion, Xuanyuan Moxie glanced at Ling Muchao indifferently, and then walked straight forward.

"We were fooled. This is not the gate to heaven at all!" After realizing it later, Ling Mulao hit his head with a fist. Unexpectedly, he missed the mark this time and fell into the trap of the Suzaku Witch.

You should have noticed it just now, because although the birds are singing, the flowers are fragrant, and the sun is shining brightly, there is still a chill in the air. Although it has been deliberately dealt with, as long as you are willing, you can still notice it.

"But where is this?" Ling Mulao quickly caught up with Xuanyuan Moxie and asked looking at the surrounding environment.

"Trap!" Xuanyuan Moxie said two words calmly and gracefully.

Ling Mulao: "..."

If you don't know, just say you don't know, and pretend to be cool and give an answer that even a fool knows.

There was silence along the road, neither of them spoke.
Chapter completed!