Soft and cute female mage

Chapter 293 Respite
He turned around with difficulty, Fang Ling's eyes were very good, and he saw at a glance that He Lianfeng's pupils were all brown, and the honeycomb structure hidden inside was the same as the eyes of a mantis.

Fang Ling hurried forward, grabbed the struggling He Lianfeng and asked eagerly:
"what happened to you?"

He Lianfeng tilted his head and looked blankly at Fang Ling in front of him, changing into countless images in his sight, and each image looked extremely delicious.

His throat rolled, and he instinctively imagined the feeling of biting Fang Ling's throat and inhaling blood suddenly.

He suddenly pulled Fang Ling away, opened his mouth and bit Fang Ling's neck.

Fusheng saw this and shouted, "He Lianfeng! What the hell are you doing?"

He Lianfeng broke out in a cold sweat from the sudden shout, pushed Fang Ling away, snatched the dagger from his hand, and plunged it into his Zhenwei acupuncture point.

Trying to wake up the mind.

However, his body was too weak. In the process of the two forces competing with each other, the huge consumption that occurred in an instant made him suddenly feel a sweet taste in his heart.

He only thought that his blood essence had already been sucked clean by the golden beetle Gu worm, he didn't think that there was still a surplus.

He couldn't help but feel a hint of self-mockery on his lips, and then his whole body collapsed.

In the end, I still couldn't bear it.

As He Lianfeng fell to the ground suddenly, Fang Ling heard rustling noises in the darkness in the distance again, and the heart that everyone had just put back in their stomachs suddenly hung up again.

The so-called one-bombing, then fading and exhausting, after just a moment of relaxation, it seemed that it was difficult for everyone to lift up their energy. Everyone gasped tiredly and looked weakly at the approaching insect swarm in the darkness.

Just when everyone thought that there was no more hope, they suddenly heard the sound of insects crying urgently and urgently in the distance, and the sound was heartbreaking.

The rustling sound suddenly became urgent. Fang Ling heard the sound getting away little by little, until it finally disappeared completely.

The corridor that had been in chaos just now seemed to be extremely quiet as if nothing had happened.

Only the remaining limbs and bones on the ground and the dazzling blood on everyone's bodies reminded everyone how tragic the scene just now was.

Everyone didn't know what happened, but no matter what it was, there was always a moment of respite.

Fang Ling pulled a piece of cloth to bandage the cut on Xian Pei's shoulder.

It had just been drilled under the skin by a large number of worms, and the entire arm was moth-eaten, and when it was about to crawl along the arm and into the shoulder, he was chopped off by himself with a sword.

Fortunately, when Zhou Fang came down, he had a good medicine for golden sores.

At this time, Zhou Fang just sat tiredly against the wall with his eyes closed. He never said anything stupid about injuries that would drag everyone down, because everyone was scarred now.

Fang Ling had bad legs and feet, so he couldn't be of much help when they were desperate. At this time, he became a makeshift barefoot doctor, picking out the bugs under their skin one by one with a dagger.

He Lianfeng had helped her choose this way before, but now he is very familiar with it.

At the beginning, He Lianfeng was only drowsy, sometimes sober and sometimes unconscious, but the sudden "return to light" just now scared away the insect horde, but it also shocked everyone.

At this moment, he completely fell into a coma and showed no signs of waking up.

Fang Ling stretched out his hand to sniff, but there were some, but very faintly.

Xu was really exhausted. Seven or eight people lay staggering on the ground, and no one said a word.

In the quiet corridor, the only sound that sounded like an insect could be heard in the distance. Perhaps it was because they had really encountered a problem, and the insect's chirping was heartbreaking.

Fang Ling was a little worried. The only place she could think of underground that could make these bugs feel like a formidable enemy was Changting.

Changting is back?
As time passed, this worry became more intense, and suddenly she smelled an unusually unpleasant smell coming from the entrance of the corridor. It was a streaked moth.

Fang Ling suddenly became more certain. Changting knew that the stench of the exploding moth could attract insects.

With such a strong smell, I don't know how many streamer moths he stomped to make such a battle?
Everyone who was taking a rest was awakened by the increasingly strong stench.

"Who farted? Why does it smell worse than mine?" Fusheng muttered.

"It's Mr. Changting!" Fang Ling said excitedly.

"Mr. Chang Ting also farts?"

Fu Sheng had just regained his composure and was mumbling to himself for some unknown reason.

Everyone didn't know whether this guy had completely lost his ability to think due to excessive consumption or whether he had just been poisoned by the insect. From what he said, it seemed that a man with such powerful magic as Lord Changting should be sucking the wind and drinking the dew. All farts should smell good.

Only Fang Ling understood that her brother had such an unreliable temper.She had a bad voice. Although she could barely speak complete sentences at this moment, she was too lazy to talk nonsense with Fusheng and only said:

"We need to join Mr. Changting as soon as possible."

Except for Xian Yu who had doubts when mentioning Changting, the others did not hesitate too much.

Fang Ling couldn't help feeling a little emotional. It turns out that no matter what position you stand on, as long as it conforms to the current interests, people who were fighting each other just now can reach an agreement on a united front in a blink of an eye.

So what exactly is the obsession that grandpa mentioned?
Fang Ling originally thought that the most important thing in life was life and death, but the more she experienced, the more confused she became. Although she still can't understand it now, obsession is something that transcends life and death.

The bugs in the tunnel seemed to be attracted by the stench and the urging screams, and everyone did not encounter too many obstacles along the way.

The smell was overbearing and prominent, and the tunnel was not ventilated, so that everyone didn't need to have Fang Ling's good sense of smell to follow it all the way.

As the sound got closer, the stench became stronger and stronger, and everyone's heartbeats gradually tightened.

When they finally poked their heads out from the end of the corridor, everyone felt the scorching wind slashing across their faces like a red-hot knife.

The pungent stench was blown straight into the lungs unexpectedly, as if a dead rat had been directly stuffed into the lungs, which was nauseating.

The fire in the cave has long ceased to be as violent as before, replaced by a hurricane of heat waves, wrapped in sporadic flames and waves of burnt residue, slapping crazily on the cave wall.

In addition to the residue and finely divided flames, which were slapped together on the cave wall and rotted into a puddle of flesh, there are also countless streamer moths and various Gu worms. The whole cave seems to have become a fluorescent world. The wall is scattered and full of fluorescence.

To be honest, if the smell hadn't been too overpowering, the scenery in front of me would have been magnificent.

The center of the storm was the platform where the dragon crystal sarcophagus was previously placed.

On the platform, a long and jade-like figure can be vaguely seen, making secrets in one hand and holding a magic weapon in the other. The blazing red lotus karma fire around him is particularly eye-catching in the dark cave.

This person is none other than Mr. Changting.

(End of this chapter)