Wu Ni Huang Fei

Chapter 150 19th Floor of Black Prison [11]

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.

Mo Fenghua was about to open the curtain, but Jun Changting's voice came in: "Don't open the curtain, otherwise, water will pour in."

Mo Fenghua's hand paused, but in the end he still didn't lift the curtain.

Qianye Feiran patted him on the shoulder: "It's okay, don't be afraid, this should still be an illusion. He is just afraid that we will remember the way to the black prison, and dare not do anything to us."

Mo Fenghua asked: "Since it's an illusion, it won't be a problem even if water pours in if I lift the car window."

Qianye Feiran shook his head: "Our cultivation base is low, even if we know it's fake in our hearts, our physical senses will still feel very real, so it's good not to look at it, otherwise we will feel that we can't breathe underwater suffocation."

Neither of them deliberately lowered their voices, so Jun Changting, who was driving the car, could hear them clearly.

His face turned red. He didn't expect that man to know everything. It seems that Mo Fenghua got all the information about the black prison from this man. What is the relationship between the two of them?
Could it be that... Mo Fenghua found a love affair behind Uncle Seven's back?
This idea made Jun Zhangting tremble violently, he was wrong, he shouldn't have this idea, if Uncle Qi knew, he would be spared.

Jun Zhangting drove the carriage without stopping. Mo Fenghua sat in the carriage and counted the time. Nearly three hours had passed, but Jun Changting didn't seem to say that he was coming soon. Could it be that this black prison is far away? ?

Qianye Feiran seemed to know what she was thinking, and leaned close to her and whispered in his ear: "Actually, Jun Zhangting just confuses our concept of the distance of the black prison, and drove the carriage around the capital. Three laps, if I don't guess, this black prison may be in the capital."

Mo Fenghua asked in surprise: "Three laps? How did you feel it?"

Qianye Feiran pointed to his nose: "It smells."

Mo Fenghua was even more curious: "Then why didn't I smell it?"

"That's because you didn't pay much attention to the surrounding areas of the capital before. When you turned the corner, did you ever smell the aroma of maltose?"

Mo Fenghua shook his head: "I didn't pay attention to this."

Qianye Feiran opened the door, and got quite proudly: "I have been walking around for many years, and every corner of the capital is like the lines on my palm to me, and I know it like the palm of my hand."

Mo Fenghua joked: "Okay, please tell me, Mr. Ya."

Qianye Feiran put away her fan, and told her in a low voice: "There is a small street in Southwest City, the outermost part of the capital, and there is an old sugar seller at the corner. The smell of maltose he makes as a sugar man is a little bit different from that of other people's Weiwei. Since Jun Changting drove the carriage on the road until now, I have smelled the smell of maltose three times. Tell me, did he go around the capital three times? .”

Mo Fenghua cupped his hands: "Okay, it really is the previous landlord, I admire, admire."

Qianye Feiran raised the corners of her lips: "Don't dare to be, don't dare to be..."

"Then, if you start from where you started, can you accurately find the path that Jun Changting walked by feeling?"

Qianye Feiran scratched her chin with her fan, thought for a while, and nodded: "Almost...okay."

【Today is gone, see you tomorrow (╯3╰)】

(End of this chapter)