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Everything around him was reflected in his dark eyes.

"What a lovely place!"

A slight smile involuntarily appeared on his lips.

With a slight smile.

It's been a long time since I've felt this quiet.

"This place is pretty good, isn't it?"

suddenly

A gentle, warm voice rang out in this fairyland-like place.

Li Mo looked in the direction of the sound.

I don't know when it happened, but it was on that green grass.

A man suddenly appeared.

He was wearing a white robe and was half-lying on the grass.

He was holding a wine pot that resembled those from the ancient Xia Dynasty.

He gulped down the fine wine.

"It is indeed nice, quiet and peaceful."

Compared to the outside world, calling this place a fairyland wouldn't be an exaggeration!

Li Mo stood still, looking at the man, and said calmly.

"Hahaha!!! That's tasteful!! That's tasteful!!"

"I haven't had any customers here in ages!"

"Want to grab a drink with me?"

The man's voice seemed to come from near and far.

Next second

His figure had already disappeared onto the grass.

Li Mo remained as indifferent as ever.

He raised his left hand seemingly casually.

Followed by.

Imagine falling suddenly from nothingness.

pat! ! !

His hand did indeed grasp a wine jug directly.

And that man.

It also appeared in front of Li Mo.

"Hahaha!!! Want a drink?"

"The successor to the underworld?"

The man watched as Li Mo grabbed the wine jug.

A flicker of surprise flashed quickly in his eyes.

Although it was fleeting.

But it certainly didn't escape Li Mo's eyes.

Li Mo raised the wine pot high.

Wow~

The fine wine seemed to flow like a stream.

It surged into Li Mo's mouth.

Above the valley, the blood-red sun had vanished without a trace.

A silver moon.

It was hanging upside down in the sky at some unknown time.

Dressed in white with black hair, drinking wine under the moon.

This moment.

Li Mo seemed like a banished immortal.

otherworldly

Countless girls watching the live stream couldn't help but scream when they saw this.

Compared to Li Mo.

Those so-called celebrities are utterly pathetic.

If a comparison must be made.

That's a world of difference.

Li Mo put down the wine pot.

Those dark eyes met the man's eyes.

One glance is like an eternal night, an abyss at its bottom.

Its appearance is like amber and agate, shining like the sun and moon.

"Aren't you afraid the wine is poisoned?"

The man stared into Li Mo's eyes.

He said it meaningfully.

"Poison? Heh~ Then stand in front of me now."

Are you afraid of falling into an endless hell?

The Wolf King?

bass! ! !

The moment Li Mo uttered those three words.

The man's expression changed.

A strange glint appeared in those amber eyes.

In a daze.

It actually transformed into the vertical pupils of a hungry wolf.

"How did you know?"

The man didn't seem nervous at all.

Instead, they quickly returned to the grass.

Tilting his head.

He looked at Li Mo with considerable confusion.

Like a student waiting for a question to be answered.

It begins when the scenery gradually changes in this canyon.

Li Mo noticed it.

In this canyon.

It possessed a power he was familiar with.

As we delve deeper...

He had an idea.

This power is exactly the same as the aura on the fragment of the Azure Wolf Secret Realm.

"Fragments of a Secret Realm~"

Li Mo spoke as he spoke.

They walked towards the meadow.

He sat down.

She seemed completely indifferent to the man beside her.

It's just a hungry wolf.

"Did you know that the gods made a prophecy at the very beginning of my birth?"

He told me,

One day, I will be killed.

My skull will become that person's qualification for the 'ultimate'.

As the Wolf King spoke, he turned to look at Li Mo.

His forehead was adorned with countless fragments of the secret realm.

It emitted a faint, cold light.

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"Gods never make mistakes, but I feel..."

"He might be wrong this time!!!"

The Wolf King's voice became somewhat mournful.

That gentlemanly demeanor vanished in an instant.