Chapter 392 (2/2)

Yunmo knew that Daju could talk directly to her mind and replied directly, ”OK, I'll take that puppet cat to play. I'll play puppet and love you. What do you think?”

The puppet, the big Jiji, loves it?

Big orange felt the eggs and chrysanthemums cool for a moment, and the hair on his back stood upright. He turned around and walked away with the marmot in his mouth. He thought this proposal was not good at all, very bad, not dry.

In my mind, Yun Mo picked up the six foreigners before meeting her. They seemed to walk idly in front of her, but in fact they surrounded her in a fan-shaped shape. They never allowed her to run away. At the same time, the blue eyes motioned to Yun Mo: ”rest in front, safe.”

The cloud Mo eye ground sneers a flash but pass, don't need you so encircle, she is to follow them, how can escape halfway.

On the face but stare big innocent big eyes, repeatedly nod: ”good, good, safety is good, safety is good.” After that, obediently follow the foreigners in the enclosure.

Looking at cloud Mo so obedient, several people look at each other, flashlights on the front.

The sky is dark. The moon and stars don't know whether they are blocked by dark clouds, or they just skip work. They don't go to work. They are so dark that they can hardly see their fingers.

Only the dull thunder not far away, occasionally mixed with one or two flashes of lightning, will bring a glimmer of light to this dark land.

The shadows of the trees are mixed, and the wind is sharp.

It was supposed to be a cool summer night on the top of willows on the moon, but it was just set off by this scene, which gave us a feeling of gloomy terror and made us scared.

Night, deeper and deeper.

It's getting darker and darker. The light of the flashlight can't shine far away. There are many trees in the wild mountains. The paths are in all directions. It's hard to walk and it's even harder to tell the direction.

Cloud Mo follows this group to walk in the dark night, the road is narrower and narrower, and more and more people are rarely seen.

She can tell the direction very well, and she is completely confused here. There are too many forks. There is a fork every two or three steps, and there is another fork after only a few steps. It's just like that spider web, which is not a spider web, but a overlapped spider web. She can't remember how to get here.

Along the way, I only heard the group of foreigners in constant low voice communication. The groundhog said that they were calculating the steps and directions, using the algorithm in advanced mathematics to calculate the position.

Cloud ink smashed hit tongue secretly congratulated, fortunately did not come up to kill them directly, and then search the soul.

Otherwise, if we don't talk about the problem of language barrier, she will completely copy the data in their minds. She probably can't find it. Advanced mathematics is too complicated for her as a scum. That's the book of heaven.

Cloud Mo shakes his head and follows this group of people cleverly.

The shadows of the trees are dancing and the night is deep.

Forward, backward, circle, circling, I don't know how many forks I've passed, and I don't know what rules I'm going according to. The woodchuck who goes straight is dizzy. He just wants to memorize the route by rote. He almost vomits blood. After giving up, in the fierce cold wind, the party finally comes to a position halfway up the mountain and stops.

”Here it is.” As soon as the groundhog's eyes brighten, he quickly translates into cloud ink.

It was holding its tired big orange in its mouth, and half the way it threw it on yunmo's shoulder, while letting yunmo take it away, so as to translate for her nearby, so as not to miss any important time.