Mu Yuan, a member of the Shadow Hunter tribe, scratched his head because he couldn't remember what the old monk said to him at last.
He only remembered that feeling.
After hearing that sentence, he felt suffocated, as if a huge rock was pressing on his chest, making it difficult for him to breathe.
"I really can't remember it."
Mu Yuan was very regretful, and his expression was also painful.
Ling Yan held his hand and squeezed his palm: "It's okay, if you can't remember it, don't think about it for now."
Mu Yuan nodded, thinking about the environment they were in at the moment, and asked anxiously: "Captain Ling, what is going on? Why did I bring you to my space again?" "
Let's go, this matter is more complicated, let's go out and talk about it, and leave this place to Mei. If I'm not mistaken, Mei should fight with Li without any accident."
