is on the way to Yunnian, so although Liang Meng has passed by here several times, he has never stopped to take a serious look.

The so-called, it's not about hanging high.

Yun Xuchen did not solve Liang Meng's immobilization technique.

She just stood there straight and stiff, looking up and down at the not-so-imposing and even somewhat desolate house in front of her.

The grass-blue tiles still seemed to be wet in the daylight, as if it had rained heavily the night before.

Liang Meng rolled her eyes, and pursed her lips in disgust, she could even smell the musty smell emanating from this house.

The exterior wall is mottled, and only the white walls can barely be seen.

It seems that someone slapped him with peerless martial arts, and the walls are crisscrossed with wounds one after another.

There were also many rolled up trembling thin patches, which I wish a breeze could sweep away.

Two gray-brown wooden doors are hung with strands of spider webs as thin as cicada wings.

Legend stepped forward and pushed it away.

With a 'squeak', the dust that had been sleeping peacefully for an unknown number of years was suddenly frightened and rushed to fall.

The legend tilted his head and raised his hand and waved it between his nose. Walked in.

Subsequently, Xiao Yezi and Dustfall set up Liang Meng again. Following the legend into the Haunting Pavilion.

and the miserable depression outside. The inside is also ruined and dilapidated.

Completely different from the warm daylight outside, there was an eerie coldness inside the house.

The air seemed to have been frozen for thousands of years, and as soon as the door opened, it smashed overwhelmingly.

The cold Liang Meng had goosebumps all over his body.

Before Liang Meng could see the situation in the house clearly, the sky was spinning, Xiao Yezi and Chenluo hugged their shoulders and locked their throats, and Liang Meng was put in the room by moving their legs and lifting their feet.

The butcher threw pork on the wooden table, and there was a 'bang'.

The hard and cold touch made Liang Meng's shoulders straighten in an instant.

The wrinkles between her eyebrows were terrible, Liang Meng shook her head and looked left and right, she suspected that she had been put on the ice.

Liang Meng closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, complaining frantically in his heart.

You say lie down, just lie down, even if the bed board is hard, the cold and biting can still stand it, what you can't tolerate is that you give a pillow.

The head is bloodshot.

Yun Xuchen raised his sleeves and waved it very chicly, and then he withdrew the fixing technique on Liang Meng.

Liang Meng hurriedly got up and sat down.

His hands were up and down on his arms, and his eyes were looking at what was the cold thing beneath him.

In terms of color, it is darker than red but lighter than dark. It's like some careless painter accidentally dripped ink into the red color to reconcile it into today's color.

In terms of shape and size, the height, length, and width are similar to those of the bed slats.

Except for the bubbling cold air that spreads upwards, there is nothing else special.

This reminded her of the little dragon girl's cold jade bed.

It's just that apart from the same cold, there is nothing else like it.

Liang Meng originally wanted to jump directly from this, but Yun Xuchen said softly, and Liang Meng hurriedly took the leg that was about to touch the ground.

Sit cross-legged with your waist straight up. Mom~~ The ass is frozen.

If the enemy does not move, I will not move, if the enemy moves, I will flee, and if I cannot escape, I will beg for mercy.

Nothing remarkable. Well~~ It's really nothing remarkable.

Dustfall went out just now, Liang Meng didn't notice it, and when he saw the dust fall in, Liang Meng's warm and watery eyes were full of doubts and shock.

Until I saw the bowl that Dusty was holding in his hand. The big eyes narrowed into a slit again.