Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 641 The Love of Weightlessness in a Pit 122 Meters Deep (1)
There was no one like Yujia on the road this time, and they walked much faster.

Because the Yin Tomb is "concave" downward, like hovering in a cave, several people did not speak, but their footsteps echoed.And the further you go down, the louder the response, the darker the light seems to be, and there is a creepy coolness in the dull air.

On the way, Song Xi didn't speak, but walked in front of Mo Jiu, and acted as a "guide" for her so that she wouldn't slip and fall to the bottom of the valley.On the contrary, Song Ao talked a lot of nonsense, he and Song Yan brothers and sisters could not stop talking, and their noisy temperament was like a mother's child.

"I'm so scared, little widow." Song Yan grabbed Mo Jiu's sleeve, "What the hell is this!"

"I know you're still here because I'm afraid?" Mo Jiu didn't look back, just smiled.

Song Yan is the princess, if she hadn't volunteered, no one would have dared to ask her to do hard work.

"I don't know good and evil! Am I worried about your safety?" Song Yan scolded her bluntly, then hummed innocently: "At any rate, this princess is also a person with martial arts, unlike you, who has no hands With so much strength, it would be exhausting to climb a pillar just barely..."

I have to say that Song Yan is indeed a tough female man, she shouts fear, but she is actually in good spirits.Not only did he take the initiative to ask Ying to accompany Mo Jiu to the Yin Tomb, but when he went down to the Yin Tomb, he completely gave up his honor as the princess and brought some utensils and food to the tomb.With a heavy load on her body and panting like a cow, she still has the leisure to chat with Mo Jiu.

A Gen tomb not only tests people's hearts, but also character.

Compared with when they first met, Mo Jiu's view of Song Yan has changed drastically.

So joking with her is more casual.

"Yes, yes, the princess does not give way to a woman! Fortunately, there is a princess to protect, otherwise, I don't even know how I died..."

"Hush!" Peng Xin interrupted abruptly, "Don't mention death. It's bad luck!"

Her words added to the sense of horror.

Everyone fell silent, even holding their breath.

In the silence, the light of the wind lantern was as weak as a will-o'-the-wisp.

Carefully persevere, and when we reach the bottom of the valley, we find that there is also a platform below, which is similar to Yangzhong.In order to prevent "yin and yang killing", there are not many people in the Yangzhong this time, and there are relatively few fires. You can't see all the scenery on the platform, but there is a cool breath rushing towards you, making your bones chill.

"Wow! This is the Yin Tomb?" Song Yan's curiosity and spirit of exploration are simply admirable, "The ancient tomb is also... Mo Jiu, where is the sword inserted? Do you want to block the pillar first? I will count it Count, are there eight pillars, and are they in the eight gossip positions?"

Seeing her exploding experience, Mo Jiu stopped Song Yan dumbfounded,

"Don't wander around!"

"...What is there if I don't see it? Are you scared?" Song Yan glanced at her strangely.

"The ignorant have no fear."

"Hey, what do you mean, little widow?"

"It means you stand still!" Mo Jiu knew Song Yan well, and regardless of whether she was the princess or not, he grabbed her, looked around, and slowly closed his eyes. He didn't know if it was the cold wind or " The toxicity of "Yin Yang Killing" was aroused, and she shivered involuntarily.

Slowing down, she calmed down and turned her head to look at Song Xi, "Do you feel anything wrong?"

Song Xi lifted the "gas mask" and sniffed it carefully, "It smells strange..."

"Yes, I smelled it too. Could it be that this is Yin Yang Killing?" Song Ao took over the conversation, inexplicably excited, looking eager to try, wishing to take off the "gas mask" and enjoy the ecstasy of "Yin Yang Killing" Son.Mo Jiu rubbed her sore forehead with contempt for this kind of flirtatious seed that could be discarded just for the sake of spring night.

(End of this chapter)