Full-time Mage, I am Mo Fan and his sister

Chapter 602 Bo City and Dangerous Village, Kunjing Water is the Holy Spring!
"Xiao Hou, why are you pretending to have amnesia?" Mo Yinge asked Zhang Xiaohou, she didn't think that the child would pretend to have amnesia in order to pick up girls at this time, it would be possible to be Mo Fan.

"At the beginning, my teammates and I were chased by the undead and almost fell into the evil abyss by accident, but I saw people from the Black Holy See near the evil abyss!" Zhang Xiaohou took a deep breath, and then said: "Then I was found Yes, my brain was indeed injured during the escape, and I really lost my memory for a while, and someone who escaped to Huacun poisoned me should be Hong Jun!"

Moyingge was also shocked when he heard that, once the people of the Black Vatican knew that he had seen something he shouldn't have seen, they would definitely send blue-clothed deacons to wipe him out, and the blue-clothed deacons were all high-level mages, the injured Zhang Xiaohou It is impossible to deal with it at all, so it can only be done for self-protection.

This made Moyingge have to sigh Zhang Xiaohou's wit and bravery, he has now grown into a real guardian mage!

"What exactly do you know?" Mo Yinge asked in a deep voice.

"He was wearing a mask. I didn't recognize who he was, but the Black Vatican called him the Great Deacon of Hujin." Zhang Xiaohou said.

"Deacon Hujin, sounds like the head of Deacon in Blue, and his identity must be unusual. But they never sent Deacon in Blue to deal with you, they just let Hong Jun watch, they must be planning some big event, said Maybe they have a leg in this undead turmoil in the ancient capital!" Mo Yinge said with a cold snort.

"And I feel a little familiar with that voice, it must have come into contact with it before, but I really can't remember who it is," Zhang Xiaohou continued.

"familiar?"

"Yes, and I'm sure I heard it in Bo City. The rain was a bit noisy at that time, but if I listen to it again, Wang will be able to tell the difference!" Zhang Xiaohou said seriously.

Mo Yinge frowned, his face became heavy, it was actually related to Bo City, how many people did Zhang Xiaohou get in touch with in Bo City before?In this way, didn't that guy have come into contact with it himself!
"And I feel that besides the Black Vatican, there are other people staring at Huacun, so I have not been aggressively attacked, otherwise my disguise may not be effective." Zhang Xiaohou continued.

"Well, I did find someone outside the village just now, so I have to thank him." Mo Yinge said.

"Is this the water from your Kunjing well? Why do I feel familiar?" Mo Yinge said.

Moyingge was quite curious about the existence of these villages in the Land of the Dead. Taking advantage of some time, he took a closer look at the village and found that it was very ordinary.

Simply relying on the kind of ash wood that the undead don't like around the village is not enough to keep the village alive.

Then Su Xiaoluo felt that they were about to leave the village, and it didn't matter if some secrets were revealed, so she slowly revealed the existence of Kunjing.

"It's the God of Kunjing who has been protecting us all this time." Su Xiaoluo said, and then she became dejected again, "But now we seem to have been abandoned."

That's why Mo Yingge wanted to take a look at this magical Kunjing water.

"This kind of feeling. This kind of charm power" In Moyingge's hand, a palm-sized water polo exudes a strange moisturizing power. This kind of feeling makes her feel familiar, but the memory seems to be a little long ago, and she thought about it for a while. Can't get up.

"The customs here are somewhat similar to those in our city of Bo. They will put gray plums in front of the door when someone dies here. I remember that when my grandfather passed away, they also put this thing at home." Zhang Xiaohou was talking to Mo Yinge Some of my own experience.

"Bo City. Bo City!!"

Mo Yinge was startled suddenly, and a turbulent sea surged in his heart.

"This Kunjing water is obviously the same as our holy spring in Bocheng!"

"What?! So, is there really a connection between this place and Bo City, or do we all have the same ancestor?" Although Zhang Xiaohou had never been to the Holy Spring, he was also famous for the top cultivation resources in Bo City back then. In the past, combined with the similar customs of the two places, a bold guess was made.

Mo Yinge is sure that this kind of charm is exactly the same as the holy spring in Bocheng!She used to practice with the help of the holy spring, that is, it was a long time ago and she couldn't remember it for a while.

There are still some differences between the holy spring and ordinary spring water. Apart from being very clear and thorough, its density seems to be higher. Moyingge weighed the water polo in his hand, with a clear expression on his face. look.

Don't ask her why she knows that the holy spring is the same as this Kunjing water, just ask her to examine the holy spring carefully out of curiosity.

"Since we are leaving, take the Kunjing water with us. It would be a pity if it dries up or is destroyed. Most importantly, when the Bo city disaster happened, there seemed to be many people from the Black Vatican chasing and killing them. Mo Fan with the Holy Spring!" Mo Yinge narrowed her eyes slightly, and a gleam of light flashed in her phoenix pupils.

Obviously, such a coincidence is impossible in the world. Since it is basically confirmed that the holy spring in Bocheng and the water from the Kunjing come from the same source, and there are guys from the Black Vatican in both places to spy on them, it means that this thing is harmful to them. Absolutely useful!

In this way, it would be even more impossible for Mo Yinge to let them succeed.

The silver constellation lights flickered, and Mo Yinge temporarily opened up a storage space. Although it could not be very large, it was about the size of a room, and it was enough to hold these small spring water.

"There is not much spring water left here, and I feel that it may dry up in a few years, but it is still much better than the holy spring in Bocheng." Moyingge muttered to himself. Really, there is only a layer of water skin left, which is pitiful and sad.

Looking at Zhang Xiaohou who was still a little confused, Mo Yinge said again, "It is said that the origin of our Bo City is that the descendants of an ancient king migrated to the south, maybe our origin comes from here."

"Isn't that a coincidence, maybe we were also a village here 2000 years ago!" Zhang Xiaohou was quite optimistic, rubbing his head and laughing.

In front of Moyingge, he no longer needs to maintain the seriousness of a guard, and he doesn't need to deliberately pretend to be mature, and he will always have a naive and childish look.

It seemed that Moyingge had disturbed the sky several times, and the heavy rain stopped in the Xianchi area.

The villagers are afraid and in awe of Moyingge, but there is no way for her to do ideological work one by one, and no one knows when the undead chaos will break out completely, leaving them here Just looking for death.

If you are afraid, be afraid, just treat them as if you tied them up and left.

But the village head, Xie Sang, was reluctant to leave after waking up, so there was really no other way.

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