My magic stick is going to heaven!

Chapter 284 Fighting the Fog Mountain 1

Wen Changlang looked up at him teasingly: "It seems that you know Wushan quite well."

Shang Yanzhou: "Well, I checked some information, let's go to sleep."

Wen Changlang nuzzled his mouth, and arched in Shang Yanzhou's arms, found a comfortable position, closed his eyes and fell asleep quickly.

On the other hand, Shang Yanzhou squinted his dangerous eyes, staring at a certain darkness, and joked in a low voice:

"Grandma's voyeurism, it's time to get rid of it."

Lian Yi made a cut, then flew out of nowhere, and landed safely on the quilt.

"Look, this is the latest thing I remembered."

Shang Yanzhou didn't doubt that he was there, picked up the Yin-Yang remonstrance and opened it, and there were a few more lines of words on the blank page behind.

Travel with Dongfang to a lonely cemetery, rescue Alian by chance, and go to Shenyang City together, Dongfang is depressed, looking for a young lady, although I am angry, but I know Dongfang's state of mind, and I am connected, confidant and friend, so why be suspicious.

After reading these short lines, Shang Yanzhou frowned deeply:

"This A-Lian must be you, but who is this Dongfang? Moreover, these contents have nothing to do with the matter of psychic eyes."

Lian Yi sighed, regretfully said:

"Dongfang is the young master's close friend, and later parted ways with the young master due to family reasons. These are all the young master's memories. But with a few strokes, how can I write the young master's desolate state of mind at that time."

"As for the record about psychic eyes, there should be some later, but I haven't remembered it yet, and now my memory is not sure what triggered it, and it is slowly recovering. I always feel that it has something to do with what happened 500 years ago. .”

Shang Yanzhou closed the yin and yang advice, and then asked: "How much do you remember about what happened 500 years ago?"

As soon as Lian Yi turned around, she turned into a human form, facing the moonlight pouring down from the balcony, she said in a low voice, lost:

"Mostly I remember some unimportant things, all about Young Master and Dongfang. Forget it, I think this trip to Wushan Mountain should be an opportunity, and maybe I will recover my memory by then."

After Lian Yi left, Shang Yanzhou lowered his gentle eyes and stared at Wen Changlang's peaceful sleeping face.

The usually unforgiving mouth is now unconsciously pursed and muttered, and from time to time, it is hugged into his arms, like a coquettish cat, which is used to teasing people.

Three days later, the winter solstice, light snow.

Wen Changlang and Shang Yanzhou, as well as Wu Chu and Lian Yi, a group of people set off for Wushan Mountain to gather with the expedition team.

Wen Changlang was wearing a thick plush coat, a black felt hat, and gloves on his hands. He was fully armed and kept jumping in place under the icy winter snow.

Both Shang Yanzhou and Wu Chu were instructing the people below to move the prepared things into the trunk.

Because he had to go a long distance, Shang Yanzhou specially found an army off-road vehicle from his father Shang Yunyi, which looked tall and domineering.

Wen Changlang squinted his eyes comfortably, watching Shang Yanzhou busy in an orderly manner, his eyes also turned around, and Lian Yi, who inadvertently glanced aside, frowned immediately:

"Old monster, aren't you cold?"

In this snowy weather, she was only wearing her white retro gauze dress, her long hair was loose, and her cold and coquettish little face was expressionless, as if she was not affected by the bad weather at all.

Lian Yi opened her hands, blowing off the snow that was stuck in her palms, and then smiled lightly:

"It's just frost and snow, why not be afraid."

You are right, how can an old monster be cold.