Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 325 The Pit Depth 073 Meters Is for Peigong (5)
Song Yan was obviously speechless, without a single sound.

But after the four people pulled like this, the natural weight of the human body took advantage.Thanks to her fat weight, Nanny Wu finally dragged Mo Jiu and Ling'er into the depths of the mud. The beam was stuck in the mud and couldn't float up, so it was almost useless.

Mo Jiu panicked and was thinking whether to let go. Suddenly, Song Yan randomly stuffed something in her hand, and then pushed her hard, and she sank deeper and deeper under the influence of force.

"Hey!" Mo Jiu's palms tightened, and only the hem of the sable cloak was pulled over.

She couldn't help being furious, "I hate being in debt to others the most, Song Yan, you... from your ancestors!"

No one responded to her words. When her voice fell, the dark clouds in the sky slowly dissipated, and the sun shone in the thorn garden... But around her and Linger, there was only a mess, and the thorns and branches around her were scattered all over the place. Inserted in the mud, with ferocious spikes, telling the past, it is not an illusion.

But in the mud, both Song Yan and Wu Momo disappeared.

Mo Jiu yelled a few times, but there was no response.

There are only girls screaming happily after seeing the sun again.

How deep is this floating mud everywhere?

"Song Yan!" Mo Jiu tugged on the beam, but couldn't get it up, and threw it away angrily.

At this time, Mo Linger suddenly exclaimed excitedly, wiped the mud off her face, pulled Mo Jiu's muddy clothes tightly, pointed to the location of the Bishui Pavilion, and stared brightly with her eyes, "Sister, Take a look!"

The entire Bishui Pavilion has disappeared, and it seems to have fallen.

But there is a table that is higher than the surface of the floating mud horizontally in the middle—it is the table where the sable cloak is placed.

Ling'er was exhausted, and her voice was trembling: "Sister, the nine-nine-nine grid is too complicated, and others will not be able to get in for a while, and the floating mud doesn't know how deep it is. Linger, Linger has no strength... we Climb on top of that."

"Okay." Mo Jiu's foot was smashed by the crossbeam, and he was in sore pain in the floating mud, but he couldn't exert himself, thanks to Mo Ling'er.But Ling'er is good at martial arts, and she is only a little girl. It is not easy to support herself, and it is even more difficult to add her.Mo Jiu didn't have time to think about it, so he dragged Mo Linger towards the desk.

However, just as the two of them approached the desk, she seemed to hear the slight sound of water.

When it was quiet, the sound of dripping water seemed to be there, but it entered my ears strangely.

Mo Jiu froze, feeling the cold wind hurt her cheeks.

"Sister, hurry up!" Mo Ling'er seemed to be unable to hold on, looking at the desk table that was close enough to stand on, she shivered, "The floating mud is getting softer and softer, Ling'er is afraid that she won't be able to hold back my sister later It doesn't matter if Ling'er falls, but my sister belongs to the Mo family, so nothing can happen."

Mo Jiu didn't move, she felt a little uneasy.

Inexplicably, amidst the uneasiness surging through her veins, she suddenly thought of Xiao Liulang.

If she died here, would his Cloud and Rain Gu rebel?

Suddenly, she asked: "Ling'er, a person who doesn't like to eat fruit, suddenly picks a grape and eats it with gusto, what does that mean?"

Ling'er looked at her stupidly, "Sister, we should go to the table first, and then talk about this."

The corner of Mo Jiu's mouth curled into a smile, staring at Ling'er's muddy face, "The table is hollow."

With a low "ah", Mo Linger took a look at the table case which was normal, "How did sister find out?"

Mo Jiu narrowed his eyes slightly, "It comes from the innate intuition of those who eat too much and are lazy."

(End of this chapter)