Bai Yi was bounced back by a transparent older sister and fell heavily to the ground, his eyes narrowing.
Could it be that the lady is the chosen one of the Great Hall?
Mo Qingcheng glanced back, her lips twitching violently. She felt a pang of sympathy for Bai Yi, that poor child…
The next second, Mo Qingcheng was so shocked that she couldn't speak. There was a mechanism behind the statue that would be hard to find if you didn't look closely.
But why is that mechanism his own handprint? Could it be related to him?
Mo Qingcheng was startled by her own bizarre idea, but she still reached out her hand involuntarily.
She compared them again and again, then gritted her teeth and covered the groove with her small hand.
"Boom!"
An invisible door suddenly appeared before them, and Mo Qingcheng was tightly enveloped by a beam of light.
A dizzying sensation followed, and Mo Qingcheng realized she had been sucked into the empty statue.
Good heavens, what on earth is going on?
Curiosity killed the cat...
Mo Qingcheng was on the verge of tears. Where was Bai Yi? Why didn't he come to her rescue?
At this moment, Bai Yi was trapped in the formation and could not escape. He had a lot of strength, but he was helpless.
Mo Qingcheng felt something comfortable and couldn't break free, so she stopped being stubborn.
If it comes naturally, then accept it and let things take their course. Isn't that better?
The sound of Farm-kun gloating echoed in my mind.
"Little witch, congratulations, you've fallen into the demon realm..."
"What do you mean?" Mo Qingcheng raised her hand three feet high: "Little Junjun, are you kidding me? This instructor isn't very well-educated, don't try to fool me..."
"Hehe, little witch, the Demon Realm... so many treasures..." Farmer blinked and drooled, "It smells so good..."
Mo Qingcheng was speechless: "Little Junjun, are you sure this is the entrance to the Demon Realm?"
"Not sure? I'm 99% sure..." Farm-kun tilted his head and said cutely, "Probably, maybe, I came here three thousand years ago..."
"Pfft!" Mo Qingcheng really wanted to spit a mouthful of blood onto Farmer's face. Why don't you just fly to the sky?
Three thousand years ago?
Are you kidding me? Or are you kidding me?
Farmer took a deep breath, a hint of disappointment flashing in his eyes. Three thousand years ago, is that a long time ago?
Mo Qingcheng bit her tongue, and a faint smell of blood wafted into her nostrils, making her more alert: "Little Junjun, could you bring Bai Yi and the others over?"
"It's a bit difficult. Let them wander in on their own; maybe they'll find a chance..." Farmer suggested after thinking for a moment.
“Okay!” Mo Qingcheng nodded in agreement. As long as Farm Lord’s guild leader was there, with one white and one black, and one Mo and three Mo, they would soon meet again in the Demon Realm…
wrong……
Mo Qingcheng belatedly realized she had been fooled by Farm Jun. What kind of bullshit Demon Realm was this? Wasn't there a natural barrier?
Could it be...?
"Little Junjun, get out here right now!" Mo Qingcheng's face darkened as her body plummeted downwards.
Farmer's pitiful voice reached my ears: "Little witch, aren't you going to sleep?"
"Sleep my ass! Why aren't you confessing?"
"Ahem... What you want is in the Demon Realm... inside the barrier..."
Mo Qingcheng nearly choked on a mouthful of blood. "Can we not take it?"
Farmer sighed softly and lectured Mo Qingcheng, saying that if they didn't come to the Demon Realm now, when would they?
When we return to the Mo family?
No way!
Mo Qingcheng thought about it and it seemed to make sense. If she could gain experience in the Demon Realm and then return to the Mo family, she would be like a tiger with wings. Not to mention the family head, even the elders would respect her...
So, little Junjun accidentally did a good deed?
"Hehe, of course, don't you know who I work for?"
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