Mo Shang couldn't help but chuckled, "Look at the boulder on that mountain."
"Dragon ball? But dragon spitting out beads is also a good feng shui!" Luo Qifeng had just finished speaking when he heard a helpless sigh in his ears, with a hint of pampering.
Her fair face instantly flushed with shame.
Well, she also knows that she is really useless, but the original owner of this body left her with a little common sense about Feng Shui, maybe they will fight later, and her golden finger can't be used here. It's too wasteful to look at the dragon's veins that Mo Shang already understands.
"Then look at it from this angle!" Mo Shang held her shoulders and turned slightly to the left, "What do you think that boulder looks like now?"
"Tiger?! This is the fierce pulse of a dragon and a tiger fighting!" Luo Liyan gasped, her eyes widening.
The pulse condition of this dragon-tiger fight is too hostile, no matter which direction it is buried in these two positions, the descendants will never be peaceful and will continue to kill.
If this is the case, it can barely make sense, why all the royal families of the Nan Rong Congress fell in the past.
"More than that, this little tiger has been defeated. Its tail is facing the dragon's mouth. It is obviously trying to escape, but after all, there is a fierce distance between the two mountains. The dragon's veins beat the little tiger's veins. It has opened its mouth like this for thousands of years, but it will never go away." Unable to eat the meat around his mouth, the dragon veins have already turned into a hungry dragon."
"That's why, if that prince is buried under this dragon vein, he will absorb the fierceness of the evil dragon and escape to kill those royal families in Nanrong!" Luo Qifeng let out a long breath, and followed Mo Shang's words.
But then other doubts arose in my mind.
It's normal for me and Han Yichen, this waste material, to not be able to see anything, but how could Han Qi and Yang Liang be considered old men in the fighting world? How could they ignore this stone? !
Could it be that both of them were placed in by the kind-hearted uncle in the clan? !
Luo Qifeng's heart sank, and he became a little gloomy.
In one team, two useless materials, two spies from the enemy, and only one Mo Shang, can she really successfully overthrow this fight this time, and give her the main task of the completely reborn club? !
"Don't worry too much, nothing will happen." Mo Shang slightly bent his index finger and tapped on his forehead, "Although this is your experience, I won't let you have any accidents."
"I'm not worried." Luo Qifeng took a deep breath, and patted Mo Shang's hand away, "Go back, they've waited for too long, and they still don't know what to think of us!"
"Follow them whatever you think!" Mo Shang didn't care, but still followed slowly.
"Little Six, can I open a golden finger about tomb robbery?" Luo Qifeng still asked secretly in his heart just to be on the safe side.
[You can, but you idiots, I think at your current speed, you can go down to the tomb for dinner at most, so are you sure you want to use today's golden finger? Not reserved for life-saving? ] Number 666 reminded me very pertinently.
Luo Qifeng felt that what it said made sense, so he could only curl his lips helplessly.
As soon as the two of them returned to the place where they had just rested and rectified, Han Yichen and the three of them hurried up to greet them.
"Master Mo, where did you go just now?" Yang Liang looked at Mo Shang with a serious face and asked.