The little cousin of the group is actually a genius in cultivating immortals

After that, Mo Mo and Chen Ping got along normally as if nothing had happened.

Three days later, through the doctor's treatment, the wound on Song Tianjiao's back no longer cracked and began to scab over. She felt that she was almost healed, so she discussed with Mo Mo to set off again.

"It seems that there is no answer you want here, so where should we go next?"

"Go to the ground cricket. I think maybe I was going in the wrong direction from the beginning."

"Cricket? This name is quite unusual. Tell me, what's so special about it?"

Hearing Mo Mo's answer, Song Tianjiao raised her beautiful willow-shaped eyebrows and asked Mo Mo to continue.

"The living environment there is quite harsh. It can be said to be a relatively primitive Grand Canyon ecosystem. Last time we were there, we only saw mutated animals, not humans..."

Mo Mo spoke as he recalled what happened last time.

At the same time, Mo Mo also told Song Tianjiao about the history of the Sand Sea that he and Chen Ping had talked about. It turned out that there were no aborigines like them in the Sand Sea. At the beginning, there was only an endless desert. It was their Chen ancestors who took the villagers to take refuge here and settled down there. From then on, it gradually developed from a village to a town and finally to such a prosperous city.

"So... there is no first generation primitive tribe here at all." Song Tianjiao seemed to understand after hearing this.

"Yes, there is no primitive tribe I want to find here, and there is not even any news about it." Mo Mo had a blank expression, "But I have to say that this is a good place to replenish supplies. If we use up all the supplies in other areas, we may have to go back and forth many times to allocate supplies. So we have to reserve at least two trustworthy people here."

Song Tianjiao nodded to show that she understood, and then said, "Okay, I'll arrange this."

**

The last night before they set out again.

Mo Mo and Song Tianjiao were bathing in the same hot spring pool.

Song Tianjiao has been soaking in medicinal baths for the past few days to recuperate. Today, she finally soaked in a pure natural hot spring and felt comfortable.

Song Tianjiao went straight into the bathtub naked; Mo Mo was more deliberate and wrapped a bath towel around himself, even with his back to Song Tianjiao.

"Hey! What on earth are you looking for those primitive tribes for? You're so mysterious."

Song Tianjiao stretched out her slender white arms and stared at the crystal clear water droplets on them, while asking Mo Mo about his real purpose of looking for the primitive tribe.

"I have my own plans, but it's not convenient to talk about them right now. You and your people are just acting as bodyguards."

Mo Mo's face was as red as a peach, her skin was as smooth as a baby's, and her almond eyes were dark and bright, slightly hazy from the mist. Her bright little face was slightly red, adding a bit of charm. But the words she said were cold.

The mist from the hot spring turned into tiny water droplets on her face, flowing along the delicate lines of her face, over her thick and long eyelashes, across the blush on her cheeks, and finally along her tight jawline, dripping onto her charming collarbone or onto the water surface, creating ripples.

"You are so heartless," Song Tianjiao said with some anger after hearing Mo Mo's cold words, "There is such a long scar on my beautiful back."

Sure enough, Mo Mo turned around in a daze to look at her. Through the misty water, the scabbed, red scar on her smooth white back was very obvious.

Mo Mo sighed softly, then said: "I didn't ask you to save me at that time."

To be honest, Mo Mo felt that she owed Song Tianjiao this favor unwillingly.

After saying that, she wrapped herself in a still dripping bath towel and walked out of the pool.

Song Tianjiao turned her head to look at her.

Although the bath towel covered her graceful figure, it could not hide her long legs. Song Tianjiao leaned against the edge of the pool like a female gangster and whistled at Mo Mo.

"What are you saying? Are you not going to admit it now that it's over? After all, we are taking this trip with you on a life-threatening journey. It's not too much to tell me the ultimate goal, right?" Song Tianjiao still refused to give up and shouted at her.

"I told you that you don't have to come if you don't want to!"

Perhaps Mo Mo was annoyed by the questions, and her tone returned to its initial coldness.

Without paying any more attention to Song Tianjiao in the pool, she went to the locker room alone to change clothes.

"Crack-!"

As the eldest daughter of the Bounty Hunter Guild, this was the first time that Song Tianjiao had suffered such a setback. She stretched out her hand in anger, and the spiritual energy emanating from her palm pushed the water surface away, stirring up a huge wave.

"Why are you so arrogant? If it weren't for your talent, I wouldn't bother with your business!"

Song Tianjiao angrily buried herself in the hot spring pool again.

"No, why would I do such a thankless job? I shouldn't have come if I had known!" Song Tianjiao climbed out of the pool angrily, and then made a shocking decision:

She decided to go back early tomorrow morning!

**

The full moon hanging high in the sky is very peaceful, and even the moonlight that shines down is quiet.

"Are you done?" Mo Mo, who was sitting at the desk writing a work log, asked Song Tianjiao.

"That's it. We'll leave tomorrow morning. I've made up my mind." Song Tianjiao deliberately emphasized the last sentence.

"Okay, be careful on the road."

Mo Mo's expression was indifferent, as if he was not surprised at all by Song Tianjiao's decision.

"Aren't you surprised at all? You really don't want to keep me?" Song Tianjiao looked at the bratty girl with a look as if she were a monster.

Mo Mo put down the pen in her hand only after she finished writing, and then answered her expressionlessly, "I don't even know whether Miss Song has a good temper or not. Before leaving, of course I have to prepare for the worst. Moreover, your situation is not the worst outcome at the moment."

"You...well, you are so cruel! You really are worthy of being Zhao Wenting's apprentice." Song Tianjiao looked extremely angry.

"What? Are you very familiar with my master?" Hearing Zhao Wenting's name, Mo Mo couldn't help but ask.

"I'm not familiar with him, but I've heard of him!" Song Tianjiao replied to her unhappily, then strode away.

Looking at Song Tianjiao's departing back, Mo Mo whispered "thank you".

This operation did not have a particularly detailed plan and involved too many unknown and uncontrollable factors, so Mo Mo felt that she should not risk the lives of so many people, especially now that she had the information about the rift abyss given by the chief of the Tsukuyomi tribe, so Mo Mo wanted to drive these people away.

Perhaps, parting ways now would be the best outcome, while the casualties are not too great.

Mo Mo not only thought so in his heart, but also wrote so in his work notes.

Song Tianjiao, who returned to her room, was not so relaxed. She lay on the bed, tossing and turning. She was quietly thinking about why she came here in the first place.