The Law of Transmigration: The Black-Hearted God’s Domineering Love

"You don't mean to say that the place we are going to this time is the tomb of the rebellious prince, right?"

In fact, she already had a definite answer in her heart. If there was really no connection, how could Mo Shang tell these two things and the time so clearly? She thought that the prince's body must have been used by his men. Something evil.

"This is probably the only tomb in S Province that can meet the specifications of inheriting the position of the head of the Luo family, and can successfully leave you with no way out." After Mo Shang finished speaking, he glanced at Luo, whose face was pale with anger. Qi Feng's lips curled up, "What, are you scared?"

Afraid!

Why aren't you afraid?

If there were only some mechanical magic in this tomb, she would still think it didn't matter, but the way the Nanrong royal family died was obviously caused by ghosts.

If he could have known about the strangeness of this tomb earlier, his father would definitely not agree to take this fight as his test, but there was no turning back.

"What are you afraid of? No matter what, they will choose a grave for me, so it's all the same." Luo Qifeng pretended to be calm and shrugged.

"Well, it's all the same." Mo Shang nodded in agreement.

Anyway, with his own protection, no matter how fierce the fight is, it's just like in his own backyard.

After getting up, Mo Shang took a change of clothes and looked at the drowsy little guy on the bed jokingly.

"I'm going to wash up. Do you want to tell Han Yichen about this tomb?"

"I don't want to move anymore. Let's talk about it tomorrow when we have a chance!" Luo Qifeng rolled his eyes silently in his heart, yawned and got into bed.

She was not stupid. When she came back and wanted to find Han Yichen, how excited was Mo Shang? !

She almost thought she was about to be raped, but fortunately he was still somewhat sensible.

Now he suddenly came and said this, obviously he was testing himself.

If I were really stupid enough to take the bait, I'm afraid I might not get any sleep tonight, or I might sleep forever.

***

The ancient tombs in the mountains are always particularly remote. They were afraid that if they set out too late, they would be delayed until night and they would not be able to see clearly that they were still on their way, so before the rooster crows, Luo Qifeng was dug out from under the quilt.

After more than two hours of drowsily leaning against the car window, they finally stopped outside an abandoned small village.

Everyone picked up the marching backpack that had been prepared in the car. It was filled with all kinds of equipment and was very heavy.

At that moment, Luo Qifeng felt like he was about to be pressed into the soil. Just when he was about to ask if he could bring less things, he felt a light on his back. He turned around and saw Mo Shang. He picked up her backpack easily with one hand.

"Just bring the food. I'll give you the equipment in my backpack." Mo Shang ignored everyone's surprised looks and took off Luo Qifeng's backpack from her body.

"Master Mo, everyone has the equipment for the tomb. If anything happens..." Yang Liang looked at them with some embarrassment.

Although he had a very bad attitude before, he still didn't want to go to the tomb after all. What happened to this pretty boy with tender skin and tender flesh? Otherwise, others asked him to clip the horn, but he failed to keep his employer. If the word spread, who else would be on the road? Dare to ask yourself.

"I don't need equipment." Mo Shang interrupted Yang Liang coldly, then squatted down and packed Luo Qifeng's marching bag.