"That's impossible, madam."
A man is like a ghost, wandering around.
He is everywhere, but you can't see him anywhere.
This underground palace has been decorated for who knows how long, and even he himself has forgotten what it will look like.
These little guys who broke in are so alive.
The little girl protected by Ananda Jian Fan didn't know how hard it would be to touch her.
He closed his eyes for a long time, but there was no sound or movement at all.
She called out a few times in confusion.
It was clear that Rong Di was beside her, but it was like nothingness.
"Damn it, why are you hurting me like this?"
She suddenly couldn't see the trouble and panic was inevitable, but she quickly calmed down.
Jian Fan used her knees to wonder who could be responsible.
Jian Fan curled her lips and looked at the densely packed runes.
She touched them gently with her fingertips, carefully feeling the connection between it and the wall.
Just when she closed her eyes again, the veins of the entire wall appeared in her mind.
The lines followed one after another, spreading into the distance.
This is a wonderful feeling, as if the monk is integrated with everything in the world, and the whole world is her eyes and ears.
Her information channels are so wide that in a moment, she has a spiritual light reaching the sky, and walks out of this trap with her eyes closed. bureau.
Ananda said that everything has animism.
She just practiced it and it worked well, but she was very tired.
The most common result of intense concentration is burnout, a form of overdraft.
Once again, Jian Fan finally thought of a plug-in like Fu Ren.
She sat on the ground exhausted, and suddenly remembered that her talisman, just like her physical strength, was about to be exhausted.
Gritting her teeth, she rested for a while and then stood up and walked to the boxes.
The gold and silver treasures inside could not be taken.
She raised her copper coin sword and went to smash the boxes.
The path under the box still required her remaining strength.
Is it really as simple as she thought?
It's hard to be skeptical.
He focused all his attention on Jian Fan's heart.
If he ruined it again, don't be kidding, neither she nor he could afford it.
It was strange that it was so simple.
When Jian Fan opened the box, she discovered that the exit in her memory had disappeared without a trace.
This place had become a completely closed secret room.
Her heart protested as she searched for the exit like before.
It's impossible to do it again.
"Phew, I'm exhausted."
Jian Fan sat down on the lids of other boxes that had not been opened, breathing heavily.
The gold and silver all over the floor looked like a joke.
She had one hand free to support her waist, and the other hand was holding the copper coin sword.
There was no other way, so let her slow down first.
With this touch, Jian Fan discovered that there was something extra on his waist.
"Little brother, why are you here?"
Xiao Weihan, who had just climbed out of the snow quilt, was blocked by a red figure before he could take another look at the surrounding scenery.
His beautiful peach blossom eyes were full of clarity, and that clarity almost put him in a state he couldn't extricate himself from.
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He pretended to pat the white snow on his hair, and he was very strong when he did it.
He must not make such a stupid mistake.
"Little brother, what's wrong with you?"
The Xiao Weihan in front of him was a miniature version.
His mini face had already taken the shape of a handsome boy, more than cute but not handsome enough.
Because of his strange behavior, the woman standing in front of him looked at him strangely.
Before Xiao Weihan could say anything, the woman hugged the person behind her and rolled into the snow.
His freshly cleaned body was once again covered with snow.
If given the chance to speak, he would definitely express his strong dissatisfaction, but only if.
The two women threw themselves into the snow and became silent.
Two black figures on the treetops not far away stood in front of Xiao Weihan in the blink of an eye.
"Hey, kid, did you see a man passing by here?"
The black shadow was so thin that it made people suspect that there was only a handful of bones and dry flesh left behind in his black body.
His voice was sharp and harsh, three times more shocking than a woman's scream.
Xiao Weihan's face was bulging.
He was unhappy now and didn't want to talk.
The woman's red cloak was lying in the snow at his feet.
He had to fight even if he took two steps.
He was so tired.
"Brother, this is a fool, it's better to kill him."
Another black figure said arrogantly, his fingertips almost touching Xiao Weihan's nose.
Before he finished speaking, Xiao Weihan, who had become cold-faced, stretched out his hand unceremoniously.
He didn't know why he had gloves on him, so he put them on and held the fingers of the black shadow brother.
"I hate it the most when people point their fingers at me, and I hate it when people say kill in front of me.
Congratulations, you got the perfect score."
Before the black shadow boy could react, Xiao Weihan retracted his hand and still stood there.
But the emptiness and depression in his eyes turned into endless bloodlust and excitement.
His little hand seemed to be brushing against that person's hand.
"Brother," the black shadow boy finally shouted.
He looked at Xiao Weihan with fear in his eyes.
He thought that a silly and dull child, so delicate and beautiful, was not the soul of his dead soul.
But his fingers were so painful.
He raised his hand, and oh, it had been crushed into pieces, and the constant drops of blood smashed into the snow, adding a bit of luster.
"I'm going to kill you."
The black shadow boy roared.
He was dizzy with pain and raised the big knife in his hand, and slashed at Xiao Weihan's white and tender neck.
The force was so strong that even the snowflakes on the two of them floated. got up.
The black shadow brother acted like an old god and did not stop his younger brother.
Maybe he also felt that Xiao Weihan was not threatening, and it was just a coincidence.
Xiao Ruixin, who was covered in blood, finally crawled out of that scene of hell on earth.
Those relatives who fell to the ground were her eternal nightmare.
Half of the blood on this body was soaked on the ground.
She took a breath of the air outside the door and expelled the thick blood and stagnation in her chest.
The next moment, she looked up and was completely stunned.
Tears slowly overflowed from her eyes, as if she couldn't stop them.
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It felt luxurious for her to even blink.
It's more than just a nightmare.
In this world, it's just one nightmare trapped within another nightmare, a dead knot.
How to untie it and cut through the mess with one knife?
No, she doesn't dare.
With this knife, it's still unknown who will be injured.
The man with the frozen breath holding the murderous weapon, the man named Dao Qing, Xiao Ruixin thought that he had not let him down, but why did he lead the people of Xiaomaoshan to bloodbath her Xiao family under the banner of righteousness?
Her poor little daughter didn't know where she was yet.
"Dao Qing, where is Fan Fan?"
She counted every corpse, whether it was in her memory or in the house now.
She just wanted to find her daughter.
For this thought, she did not hesitate to poke her wounds again and again.
"You don't have to worry about this.
Fanfan is safe.
Xiao Tang, what exactly are you and the Xiao family protecting?"
Dao Qing's expression was light and gentle.
Facing his knotted wife who was covered in blood, his reaction was not to treat her. , but ask questions first.
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