I have a cub with a tyrant

Chapter 89 Southern Tour (Trapped in a sinkhole)
The vegetation on the Kirishima Island is too lush, the interior is dark and humid, and the sun cannot be seen. Occasionally, there are two hoarse bird calls, which are extremely frightening, more eerie than the deep mountains and old forests.

Mu Shiyu's consciousness was a little fuzzy, but fortunately, his body's ability to resist the poison was good, so he didn't faint completely. From the corner of his eye, he looked at the figure who was scurrying around her wrapped in spider webs, and he could vaguely tell that it was a woman.

Judging from the current strength of the wrist and ankle, this man did not kill her immediately.

There were only bloodstains but no corpses on the upstairs boat, so many people were taken to nowhere by her, there must be helpers, Mu Shiyu, who had no ability to resist, chose to pretend to be dizzy.

Being thrown suddenly, the feeling of weightlessness hit, and Mo Shiyu's heart seemed to be about to jump out of his heart.

But the spider silk was still entangled on her body, she closed her eyes tightly, did not show any abnormality, let her body fall, recalling the scene of He Lianchuan charging towards her with a sword, the corners of her eyes were slightly moist.

When the distance was two meters from the ground, the body stopped falling, and the remaining zhenqi secretly circulated to protect the meridians, enduring the pain of the limbs being pulled by the spider silk.

"This is not bad. There are many more outside, and another one has followed, so go and catch them all."

A shrill, piercing sound sounded, and the echo continued to spread. Mo Shiyu was thrown lightly, the spider web was retracted, and his body fell to the ground.It seemed that something had hit her, causing her back to hurt.

After a long time, when everything became quiet, Mu Shiyu slowly opened his eyes.

I can't see my fingers, I can't see anything, there is no light, it seems that the sky is covered with a black cloth, and the air is filled with a very rare and strange flower fragrance.

As usual, I touched it, and felt the skinny body, as well as the temperature, no wonder it made her back hurt.

Could it be the King of Beijing?
Mu Shiyu was overjoyed, and then thought of the situation where the mud bodhisattva crossed the river and could not protect himself, he quickly calmed down.

After confirming that it was his waist, and avoiding touching places that shouldn't be touched, Mu Shiyu touched his hand beside him.

He was surprisingly thin, with slender fingers and a slightly cooler temperature.

Mu Shiyu shook his head and checked his pulse. Fortunately, the poison of the spider silk would only make people unconscious, and it was not life-threatening.

Just as Mu Shiyu was about to take out the panacea pill for him to take, his injured wrist was grabbed by those extremely cold hands. The pain caused her to gnash her teeth and pinch his skinny waist.

The person who arrested her has already left, but the strength of her wrist has not disappeared, Mu Shiyu endured the pain and whispered:

"Prince Beijing, the next official is Mu Shiyu, the current supervisor."

The strength on the wrist was released, and Mu Shiyu quickly withdrew his hand, took out the medicine powder in his arms and sprinkled it on.

The pain gradually eased. She felt around and found a stone wall. She moved her body with difficulty and leaned against it feebly.

"Why are you here?" King Beijing's voice was very low, but his tone was extremely calm. Mu Shiyu couldn't feel the fear of being caught, and seriously suspected that he was being captured on purpose, and said weakly:
"We set off early and saw your boat on the shore of Wudao, Prince of Jingjing, and I guess you can guess it."

The air was silent for a moment, surprisingly quiet, and the sound of water flowing from a long distance could be faintly heard.
"I missed you and you set off early." The voice of King Bei Jing seemed to come from the boundless wilderness, extremely ethereal, "Don't talk, take a good rest and recover your strength, and I will let you go."

Mu Shiyu suspected that he was having auditory hallucinations, and tried his best to distinguish the meaning of his words, and it became clear that it was the King of Beijing who deliberately let those people be arrested, and the Southern Tour team set off early and bumped into them.

"..."

Her life was almost lost, she couldn't complain, the other party was King Jing, who was resourceful and close to demons, and the most dangerous one was herself.

Sit cross-legged, close your eyes, and work hard to practice the Taixuan mental method.

Mu Shiyu was worried about being discovered by those people, and when the extremely rich black gradually turned to off-white, he quickly looked around and found that she was under a circular sinkhole.

The tiankeng is very high and the surroundings are smooth.

With her current state, she couldn't use light work to fly up, so she lay down again.

In order to restore the scene of being thrown down, I moved a bit in the direction of King Jingjing, but kept a distance and didn't touch him.

Mu Shiyu was worried that He Lianchuan would be poisoned by the spider silk and fell into a coma, so he wanted to leave here eagerly.

"stand up."

When the indifferent voice of King Bei Jing came, Mu Shiyu opened his eyes, stood up after hesitating for a moment, and only heard him continue:
"Go two meters to the left, look up, there is a hole leading to the outside."

There were some black-robed guards scattered around the tiankeng. Seeing King Jing's calm appearance, Mu Shiyu walked towards the place he said, and he saw a narrow opening slanting upwards.

Mu Shiyu looked at the unconscious King of Beijing leaning against the stone wall, who was completely unconscious and shattered. His eyes were reassuring, but she still took the time to ask a question.

"What do you do?"

Her intuition told her that King Bei Jing would not tell her the reason why he was arrested here voluntarily, but He Lianchuan cared about his uncle very much, so she couldn't just run away without asking.

"The king stays for his own important business."

There was no emotion in King Beijing Jing's dark eyes, but there was a hint of sadness in his tone that was hard to detect.

"..."

Mu Shiyu probably guessed the reason, only this pair of unconscious legs could allow him to be caught by that person regardless of his own danger, and his mood was very complicated.

Immediately, she stepped forward, endured the pain in her limbs, returned to King Beijing, tore off her clothes, and wrapped them around his waist.

"Sorry, I'm sorry." No way, who made him the person He Lianchuan cared about.

"presumptuous!"

King Bei Jing's eyes were as cold as the Xueluo Wuhen she had used. The pale hand rested on her slender neck, and the furious thunder and strong sense of oppression struck, but it didn't stop Mu Shiyu Pick him up and walk towards the exit.

Mu Shiyu stopped in his tracks, the picture in his eyes kept changing, and finally the picture froze.

In the picture, King Beijing was only covered with a thin layer of cloth, lying naked on a stone bed, with his limbs tied up, and the eyes of the woman who could control spider silk were filled with extremely disgusting and ferocious dark lights.

Mu Shiyu dismissed those pictures, only relying on He Lianjing's trust in him, he shouldn't stand by and watch, feel the coolness on his neck, retract the strength in his hands, and said seriously:
"I know this may be your only hope, but unfortunately, those who can use spider silk can't save your legs."

If he really experienced those disgusting things, even if he survived in the end, with the power he controls, he will definitely go to extremes and destroy this desperate world.

Two guards woke up and stopped in front of Mu Shiyu.

King Bei Jing felt the delicate and smooth neck in the palm of his hand, and it only needed him to break it lightly. It was so fragile, yet so tenacious. He stared fearlessly into his eyes, trying to make him believe her.

Feeling that his wrist was about to break off, Mu Shiyu frowned slightly. Seeing that he hadn't responded for a long time, he said to the two guards:
"Come and help."

Time is running out, and she has no time to waste.

"Think about it, and pay the price for your actions."

After finishing speaking, King Bei Jing let go of his hands and placed them on her thin shoulders to reduce his weight.

For this slim chance, he searched for a long time, but Mu Shiyu's firm eyes actually made him feel a little shaken.

It seems that if he doesn't believe it, something more serious will happen.

The two guards froze and didn't dare to approach, Mu Shiyu frowned tightly, and after confirming that King Beijing was holding her tightly, he circulated his true energy and jumped lightly, freeing one hand to climb up the edge of the cave.

"...I just want to save you."

Is there a price to pay for saving lives?

If this person wasn't the King of Beijing, or He Lianchuan's uncle, she would have run away long ago.

(End of this chapter)