"That place is definitely very dangerous, but there are definitely safe places as well." Song Jinqiao said.
The painting also records:
There seemed to be a kind of power in that place. That power was the reason that supported us to stay there. That power made us see the hope of life. We felt that with that power, we could fight against those hidden in the darkness and even get a lot of wealth. But until we left that place, we never found that power.
"What do you think this power is?" Song Jinqiao asked, "Perhaps this power can resist the dangerous things in that forest."
Unfortunately, the Haklinda tribe was never found.
"Also, doesn't the calligraphy mention that they migrated to that forest? I feel like they might have once lived in the Kashir Mountains, and then the changes in the Kashir Mountains forced them to leave that place."
She didn't know what the grassland where the females used to live had become, but the grassland where the males lived was indeed not suitable for living.
"Let's go." Song Jinqiao whispered, "Don't rush to change our faces back. I'm afraid we might run into that maid on the way."
Everyone nodded.
On the way back from returning the calligraphy, there were only Song Jinqiao and Bo Mu. Song Jinqiao pulled Bo Mu to an empty stone house.
"I have something I want to talk to you about."
Mu raised his eyebrows slightly and obediently let her pull him into the stone house.
"What?" he said with a smile.
Song Jinqiao raised his head and looked at him, his tone was indescribably serious: "Can I trust you?"
Mu Mu raised an eyebrow and thought for a moment, his eyes filled with indescribable depth and tenderness: "That depends on Qiao Qiao."
What he says doesn't count, it depends on her.
Song Jinqiao bit her lower lip, her eyes firm: "I think I can believe it."
Mu was stunned for a moment.
To be honest, he didn't expect the little female to really trust him.
"Can this... be considered as Qiao Qiao accepting me?"
Song Jinqiao didn't answer him. He raised his arm, spread his palm, pursed his lips and said softly, "Look."
As soon as he finished speaking, a black dagger appeared in front of him out of thin air.
Although I was mentally prepared, my heart still skipped a beat.
"Are you really the Messenger of the Beast God?" he asked.
Song Jinqiao, who had prepared a lot of words to explain, was suddenly stuck and didn't know what expression to show for a moment.
She said helplessly: "I really am not a beast god messenger."
Why does she care so much about the identity of the Beast God Messenger? Maybe it's because Xuan Ji made her too sensitive, and she has a conditioned reflex of disgust when she hears the four words "Beast God Messenger".
"Okay, if it's not, then it's not." Bo Mu looked at her helpless little eyes and really wanted to touch her head, so he did it thinking about it.
He raised his hand and touched her head, which felt wonderful.
Song Jinqiao was really immune to his behavior and asked with concern, "Why don't you ask?"
Mu asked back, "What do you want to ask?"
Song Jinqiao looked at him, avoided his pat on the head, and said, "If you don't want to ask, then don't ask. We should leave."
It would be better if you didn't ask, so she wouldn't have to make up a bunch of excuses.
When Song Jinqiao appeared in front of his partners, he found that there was something wrong with their expressions.
"What's wrong?" she asked confusedly.
Wasn't it fine before?
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