Bo Ye's little ancestor has made a sensation in the world again

Chapter 485 Pearl Sea, Fuguigou, are not as good as the ancestor's small treasure chest

Seeing him so calm, Xi Zuer couldn't help but sigh in her heart, the boy is really the most outstanding little clay figurine.

Sure enough, the extreme of wisdom will be injured, and the strong will die.

It would be better for her to play with him more in her lifetime.

"Does Xiaochenger want to see something more exciting?"

With a smile, she finished sharing the last bottle of drunken wine with him.

Bao Gucheng's Adam's apple rolled.

The little woman's words were astonishing, even though he was gradually able to deal with it calmly: "Okay."

But I still can't help thinking about it.

What kind of stimulation would she bring him?

next moment.

The white shark under the seat leaped up into the air and was about to stand shoulder to shoulder with Xingyue, then swooped down and plunged into the bottom of the water.

"Cough cough..."

Bao Gucheng coughed instinctively.

Xi Zuer raised her brows slightly: "Ah, that's too bad, I almost forgot that Xiaochenger can't dive so deep..."

After saying that, she flicked her jade finger lightly and made a trick.

The huge pressure at the bottom of the water almost squeezed out all the air in Baogucheng's lungs. At this moment, he finally calmed down, and he was able to observe his surroundings calmly.

It was pitch black.

The [-] meters under the sea is deadly black, and nothing can be seen.

The white shark continued to dive.

Go to a depth of more than a thousand meters.

Finally, among the clusters of coral, there was a shimmer of light, which flickered on and off. I wonder if it was electric eels in groups.

Continue to dive.

Numerous mother-of-pearl, as small as a fist and as large as a basin, are scattered in the trench, spreading out to the endless deep sea, illuminating the surroundings like daytime.

Bao Gucheng held his breath slightly.

Even though he was born in a wealthy family and has been used to seeing treasures in this world in his lifetime, he has never seen such a sea of ​​pearls scattered everywhere like mud and dust.

Even though his ships are the most advanced in the world, they have never reached such a secret place.

What is the origin of his little girl, did the nine-day fairy descend from the mortal world?

Bao Gucheng didn't wait to think about it, the great white shark turned sideways, and slowly dumped the two of them down.

He instinctively grabbed the little woman's waist tightly, for fear that she would be separated from him in the vast deep sea.

In the next second, the down-to-earth feeling made him slightly startled again: "Is it the end?"

Twenty thousand leagues under the sea, is that so?
Under the bright light, a huge tree rose from the ground like a dragon, laying out a grand palace.

"Yeah, it's here." Xi Zuer took his hand and walked into the Dragon Palace waiting for nothing.

Bao Gucheng looked at the fiery trees and silver flowers all the way, and finally couldn't help but ask again: "Where is this...?"

Who built such a stunning palace under the deep sea?
Xi Zuer turned around and smiled at him: "It's similar to Fuxi's Palace. But it's the resting place of our ancestors."

Bao Gucheng tried his best to maintain an almost unbearable calm: "So we are here to rob the tomb?"

A thought crossed my mind for a moment, "Why do they not get choked by the water when they speak at the bottom of the sea, why do they walk like walking on flat ground, and they don't even feel the pressure of the water flow?"

Xi Zuer laughed: "Yeah. Xiao Chenger wants to help me dig."

She took a few steps and stepped on the seaweed-covered ground.

Pointing to one place: "Here, let's dig!"

He casually took a coral shovel and handed it to Bao Gucheng.

Bao Gucheng rolled up his sleeves, and really dug it up.

When the man is working, he is focused and conscientious, the veins in his arms are bursting, full of male natural strength.

Xi Zuer sat on a piece of white coral with her chin in her hands and watched it without blinking.

Once again, I couldn't help feeling: the boys and children made by my ancestors are really perfect, good-looking, and I will never tire of watching them.

Standing on the coral branch, the little crow couldn't help muttering silently: So ancestors, you can dig out things with a single formula, and let boys and children work for half an hour to dig them out?
Ancestor, you really don't change your face with public interests and private interests.

The man was so hot that he unbuttoned three shirt buttons, and finally, with a "ding—" sound, the coral shovel hit a jade treasure chest.

(End of this chapter)