Pampering the Spicy Little Crazy Wife

Being stared at by him, Feng Qianxi immediately waved his hand: "it's OK. I'll ask casually. No matter what's inside, I'll just go in and have a look. Master, you say it's getting dark now. When can I go in and come out? "

"Before sunset."

"Oh." Isn't that fast? The setting sun usually disappears very quickly. Does the master think that she can break through this tower in such a short time?

In that case, Nangong Jue's challenge to her is nothing. She took a deep breath.

A man took a step forward, his hand slowly touched the bronze door, his hands pushed hard, the door seemed to have some switch, then slowly opened.

As she stepped in, the door snapped shut.

How dark

It's so dark in here. The master won't let her take a flashlight. At least tell her where the light is.

Just as she narrowed her eyes to see the surrounding environment clearly, her hand touched the wall beside the gate and groped for the light switch little by little.

"Da, Da, Da!"

Suddenly there was a light in the room. One by one, the lamp pillars lit up, which suddenly brightened the whole lobby.

A dark, a bright, let her cover her eyes. After a few seconds, I put down my hand and looked into the hall.

Curious about what kind of place it is, I've been here for several days. I finally have the chance to meet and see

It's a good time!!!

When she saw the situation in front of her, she was in a daze.

Blinking, in the middle of the hall, a golden picture, it's amazing to see. More than a dozen people, dressed in half length gold clothes, all over their bodies, including their faces, were painted gold and stood there.

Each of them has a different posture. Eyes closed

Feng Qianxi raised his finger and counted the number of the other side. His finger was not enough: "17, 18!" At the end of the count, the corners of her mouth twitched.

Isn't it the eighteen bronze men in the legend?

So the posture that each of them is posing now is the posture of the eighteen Arhats?

She always thought that all the eighteen bronze figures were a virtual team invented by people for Shaolin Temple. Unexpectedly, she actually saw them today.

Wait

Are they real people? Or is it a bronze man? She stood in the corner of the wall, a little far away, and could not see clearly.

Subconsciously approach the front, when you just walk into the light of the surrounding light column.

Miso!

Eighteen golden Arhats with different postures all opened their sharp black pupils, one by one staring at the wind, and their eyes were like looking at the prey again.

The wind is shallow, the cold hair is erect: "you, good."

She just said hello, who would have thought that eighteen Arhats are not birds, no one answered, they all changed their posture.

In the blink of an eye, eighteen people were writhing in the air, one on top of the other, setting up a heroic posture.

Feng Qianxi nodded and clapped: "good skill, good skill! Admire, admire

The words just came out.

A golden Arhats, suddenly straight toward him to kill, shallow Xi exclaimed, quickly Dodge, it seems that the first level to pass is to deal with the eighteen Arhats!

Sure enough.

With a wave of his long finger, the silver hairpin was gently removed from his hair: "come on, please teach me!"

She had just finished with high wind and light, and eighteen people surrounded her in a group of fights.

Shallow Xi swallowed to swallow saliva, "that, can't... Single pick?"? Ah

The sound of fighting started on the first floor. No one had entered the tower for a long time. For a moment, the first floor seemed very busy.

Is that true?

"Ah! Don't hit me in the face

"Gentlemen use their mouths but not their hands!"

"Don't break my hand. And my feet! "

"Ah!! Oops, Oops

The scream came out from the first floor of the tower. Ten minutes later, the bronze door on the first floor was opened again. The wind was shallow and the face was black and blue.

She put her hands on the ground and raised her head. Her face was blue and her mouth was covered with blood.

Looking at the sky outside, the setting sun has not set yet. I finally know why the master says that she will come out before the setting sun goes down. It's really good advice

She, she did come out

Mo you stands outside the tower and sees her come out with no expression. Everything seems to be as he expected.

Qian Xi raised his hand and waved. He vomited blood and said, "Mo you, master... Why don't you tell me that it's so dangerous inside?"

He walked slowly over and stopped at her heel: "you will work harder if you experience more things inside, won't you?"

Feng Qianxi wants to cry without tears. It turns out that master moyou asked her to come here today to look for abuse. Crying... The gang fighting team is too strong. It's hard to win without a few grenades.

"Master, I know. After today, I will practice harder." Only then did I know how difficult the problem Nangong Jue left her, three layers?

The first floor is so troublesome, not to mention the third floor?

I don't know how much time it will take for her to manage the powerful team. To be honest, she really doesn't want to go in. It's hell, hell!

Mo you didn't say anything more, just turned to go.

Feng Qianxi hastened to speed up his wriggling body, just like a centipede with many feet all the time. After a few times, he scrambled to catch up with Mo you and hugged Mo you's leg: "master, don't go."

He dropped his eyes.

Qian Xi was staring at him with blood in his mouth and tears in his eyes. His face was full of words: "master... Would you go in and take out my hairpin? I'm in a hurry to get out. It's in there. "

In order to avoid being beaten to a pig's head, she escaped for her life, but the silver hairpin didn't fall into it. It was her treasure. It was impossible for her to leave her treasure there.

But going in again was something she absolutely didn't want to do now.

I only begged him by the bottom of his pants. Master, you are the most merciful. If you go in, you can take things out for me. I can only rely on you.

He didn't speak. He just closed his hands and legs. Then he pulled out of her tight ties and walked away in silence.

"Master, master!" She stretched out her hand and cried, shaking, but could not call back his figure. It's also clear in my heart that once master moyou decides to treat some things like air, he will never help.

It seems that it is impossible for him to help her get the things back.

Only by ourselves

I don't know what year and month it is.