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

Zhao Wenting was inexplicably obedient to Mo Mo, and even personally led Mo Mo to the prison. The journey was long, and Mo Mo found that the closer to the prison, the colder it became, unlike the warm spring when he first left the Supernatural Bureau.

It would take another half a day to reach the prison.

Taking a break on the way, Mo Mo stood alone in the white snow, gazing up.

"It is said that this is a severe cold wave that occurs once in a century. Today we just happened to encounter this century-old tree. I really don't know what a good day today is."

Pei Ming, who was always talkative, folded his arms, hunched his neck and sighed.

"Although it is a century-old tree, several of its branches were broken by the weight of the snow," Mo Mo's eyes were full of pity, "It shouldn't be frozen to death."

Zhao Wenting, who followed, looked at the century-old tree, then looked at Mo Mo's profile, and said, "Since it has a history of a hundred years and has experienced so many cold winters, don't worry."

Mo Mo sighed softly, and the breath formed a white mist in the air. Her empty eyes made it impossible to guess her emotions at the moment.

She was looking at the snow scene, and Zhao Wenting was looking at her.

Pei Ming shook his head and looked at the two people in the snow. He felt that his young master had been possessed since he met this woman named "Mo Mo".

He took a deep breath of cool air, and the refreshing coolness made Mo Mo feel his head clear instantly.

Her eyes were calm, as if the one who had just experienced emotional fluctuations was someone else. Turning around, as if she didn't see Zhao Wenting standing behind her, she walked past him with a calm expression and returned to the car.

Without Mo Mo's presence, Zhao Wenting felt that the snowy scene was nothing special. He stared intently at the colorless scene that looked like an ink painting.

"Master, don't you think there are still many mysteries about this Miss Mo?"

Pei Ming couldn't bear to watch it anymore, so he walked to Zhao Wenting and whispered.

"..."

"Although she is quite capable, but... I always feel something is weird about her," Pei Ming stretched out his hand and scratched the back of his head, then said, "No, I should say that her whole body exudes weirdness. This prison is a place where serious criminals are detained. Wouldn't it be too hasty for us to bring her in so easily?"

"I have thought about what you said before," Zhao Wenting slowly closed his eyes, feeling the cold wind blowing towards him, "Perhaps, she is the calamity in my life..."

He closed his eyes, and when Mo Mo fell from the sky, his face when he reached out to catch her overlapped with the person he often dreamed of. He always had the same dream over and over again, but in the dream he could never see the other person's face clearly, until she appeared...

It seems that everything is destined.

"...?"

Pei Ming tilted his head in confusion and wanted to say something else, but Zhao Wenting had already walked away.

Several people were walking in a long and narrow underground tunnel. The rows of light tubes in the tunnel flickered occasionally, creating a gloomy and terrifying atmosphere.

Mo Mo looked up. The tunnel was very long, as if there was no end in sight, and there was no light at the end. It seemed like it led to endless darkness.

"It's okay, just follow me." Zhao Wenting thought Mo Mo was scared and comforted her softly.

"Then... I will stand beside Miss Mo and walk side by side." Pei Ming was shocked by his master's ridiculous arrangement! The back was the weakest point. If she wanted to do something to the master, it would be difficult to stop her quickly even if he was there.

In addition to the whistling cold wind, the distant sound of whistles can be heard from time to time.

Mo Mo asked, "Is the prison on the sea?"

Although Mo Mo knew that there was a place called the Prison in the Bureau of Superpowers in this world, she had never been there. Thinking that she would be there soon, she felt a little curious.

"Yes." Zhao Wenting turned his head and glanced at her. "But don't worry, although the Shackles Prison is a prison on the sea, it can be said that it was built by the predecessors of the Ability Bureau with decades of hard work. It can be said to be an indestructible island. Although the prisoners inside are extremely vicious, the management system of the Shackles Prison is still very complete."

This Zhao Wenting seemed to be very confident in the management of the Supernatural Bureau, and even when he talked about it, he looked proud and proud. Mo Mo lowered his head and continued walking, thinking to himself: If it were in the real world, what kind of expression and demeanor would the master have when introducing himself?

Passing through a series of rusty, bulky-looking iron doors, and facing the scrutinizing gazes of armored, cold-breathing soldiers, Mo Mo carefully looked at the interior of the prison.

There was only a dim light every two meters in the corridor, and serious criminals were imprisoned on both sides; at the door of each room stood two gatekeepers as tall as stone pillars; the prisoners in each room hid in the dark, and there seemed to be a pair of cold eyes like ice and snow hidden in the gloomy background.

It’s very quiet, so quiet!

This was Mo Mo's first impression. Moreover, he always felt that this kind of silence was hiding murderous intent.

"boom--!"

Suddenly, there was a dull sound of banging on the iron door in the cell in front.

Mo Mo's eyelids, who were originally thinking secretly, suddenly twitched.

Everyone's eyes were looking in one direction.

"You're still not being honest! It seems that the punishment you received today was too light!" The tall gatekeeper at the door cursed loudly. He kicked the iron door open and beat up the 'black man' tied with iron chains. He used a special weapon from the Superpower Bureau. This weapon was not only charged, but also released an inhibitor specifically for animals when used.

The iron chains wrapped around the 'black man's' body kept ringing, accompanied by low growls of pain.

Mo Mo suddenly stopped and just glanced at him indifferently.

This one glance made her stunned on the spot!

This 'black man' was none other than the little Huihui whom she raised with her own hands.

"Little Gray?! Why are you here?"

Mo Mo leaned on the rusty railing and stared at him with wide eyes.

Mo Mo's words caused the gatekeeper to pause in his punishment.

"What? Do you know this person?" Everyone looked at her in surprise, and Zhao Wenting stepped forward and asked.

"He..." Mo Mo didn't know how to explain for a moment. This was a face she was very familiar with. Even though he was now in tattered clothes and there were still bloody scars on his handsome face, but... he was Xiao Huihui, for sure.

If in the Colosseum in the real world, Mo Mo had not asked to keep Xiao Huihui, perhaps... he should have been in the shackles.

Thinking of this, Mo Mo took a deep breath, calmed himself down, then turned around and said, "Just like I told you, he is very similar to a friend of mine in real life."

After listening to Mo Mo's words, Zhao Wenting nodded in understanding and did not ask any further questions.

Mo Mo lowered her head and stopped looking at the embarrassed boy. Her eyelashes trembled.

[Perhaps, he is just another person in a parallel world...]

Thinking of this, she slowly let go of the iron fence with her hands, turned around and left with a calm expression on her face.