Wu Ni Huang Fei

Chapter 212 The Mausoleum of the Holy Ancestor [30]

She knew that if she didn't succeed, what she would face would be the most terrifying and painful death in this time...

Mo Fenghua is very clear about what she is doing, she is not committing suicide, she is not doing this for Ming Ke, she is just for herself, to survive...

In fact, Mo Fenghua is a person who likes to take risks and hates calmness. The more dangerous it is, the more fanaticism in her heart will be aroused.

From the point of view of Qi Diao Ming Ke, at this moment, she may be heading towards extinction step by step.

But until the end, who would have guessed that maybe Mo Fenghua was going to die and survive!
Mo Fenghua walked towards the most densely grown blood thorn forest. Before he could get close enough, those thorns and vines that felt the breath of life rushed up, and they were all entangled with Mo Fenghua.

Ming Ke, the lacquer carving, watched Mo Fenghua being entangled by blood thorns, circle by circle, right in front of his eyes, completely entangled her from head to toe in a very short time, and he watched her head being submerged ...

The surrounding thorns and vines also entangled, and soon formed a huge rattan ball.

The lacquer carving Ming Ke's body trembled, his eyes couldn't penetrate the thorns and vines, and he couldn't see Mo Fenghua's current situation.

But—a voice in his heart said, this time Mo Fenghua...will die for sure...for sure...

Being entangled in blood and thorns, there is only one dead end.

Once the thorns and vines entangle the human body, there is no way out unless the body is abandoned.

Lacquer Ming Ke's eyes were complicated, there was a trace of sadness, some sadness, some disappointment, and most of them were puzzled.

He couldn't understand how a selfish and vicious woman like Mo Fenghua would... choose this way of self-destruction?She's not that stupid right...

The lacquer carving Ming Ke smiled awkwardly, even if she chose that method, he would only be safe for a while, and it was still impossible to get through the thorn bushes. After Mo Fenghua's body was completely absorbed by the thorn vines, they would move again Arise, and attack him.

It will be even more difficult to deal with if you absorb enough of the same blood thorn...

Qi Diao Ming Ke's mood is very complicated at the moment, he and Mo Fenghua have only met a few times at best, there is no foundation of friendship, at most they are allies.

At this moment, Qi Diao Mingke couldn't say how sad he was, but felt that without Mo Fenghua, it would be more difficult to rush over when encountering danger. After all, she is a rare and good ally.

Ming Ke, the lacquer carving, looked at the growing rattan ball, and mourned Mo Fenghua in his heart.

He had already made preparations before entering the imperial mausoleum. When the four of them entered this time and went out, surviving all times was already a result of good deeds in their previous life.

After the lacquer carving Mingo sighed, he decided not to sit still and find a way to break through the thorny place and rush over.

Mingo, the lacquer carving, racked his brains to think of a way, but faced with these horrifying blood thorns, he really felt that his brain was not enough.

Ming Ke, the lacquer carving, turned around anxiously, suddenly he seemed to smell something burning, it was very bad.

He was stunned for a while, and then he smelled it wrong.

He stopped and sniffed a few times, and he really smelled a very faint burnt smell.

Mingo the lacquer carving was puzzled, he quickly looked around, but he couldn't see any burning place, he frowned, how could there be a burning smell in this ghostly place?Could it be that his nose really had an illusion?

(End of this chapter)