Murong Wu knew these things and had no reaction at all.
Her delicate and picturesque face looked cold, as usual, without surprise, as if such a result was natural.
This is also true.
If Mo Beilou had not used such tough measures to intimidate them, and had not cut off trouble when it appeared, it would not have had the chance to dominate this continent.
It would always be clean only on the surface.
Such a huge force has not been controlled or destroyed in various countries.
It is not strong enough to support it.
It can only be said by idiots.
But what about Mo Beilou?
No matter how powerful he is, he doesn't care about her affairs.
No matter how famous she is or how troublesome she is, as long as she leaves Zhuyuan Continent and returns to Wuyou, all of this will be of no use to her.
Therefore, when they were all well and almost gone, Murong Wu started planning her return trip.
The most urgent task is how they can pass through the barrier and break the illusion.
They knew what the illusion was capable of.
If they continued to be the same as last time without preparation, she believed that they would suffer even greater losses and might stay in Zhu Yuan forever.
When she had nothing to do in the past two days, she looked through ancient books, but she couldn't find any information about this seal and the illusion.
As for asking other people, it's even less reliable.
I went to see my two brothers and checked them, then came back and continued to check ancient books.
Murong Wu sat at the table in the middle of the room, looking at the yellowed book in her hand, concentrating on it.
The green ring on the finger shimmered with green light, surrounded by traces of breath, exuding in the air, giving it a mysterious aura.
Xiaoxiao, who had slept with Xueqiu'er, slowly sat up now, eyes closed tightly, and climbed up like a ghost.
His whole body was sluggish, as if he was being controlled, and he crawled towards Murong Wu.
The moment it stood up, Murong Wu noticed something strange about it and couldn't help but look at it closely.
The performance was both sleepwalking and separated from the soul, and the whole body was stiff, like a puppet on strings.
Murong Wu looked at it steadily without disturbing it.
She saw Xiaoxiao getting up from the bed and began to crawl forward.
She stepped forward with her little feet.
On the edge of the bed, her little feet still stepped down hard and uncontrollably.
Empty, the small and weak body also fell down.
No, even so, Xiaoxiao couldn't wake up, he still came over like a zombie.
Murong Wu concentrated on feeling Xiao Xiao, but there was no murderous intention, and no other power was controlling it.
It was as if something in its own body controlled it, or it was sleepwalking.
But she was sure it was definitely not sleepwalking Xiao Xiao walked slowly, and it took a long time to crawl to Murong Wu's feet.
Raising her head stiffly, Yao Zi's body had no energy.
She jumped hard and fell straight on the table, and then started walking towards Murong Wu's hand.
Murong Wu now knew its target.
It was the green ring she was forced to wear.
Could it be that this ring is still related to Xiaoxiao?
Murong Wu frowned.
Another mystery.
Ever since Zhu Yuan came here, the mystery has not been solved and there is no clue.
Even though she is so smart, even though she has seen through many conspiracies, this time, she is still a little lacking.
Xiaoxiao finally touched the green ring and began to calm down.
The zombie's body also softened.
The whole process was really as if Xiaoxiao was summoned by the ring.
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The space became peaceful again, and little Dingding crawled next to the ring, feeling very peaceful, as if he had found a protective umbrella and a backer.
Murong Wu moved his hand to the side, and Xiaoxiao followed him and moved stiffly.
Green light was lingering, and an unusual smell was constantly surging in the air, but Murong Wu couldn't smell it.
He lowered his head and looked at the ring again, stroking the simple ring with his left hand, his eyebrows serious, not knowing what he was thinking: