"Mangchun, send her here!"

"yes!!"

The woman quickly stood up and grabbed Ling Luoyu's arm with one hand.

"Follow me!"

“Where to go??”

Ling Luoyu was about to break free, but heard a faint voice.

"Manghuangkuai!!"

Although the voice was weak, she could recognize it, it was the one she had just stopped.

Since I have to say why I have to hide it, it seems that there is something shameful, and I only let her hear it alone.

But it seemed that this incident was still good for her, so she didn't say anything and let the woman named Mangchun pull her to an ordinary bamboo house.

"Old ancestor, people are here!!"

"Get out!"

"yes!!"

Mang Chun retreated respectfully, and before leaving, he glared at Ling Luoyu meaningfully.

Ling Luoyu looked around in confusion, frowned slightly.

Ancestor??

Could it be an ancestor of the Manghuang clan??

But then again, only experienced ancestors can know the special significance of her wild and destiny.

"Come in!" The ancestor's voice became much gentler.

Ling Luoyu hesitated for a moment and quietly pushed open the bamboo door.

The bamboo house is simple and quiet, and there is a faint smell of medicine floating in the air.

After walking for a few steps, a man in a gray robe jumped into his eyes in the inner room on the left.

He was not old and looked about fifty years old. He was in a state of energy and felt an inexplicable pressure on his body, suppressing Ling Luoyu's heart.

This comes from the aura of a strong man!

This breath comes from their bones, and every move will be unconsciously reflected without any need to be released.

He was painting by splashing ink at the table. After a few strokes, a huge mountain peak suddenly came to his eyes.

When he saw that mountain, Ling Luoyu's pupils shrank without thinking.

Holy Land??

The man in the gray robe painted the holy land of the Manghuang clan, the towering peak.

Ling Luoyu raised his eyes slightly and looked at the man secretly.

Who knew that he seemed to know that she was peeking, and a smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

"If you want to see it, why do you need to peek so sneakily??"

He slowly looked at his eyes, his eyes were like the starry sky, deep and boundless.

Ling Luoyu's consciousness suddenly became trance, as if something had shaken.

The expression of the man in the gray robe also changed at that moment, and the brush fell on the painting with a "pop".

The crisp sound suddenly woke Ling Luoyu up. She shook her head suddenly, her eyes were filled with depression.

"What did you do to me?"

Although she didn't know what was going on, she felt something was wrong!!

"You are Lan Ruo's granddaughter?" The man's voice trembled slightly.

"How do you know??"

After Ling Luoyu asked, he immediately understood what he understood.

"Did you... have you entered my consciousness just now??"

It was in that moment of trance that the man entered her mind and stole certain information.

"That's a kind of entry...you'll understand in the future!!"

He chuckled kindly and called Ling Luoyu over.

"Have you seen the mountain on this painting of me?"

Ling Luoyu glanced at him alertly, but nodded slowly.

This man said that he had entered her mind, and it was not necessary to hide it.

"Is there... okay?"

"Not good..." Ling Luoyu thought of Mo Xuanchen, and his eyes were cold: "At least, it's not good for me!!"


Chapter completed!