The force of the downward drag continued to strengthen, and in just an instant, Mingchuan's entire legs had sunk into the mud and sand at the bottom of the river. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

What kind of sediment is this? This is clearly a swamp, right?

His body was still sinking, and Ying Lan beside him had the same experience.

Maybe it's because Ying Lan's weight is relatively light, and he falls into it faster when he is pulled, and at this moment, only a round head is left exposed among the water and grass.

Gao Shanling noticed the situation here, and just wanted to come over to help, but he was so entangled by Jing Hong that he couldn't get out.

Ming Chuan wanted to shake the net bell, but the pitch-black "vine" grew and spread rapidly from the soles of his feet, wrapping his whole body tightly, making him feel like he was the prey captured by a python, and the bones of his whole body made a "creaking" sound.

The pain caused him to open his mouth involuntarily, and the river water quickly poured into his mouth.

The air in his lungs was almost exhausted, and the choking sensation of choking came at him, causing his consciousness to be quickly swept away by darkness.

The whole body was still sinking under the pull of those "vines", and it was wrapped in soft mud and sand little by little.

Is Lao Tzu going to be buried alive? This was Mingchuan's last thought before he lost consciousness.

……

In the dark, he couldn't see anything, and he lost all direction, and Mingchuan felt like he was lying in a shaker, staggering, unable to distinguish between up and down, left and right.

It is reassuring to feel comfortable surrounded by warm and soft things.

Perhaps, it is also a good choice to lie down like this all the time.

There is no need to run around to complete various commissions, and there is no need to worry that the ghost qi in his body will suddenly and uncontrollably swallow him completely one day.

You don't have to think about anything, you don't have to worry about anything, you just need to devote yourself to a comfortable sleep, how relaxing it is.

"Lord Akikawa. The voice of the uncurrent affairs sounded in his ears, disturbing his sweet dreams.

"Lord Mingchuan, wake up, we have to find a way to get out. ”

Where to go? It's so comfortable here, he doesn't want to ......

Wait, where is this?

He had been wrestling with something strange under the water, and then he seemed to be dragged into the ......

Rub, he was dragged into the silt at the bottom of the river.

Then again, is the silt at the bottom of the river so thick that it can bury him entirely.

No, if he's buried at the bottom of the river, how is he going to breathe?

"Lord Mingchuan, we ......"

Ming Chuan sat up suddenly, and he heard a "bang", and his forehead hit something, which made his eyes suddenly burst into stars.

"Whew, it hurts. ”

There was a whimper in his ears, and it was clear that he had hit his head on top of Shadow Lan when he sat up just now.

It's strange, Ying Lan is obviously a shadow now, how can it be so hard?

Ming Chuan rubbed his forehead while looking around, and saw that it was pitch black, and he couldn't really see his five fingers.

"Shadow?" Mingchuan tried to shout.

"My lord, I'm here. Shadow's voice came from his left.

I tried to reach out my hand, but I found a human face with a nose and eyes.

"Huh, why are you ......" It's strange, since Ying Lan parasitized in his shadow, he has always maintained the appearance of a shadow, even if he turns into a human form, it is only a silhouette, why does it seem to be ...... now Just as he was thinking, his hand touched Ying Lan's hair, the long hair was stiff and felt like the mane on a horse's neck.

"Lord Mingchuan, something is not quite right here. There was a hint of worry in Ying Lan's voice.

The disconnected Shadow Lan was worried, and he must have been asleep to have such an illusion.

"Of course it's wrong, this isn't the bottom of the river, is it?" Ming Chuan said as he scratched the back of his head and slowly tried to stand up.

"My lord, I feel that something is wrong. Shadow Lan spoke, her voice seemed to grow deeper and deeper.

"What's wrong?" After standing up, Ming Chuan stretched out his hands forward, slowly moved his steps, and groped in the darkness.

"I'm a little, not too ......" Ying Lan's voice became choppy, low as if a different person, not at all like the usual heartless off-line look, "Adult, I, I can't control ......"

"Shadow Lan, why are you ......" Ming Chuan realized that Shadow Lan seemed to be a little wrong, and just as he wanted to turn back, he felt a gust of wind hit him, and then a huge force rushed on his body, knocking him backwards and flying out.

The force knocked him away and quickly chased after him, and before he could hit the ground, it passed him and came behind him, followed by another gust of wind, and Ming Chuan felt his back kicked hard.

After falling forward, Ming Chuan only felt a suffocating pain in his chest, and a fishy sweet liquid poured into his throat, and he couldn't help but let out a mouthful of blood.

"My lord, be careful!" Shadow's voice became muffled, and its voice arrived at the same time as its fierce attack.

In the darkness, Mingchuan couldn't see anything, but he still reacted when he heard Yinglan's warning, and rolled down the ground.

As soon as he rolled his body, there was a banging sound in his ears, and Shadow Lan seemed to step on his ear.

If it weren't for his quick reaction and rolling away, this kick would have stepped directly on his face.

Thinking of Ying Lan's power, Ming Chuan suddenly felt a cold sweat break out on his back.

If this foot is stepped on, his head will become a burst watermelon, shattered to the ground.

Shadow Lan really wanted to kill herself.

No, there was something that controlled Shadow Lan and borrowed its hand to kill itself.

Ming Chuan remembered the previous red.

Looks like there's something here that can influence these demons.

Just as he was thinking about it, a gust of wind came from his ears again, and Shadowlan's attack struck again.

Ming Chuan knew that he was not Yinglan's opponent in this state. He couldn't see anything in this darkness, but Ying Lan was not affected by the darkness at all, he could only judge according to the sound of the wind driven by the other party's movements, and then react accordingly. In this way, he is completely in a passive situation.

Not only that, although he couldn't see anything now, Ming Chuan knew very well that Ying Lan's appearance at this time had returned to what it should be, instead of the usual black shadow.

After many years, he still clearly remembers the appearance of the other party in front of him when he first saw Yinglan. and, the pressure brought to him by Yinglan at that time.

For the first time in his life, he felt death whispering in his ear clearly.

Embarrassed to dodge Shadow Lan's attack, but the opponent's next blow came in front of him, and he couldn't dodge it.