Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

"Hoo Hoo -"

"Hoo Hoo -"

"Hoo Hoo -"

Her slightly panting voice seemed to be amplified and echoed in this towering tower

Ye Qingcheng walked slowly to one side with heavy steps. She didn't know where the blue light came from, which always made her heart beat nervously

She walked over and there was a small wooden door on one side. It was a very simple rotary door lock.

She gently stretched out her hand and slightly unscrewed it.

"Squeak --"

"Tick, tick -"

"Tick

"Tick..."

"Tick..."

After ye Qingcheng opened the door, she felt a little relieved, but her heart was still hanging——

After coming out of the door, there are stone holes in the vault and sharp stalactites hanging down, on which water drops are falling.

The drops of water broke on the pool.

An uneasy tranquility.

Ye Qingcheng stood there, his heart suddenly a little bitter and slightly cold.

It's still here.

She doesn't know whether it's good or bad?

You can go out here. As the Oriental world brocade said earlier, you can only go where there is a trident.

But similarly, it is located in a mountain stream, and the exit is a wolf tooth mouth, while the mountain stream opposite is full of evil bears and jackals

Ye Qingcheng still remembers that when Dongfang Shijin came to save her last time, he shot and killed a wild wolf

Ye Qingcheng helped his forehead. There is no helicopter. Even if he can go out here, I'm afraid it's futile.

I can only try again. Can I call Dongfang Shijin through the necklace.

Ye Qingcheng raised her feet. At least as long as she left the villa, she still had hope of survival.

There was a faint damp fishy smell in the air.

There seems to be no fork in the road here, which is the strangest place for ye Qingcheng. There is only a winding path bending back and forth

She felt a little cold, vaguely aware of something wrong, but it was too late

"I-hate-you-for-21-years, and now, i-still-hate-you."

“……”

"My daughter died, but your? Your daughter is living a happy life... That's not fair..."

The woman in the gray robe knelt down in front of the crystal coffin, and the faint blue light reflected in an instant.

The surrounding ice carved walls constantly emit curling white ice gas

The woman knelt there and seemed to be murmuring in the doldrums. The voice kept echoing through the cold ice

It's like a stone hit in the water, constantly flooding out circles of ripples

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