1807 Underworld King

Sima You Yue picked up the Pocket Cosmos Box and looked at it for a while, but still didn't see anything and finally had to give up.

"After thinking about it, there is only the image of me standing in the Hell Flowers. Forget it, I'll know when I know it." She couldn't think of anything else, so she didn't bother to think about it any further and put the box away.

"You're really easily relieved." Yuan Yan stopped when he saw her .

"The other party just sent this thing, indicating that there is no malicious intent for the time being. Just like someone the last time." Sima You Yue said with a tinge of ridicule.

"Someone?" Yuan Yan looked at her suspiciously.

"A friend of mine gave me a box back, which shocked my steward." Sima You Yue said.

"Maybe it's the same for this." Mo Zhi smiled, and the two looked at each other, only each other could understand the expressions in those eyes.