The more I thought about it in my heart, the more suspicious I felt, such as: What kind of people do these dark purple villains represent? And what is the relationship between the four great families of traditional Chinese medicine Wang, Mu, Xiao, and Chen and the royal family at that time? What is the purpose of their joint design and even use the means of war to capture these people? Is it just to make these "centipede guards"? And ...... The captured villains were all painted with dark purple paint, and the so-called "desert beads" were also dark purple - this should be, not a coincidence of color?......

Just when the suspicions in my mind were getting more and more, Wang Quan looked at the mural and muttered, "This ...... I said Mu Dashao, our ancestors were still quite capable...... Still, it's the means, it's a bit of a fucking cruel......"

Mu Xuanqing listened to Wang Quan's exclamation, shook his head, and said with a little bitterness: "Regarding the sins of our family, this is just the tip of the iceberg......

"And?!"

Hearing Mu Xuanqing's words, my heart was shocked, I looked at him with wide eyes, and said in a lost voice: "What else?"

Mu Xuanqing turned his head to look at me, his lips moved slightly, but he didn't say anything for a long time. After a long time, his solemn expression suddenly became lighter, and his elegant and gentle smile was put on his face again, and he walked up to me, rubbed my hair like a chicken nest, and said softly, "Hehe...... Children, don't ask what you shouldn't. ”

"it!"

was so easily prevaricated by him, and rubbed his head inexplicably, the anger in my heart suddenly jumped: "Who the hell is a child......? Besides, you're not a few years older than me, so you don't need to use these words to perfunctory me. With that, I glared at him fiercely, turned away angrily, and ignored him in a huff.

"Hehe, look at your temper. It's just a child. ”

Mu Xuanqing didn't get angry at me at all, but smiled gently, but he didn't say anything to me, but walked over to Wang Quan, who was still looking at the mural thoughtfully. smiled and said to Wang Quan: "Wang Dashao, it seems that you are going to suffer again." ”

Hearing Mu Xuanqing say this, Wang Quan hurriedly turned his head, looked at Mu Xuanqing with a vigilant expression, and said with some sadness and indignation: "What do you want me to do? Don't you see that I am still carrying Chief of Staff Ling on my back? Although Lao Tzu is very energetic. But it's not fucking the third prince of Nezha, where did the three heads and six arms come from?"

Mu Xuanqing looked at Wang Quan with a reluctant face, the smile on his face gradually retracted, and said very seriously: "This matter must not be sloppy," as he spoke, he shone his flashlight on the fish-faced monster...... Oh no, on the corpses of the authors of these two abstract paintings, he spoke again: "We have to find a way to get him out." ”

"Huh?" Listening to Mu Xuanqing's words, Wang Quan looked like a madman. He looked at Mu Xuanqing in surprise: "Mu Dashao, your kid's head is not broken, is it? Why are we moving the corpse of this 'painter' out? If you always want to be promoted and make a fortune, maybe there will be a way to get this mural down, and if you get this thing out, it will only bring us trouble! Think about it, in broad daylight, in the middle of the sky, such a species suddenly appeared...... Oh my mother, I can't even think about it!" Wang Quan said this, covering his face and making an extremely headache movement.

Look at the royal power. I couldn't help but twitch the corners of my mouth slightly, and the mood that was a little unhappy by Mu Xuanqing just now gradually improved, and Mu Xuanqing sighed and shook his head after listening to Wang Quan. But he didn't say anything more, but walked up to the corpse of the 'painter' and put the flashlight on the ground, trying to carry the tall corpse alone.

Looking at his struggling appearance, the unbearable in my heart began to make trouble again, but I still wondered a little in my heart: Why did this Mu Xuanqing have to get this "fish-faced painter" out?...... It's hard to do it. What clues will there be in his corpse?

Thinking of this, I didn't hesitate, and hurriedly walked up to Wang Quan and patted the kid who was still covering his face: "Hey, don't fucking sigh, you put down the ice cube Ling, I'll look at him, you go and help Mu Xuanqing-"

However, before I could finish speaking, suddenly, from the corner of the entrance to this "underground gallery", a scream came -

"Ahh——h

Hearing this somewhat familiar scream, all three of us paused—

"It's Wang Xiang!"

Wang Quan's kid snorted loudly, and the resoluteness and killing aura of being a soldier immediately emanated from his body—I saw that he quickly pulled me back to the base of the wall, put the ice cube Ling beside me, jerked out his pistol from the backpack on his chest, and looked very vigilantly at the corner entrance in the corner between the four ancestors of Wang, Mu, Xiao, and Chen and the strange radial mural, and with a "click", he loaded the bullet—

"You look at Chief of Staff Ling, be careful yourself. ”

Wang Quan whispered to me.

At the same time, Mu Xuanqing had reluctantly erected the giant corpse covered in black scales. After hearing Wang Xiang's exclamation, his brows furrowed suddenly, and he suddenly turned his head to look at the dark entrance, and his right hand habitually pulled out a dagger with a cold light that was inserted horizontally behind his waist, and while holding the heavy corpse that was headless, but still taller than him, he retreated as quickly as possible in the direction of me and Wang Quan-

"Hehe, I said Young Master Mu, where are you going to take this 'black koi'?" a familiar and ruthless male voice came from the entrance.

"It's Chen Sheng. Hearing this grim tone, Wang Quan, who was standing in front of me with a gun, muttered in a low voice, with a slight hint of shock in his tone.

At this time, Mu Xuanqing had already dragged the corpse to the side near me and Wang Quan, only to hear him gritted his teeth and scolded: "This grandson!

Just as Mu Xuanqing finished scolding in a low voice, two white dazzling flashlights shone in from the pitch-black entrance, and the three of us also raised the flashlights in our hands, and suddenly the originally dark "underground gallery" was illuminated by our strong flashlights. And we, too, finally saw what kind of battle this comer was-

I saw that the light of the two flashlights entered the "underground gallery" from the dark entrance one after the other, and the flashlights were actually Wang Xiang and Wang 19's uncle and nephew: Wang Xiang was already tear-stained at this time, and a pair of slightly raised eyes were red and swollen from crying, like two unripe walnuts; Wang 19 was angry and unwilling—but helpless. Because their hands were tightly bound by ropes, and behind their uncle and nephew, two familiar figures were holding pistols to the back of their heads, escorting them, and walking towards us step by step—

Looking at Chen Sheng with a grim smile on his face, and Xiao Ruyue with an indifferent face, the anger in my heart couldn't help but go up: It's the two of them again!

Just when I was staring at the two of them, Chen Sheng grabbed Wang Nineteen's collar and carried him in front of him, the pistol was tightly pressed against the temple of the pale-faced Wang Nineteen, and said with a sneer: "Hehe, Young Master Mu, I won't say much nonsense, you should be very clear about the current situation, what I want, you also know it-" Chen Sheng said this, deliberately paused, looking at Mu Xuanqing's eyes suddenly became sharp, and the smile on his face gradually became richer: "Either hand over the "black koi" Either I'll kill them first, and then I'll 'level the playing field' with you." ”

Chen Sheng said this, revealing a mouthful of white teeth: "How is it, Young Master Mu, what do you think?"

From the moment Xiao Ruyue and Chen Sheng entered here, Mu Xuanqing's bloodshot eyes never left Xiao Ruyue's body, and when he heard Chen Sheng speak, his eyes full of love and hate contradictions slowly moved away from Xiao Ruyue's body, staring at Chen Sheng fiercely, his eyes were like the dagger in his hand that flashed with cold light, which was extremely terrifying.

Looking at Mu Xuanqing's appearance of enduring pain, I couldn't bear it, stared at the pair of "dog men and women" in front of me, gritted my teeth and scolded: "It's really fucking shameless!" (to be continued.) )