As the silhouettes shuttled, the silhouettes around them gradually became clear.

However, after seeing the appearance of the human figure, Dingmiao collapsed even more

"This"

This is really hell! !

how come?

He looked at Ling Luoyu incredulously and pointed at one of the figures.

"This...Is it dazzling, or..."

"It's you!!"

Ling Luoyu was calm, calm and calm.

"This is a projection of the three of us..."

In front of them, it was the projection images of the three of them who came to cycle the death array for the first time.

It's just that the image is blurry and not clear.

"And it's the first time the three of us came here...Unfortunately, there is no sound. Otherwise, you will know what happened..."

This function of recording figures looks simple, but it is just an ancient camera.

But in the eyes of Dingmiao, that is something shocking the world.

"The three of us... how can the three show themselves here?"

Ling Luoyu rolled his eyes: "Zhen Xin can record even thousands of years of images. What's so strange about recording the three of us..."

Taking a breath, she suddenly understood.

"Dingmiao... Do you say that Zhenxin wants to tell us where the fat man has gone?"

With that said, Dingmiao also reduced his spirit: "Calculate the time... it should be almost..."

As she was talking, a familiar figure fell into her eyes again

"Mo Xuanchen..."

Ling Luoyu's heart jumped suddenly, and he subconsciously took a step forward, but almost broke away from him.

Mo Xuanchen, who entered the circular death formation, was not fighting like a headless fly like them.

He looked at the things in his hands from time to time, and after a round, he finally chose a direction and walked quickly.

"Xuan Chen..."

She quickly raised her hand to grab his back, but only caught in the air.

Mo Xuanchen's figure disappeared from her fingers, and finally disappeared.

Dingmiao stood there quietly, with his hands around his arms: "Do you see clearly what he is holding?"

Ling Luoyu lowered his eyes, trying to calm his mind: "No!"

"It looks...like a compass, but it's much more complicated than a compass. It seems that there are many hidden compartments..."

"Do you know what it is?"

"do not know!"

Dingmiao bit his fingertips and looked at her with a sharp look.

"The relationship between the two of you... is very shallow. You don't know what he has in his hands. I haven't been in contact with him, so how can you know what it is?"

Ling Luoyu narrowed his eyes: "You are telling me... the relationship between me and him is nothing more than that, otherwise he wouldn't even know what he has in his hands!"

Dingmiao raised his eyebrows, but the cloud was calm and light in reply: "I didn't mean that, just to remind you...you have to know in your heart why he is hiding from you...and what is hiding from you..."

Ling Luoyu looked at it with a glance, and his lips were slightly blooming: "He is my husband, and everything he is hiding from me is for my own good!"

"is it?"

Dingmiao didn't like the trust in her eyes.

For the man named Mo Xuanchen, she believed it wholeheartedly for no reason.

But what about him?

She doesn't even have one-thousandth of his trust!

"Miss Ling, I am also a man. I know what a man will hide from his own woman..."