Supreme Space Puppet Master

Chapter 232 Strange Beauty
The storage bag was robbed?
Jiang Xiaoli looked at Huarong suspiciously, seeing that Huarong was in a mess, as if she had been robbed.

Jiang Xiaoli raised his eyebrows, "Where's your hidden guard?"

Huarong said: "Didn't you let that weird person take you away? My sister is afraid that something will happen to you, so she asked them to come after you."

Huarong was indeed chased by Yinwei, but it's not clear why.

After thinking about it, Jiang Xiaoli still took out a set of clothes that he had never worn for Huarong from the space. Even if Huarong didn't tell the truth, Jiang Xiaoli could still give Huarong a set of clothes.

"Thank you." Hua Rong took the clothes from Jiang Xiaoli's hand and thanked her in a low voice.

Jiang Xiaoli frowned and looked at Huarong: "Do you have any weapons?"

Huarong was taken aback for a moment, then realized and said awkwardly: "It's broken."

Jiang Xiaoli frowned even higher, "Where's Bigu Pill?"

Huarong lowered her head, "It's gone too."

"Here." Jiang Xiaoli handed the Qingshuang Sword and a bottle of Bigu Pill to Huarong, "If you don't mind."

Huarong leaned against the stone wall, watching Jiang Xiaoli's back in a complicated way as he walked away, and slowly tightened his hand holding the bottle of elixir in his hand.

According to the instructions of the masked man, Jiang Xiaoli groped in the cave for about half an hour, and finally, at the end of the cave, he saw a beam of light.

But Jiang Xiaoli couldn't be happy, instead his heart was heavy, because Jiang Xiaoli thought of the masked man who pushed him down the cave, but left him in the Coral Sea.

I don't know if the masked man is dead or alive now.

Jiang Xiaoli clenched his palm unconsciously, the masked man was probably in danger.

On the other side, Huayue and Hua Mao waited anxiously on the spot, Hua Mao frowned tightly, "No, I have to find them."

"No." Huayue pulled Hua Mao back, "Maoer, have you forgotten what big sister said?"

"Of course I haven't forgotten." Hua Mao's small face was full of anxiety, "But, it's been so long, and there is still no news. We can't wait like this any longer."

Huayue glanced at the direction where Huarong and Jiang Xiaoli disappeared before, thought for a while and said, "You're right, it's been too long."

And what worried them even more was that just now they actually heard a neighing sound, if they heard correctly, that sound was the roar of a dragon.

Long, Huayue's heart sank more and more.

Aren't dragons only found in legends? Why do you hear dragons chant in this dragon tomb? Could it be that there are still dragons in this tomb?
Thinking of this, Huayue's heart has completely sank to the bottom of the valley.

Even if Huayue has never seen Shenlong, it is not difficult to guess what a noble and proud creature dragon is. How could they allow outsiders to enter their cave and make trouble in the name of training?
"Not good." Huayue pulled Huamao, and chased in the direction where Jiang Xiaoli and Huarong disappeared, no longer caring about Huarong's previous explanation to them.

If it is said that the Shenlong in the Shenlong Tomb has not fallen, but is just retreating, then things will be bad.

Because both Huayue and Huamao clearly remembered that the strange cry that was suspected to be a dragon's chant just now came from the direction where Jiang Xiaoli and Huarong disappeared.

It wasn't until Jiang Xiaoli's back could no longer be seen that Huarong slowly raised her hand and looked at the things in her hand with complicated eyes.

A set of clothes, a Qingshuang Sword, and a bottle of Bigu Pill.

Huarong pursed her lips, and there was a bit of struggle deep in her eyes, but soon, the trace of struggle in Huarong's eyes slowly disappeared from Huarong's eyes, replaced by an incomprehensible indifference.

Huarong took out a bracelet from her sleeve and gently put it on her white wrist. In the end, for some unknown reason, Huarong didn't throw away the Bigu Pill Jiang Xiaoli gave, but put it in her own storage. object bracelet.

Huarong, who crawled out of the cave, had already changed into Jiang Xiaoli's clothes. She had the Qingshuang Sword that Jiang Xiaoli gave her pinned to her waist, and the expression on her face was as cold as Jiang Xiaoli's usual.

Huarong and Jiang Xiaoli are twins, there are many things in common between them, far more than the similar faces.

Huarong and Jiang Xiaoli are too similar, and at this time, Huarong is deliberately restraining her cultivation, even the subtle eyes are the same as Jiang Xiaoli in normal times.

On the edge of the hole, there was a person lying quietly.

Looking at the straight look, it seems to be dead.

Huarong didn't intend to pay attention to it, besides, this is the Shenlong Tomb, a place where many monks practiced, but in fact, it was also a place where many monks snatched treasures from each other.

Therefore, it is not surprising that there is a seriously injured person lying beside the hole.

However, Huarong stopped in the end, not because Huarong suddenly showed kindness, but because Huarong felt that the clothes of the masked man looked very familiar.

Huarong walked up to the unconscious person by the entrance of the cave, and slowly squatted down, she frowned and took a careful look at this person, soon, a flash of understanding flashed in Huarong's eyes.

She remembered this person, isn't it the masked man who followed Huayue and Hua Mao before and disappeared after chasing Jiang Xiaoli?

Huarong glanced at the entrance of the cave where the footsteps were, and then turned her eyes to the unconscious man. Jiang Xiaoli just came out of this cave, but this masked man is here unconscious.

Huarong frowned slightly. Could it be that there is really some unknown connection between this masked man and Jiang Xiaoli?
Huarong's hand slowly landed on the masked man's face, after thinking for a while, Huarong still raised his hand to lift off the masked man's mask.

Huarong's pupils shrank, because Huarong saw a face covered with scars, except that he could see that the person's face was almost as pale as white paper, but he couldn't see the person's original appearance.

Huarong threw away the mask in her hand, and gently clapped her hands, but at this moment, the originally unconscious person woke up slowly.

When the misty eyes of the masked man saw the face next to him clearly, his eyes suddenly widened, but he didn't say anything.

Because the masked man passed out again, so even if the masked man wanted to say something, he couldn't say it.

Huarong breathed a sigh of relief, because she didn't know if it was Huarong's own illusion. When the masked man looked at her with wide eyes, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't say it, Huarong really had a bad feeling. A premonition, just like the well-dressed self, who was almost recognized by this injured masked man.

Since there is nothing on this masked person that can prove his identity, Huarong doesn't intend to continue wasting time on this stranger.

When Huarong walked away, she frowned and turned to look at the person lying on the ground. She felt an indescribable uneasiness in her heart.

However, Huarong didn't attribute this unspeakable feeling of uneasiness to this unconscious person on the ground, she turned her eyes away, and walked away anyway.

(End of this chapter)