She must have stolen the soul stone while she was not paying attention.
Feng Chenglin's irritated squint: "she, what, she? She doesn't know where she is now. How can she know that she is the one who touched the mechanism? "
"I'm not talking about organs..." Yan ziyue wants to speak clearly, but realizes that she can't say too much.
Bitterly, she bit her lips.
"Anyway, it must be her, it's her..."
"Does she mean anything else?" Zhou Yan sat down and looked at the lake. "Up to now, she has no trace. Maybe she has..."
He didn't say the rest.
But the meaning is already obvious.
Ding Temple shakes his head: "no, she must be ok..."
To borrow Feng Chenglin's words: they are all dead, and Ling Luoyu will not have any problems.
Mo you frowned: "but she..."
"She may not have gone down at all!"
“……”
"We all take it for granted that she must have entered the city just like us. Maybe She didn't go in at all. She just went to a place we didn't know when we didn't know... "
"I agree with you, though there is some mystery in what you say!" Feng Chenglin looked relaxed and said, "San Shao is a man who doesn't take the ordinary road Maybe when we mourn for her here, he can come out of other places by himself. "
After seeing his temple, he settled down.
"Well, let's go back to the sacrificial hall first..."
"Go back?" PI Rong was stunned: "isn't that place collapsed?"
"What collapsed was the city, not the sacrificial hall. From my point of view, the sacrificial hall was at most affected and shaken, but it was impossible to step on it."
After patting himself, he took the lead.
"I hope the soup from last night can still be found in I'm starving to death. "
After saying this, we found that it was already late.
Misty horizon, a touch of the setting sun is crumbling.
"Tomorrow, we can leave, but before that, are we going to find Ling girl?" Ink swim out sound to remind.
What is Feng Chenglin Xin looking for?
When the city collapsed, she led him to find Yan ziyue and took her away.
All of them can withdraw safely, and Ling Luoyu must be OK.
"Don't worry, San Shao has always been a lucky person. She will be OK!" Feng Chenglin strides forward: "maybe after we go back, she has been prepared by us for a table of banquet!"
Zhou Yan gave him a silent look.
His face was calm, his eyes were calm, and he was completely confident.
He doesn't care, which means that Ling Luoyu must be safe.
And, again, there must have been something he didn't know about.
Maybe, things turned out well.
A group of people, who no longer speak, silent to the sacrifice hall.
Suddenly -
Junlai stopped: "there How can there be smoke? "
This said, we found that not far away, a thick smoke rose.
Looking at the direction, it seems to be the sacrificial hall where they once lived.
In addition to Yan ziyue, everyone's look is a change, flying up.
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