Wu Ni Huang Fei

Chapter 149 19th Floor of Black Prison [10]

Jun Changting didn't dare to stay at the door any longer, so he drove away quickly.

After leaving, Jun Changting couldn't bear it any longer and asked, "Is he going too?"

Mo Fenghua's voice came out: "What do you think?"

"Who is he?"

"my friend."

Jun Changting suddenly stopped the car, "No, I only promised to take you alone, but I didn't say that I would take two."

What kind of place is a black prison? How can you just enter it as soon as you say it? He has already smashed his head to help her with one person.

Mo Fenghua sneered: "Now you think you can still say 'no'."

Jun Changting roared: "Mo Fenghua, don't go too far."

Mo Fenghua lifted the curtain of the car and met Shangjun Changting's eyes: "I'm just too much, so what can you do, I gave you the opportunity to die generously yesterday, but it's a pity you didn't cherish it, now, even if you want to die, you can't die."

"You you..." Jun Changting's face turned red with anger.

Qianye Feiran's faint voice drifted over: "Master, if I were you, I would quickly enter the black prison before King Beichen left the city, instead of tangling on the road."

In the end, Jun Changting resigned himself to his fate and drove the carriage.

At this point, already, he couldn't help but stop.

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The black prison has a long history. It was a place that was born together with the Yanwu Kingdom. Hundreds of years have passed, and very few people know about it, and no one knows its real location.

Sitting in the carriage, Qianye Feiran suddenly said: "Some people say that the black prison actually has legs and can run. Do you believe this statement?"

"Believe it or not, in order to prevent the location from being leaked, it's normal to change places every few years."

Qianye Feiran shook her head, and was about to speak, when Jun Zhangting's voice came from outside: "You guys sit still."

As soon as the words fell, the side of the carriage bumped violently.

Sitting in the carriage, Mo Fenghua swayed from side to side, and sometimes jumped up from his seat. In just a short while, his head touched the carriage several times.

Qianye Feiran was not much better, but after hesitating for a while, he still put his arms around Mo Fenghua's shoulders to let her ease the bumps. He smiled and said, "I'm not taking advantage of you..."

Mo Fenghua didn't blame him, but quickly opened the window to see the situation outside.

But at this moment, nothing can be seen outside, everything is thick fog, even Mo Fenghua's eyesight is very good, he can't see anything.

Qianye Feiran said: "Don't look at it, it's useless. This is a high-level illusion created by Emperor Dezong more than 200 years ago by some immortal. You and I can't see through it with our current ability."

"Change illusion? Do you believe that there are immortals in this world?" Mo Fenghua thought of the strange old man he met at the gate of the Great Buddha Temple that day.

"There are immortals, but they don't exist in this land where we live, but if they are destined to be immortals, they may be picked up by experts from outside the sky to cultivate immortals." After finishing speaking, Qianye Feiran felt a little sad, as if thinking of something from the past that made him sad.

Mo Fenghua was very sensible, so she put down the curtains without asking any further questions.

As the turbulence gradually disappeared, Mo Fenghua heard the sound of wading through the water again, and then he felt his body lighten, and his surroundings seemed to have buoyancy.

(End of this chapter)