Boom, boom, boom, the sound of hurried footsteps sounded, so that Wu Zheng and several people under the tower were alert.

Wu Zheng swallowed his saliva and said, "There shouldn't be a fight up there." ”

Luochen didn't speak, but slowly walked to the staircase with his sword. He tilted his ear, listened first to the movement, and then said, "They're coming down." ”

After that, Luochen looked up and saw the two little flowers running down in a hurry. He didn't ask why, but Wu Zheng asked eagerly: "Is it time to go out?"

Xiaohua didn't pay attention, but was busy looking down to find traces on the ground. Sure enough, as soon as he lowered his head, he saw the trace, which was extremely clear. Then, Xiaohua didn't say much, and directly looked for the traces and began to check. He felt that this layer must be the key to the secret, and if the so-called lock could not be seen here, then they would have to get out of the tower.

Wu Zheng lay on the ground and slept, he was not afraid of any danger in the tower, he found a low cylindrical platform, and fell asleep, from time to time, there would be a burst of snoring.

Xiaohua walked around the tower, knowing that the traces were over, and he didn't see the so-called lock. This couldn't help but make him disappointed, at this moment, outside the tower, it was still pitch black. And this pitch black, it's really out of sight. Xiaohua knew that it was almost dawn, and this time was the darkest time of the day.

As a last resort, Xiaohua finally made a decision, "Let's go out of the tower." With that, he beckoned again.

But at this moment, he found that there was suddenly one person missing, and after thinking for a while, he realized that it was Wu Zheng who was missing. This pit daddy thing has always had no sense of existence, and for a while, Xiaohua almost forgot about him.

So Xiaohuaban raised his face and asked, "What about Wu Zheng?"

Mo Qing shook his head, indicating that he didn't know. But the bearded man grinned and said, "Listen." ”

Xiaohua held her breath and listened carefully. Then his face turned blue as he heard the sound of snoring and fingernails scratching his belly. Well, he is sweating like rain here, but he is sleeping there. This breath, Xiaohua can't swallow it.

He followed the sound and walked in, and then grabbed Wu Zheng, who was lying on the ground and dripping, self-intoxicated. I don't know what kind of sweet dream he was having, but he went up and scolded directly: "Lord Jue, you sleep so well!" As the tone increased, Xiaohua's hand that pinched Wu Zheng's ear also followed.

Next, Wu Zheng's inappropriate wail resounded throughout the tower.

Then, just as Xiaohua was about to go out, he suddenly saw the round platform under Wu Zheng. So Xiaohua pulled Wu Zheng away and looked at the garden platform with fixed eyes, and then his surprise became more and more intense.

"Wu Zheng, Wu Zheng, you are really a good thing!" Xiaohua sighed with emotion, but her eyes never left the round platform.

Wu Zheng felt that Xiaohua's words were strange, he was a thing, was he a thing, he didn't seem to be a thing, he didn't seem to be a thing! In short, Wu Zheng couldn't figure it out, and he didn't know whether he was praising himself or scolding himself.

Xiaohua didn't notice Wu Zheng's strange expression, and he was staring at the round platform intently. Finally he noticed the difference, the round platform was noticeably higher than the rest of the first floor. And on this, there are also some strange lines. If it weren't for Wu Zheng sleeping, they would really have ignored this round platform. There is no other reason for this, just because the round platform is too low, and the lines on it are not clear.

At this moment, Xiaohua completely forgot about going out of the tower, and suddenly stepped onto the round platform, and looked down to check the lines. Sure enough, this pattern is different from what I saw before. Xiaohua didn't know the meaning of the pattern on it, so she could only write it down by her head, and then wait until she went out and then slowly studied it.

Immediately afterward, Floret's gaze was drawn to a depression. It was in the center of the entire round table, and it didn't look like a key should be. However, Xiaohua knew that this depression was the same as the fragments in their hands, and it was exactly the same in size and shape.

If there is any difference, then it must be said that the number of fragments of falling glass and falling dust is not enough. Xiaohua relied on the memory in her mind to combine the appearance of the fragment with the depression, and sure enough, it was still a little close. Xiaohua couldn't tell how many pieces were missing, because he didn't know how many pieces the key had broken into, but he knew that these two pieces alone were not enough.

At this time, he already somewhat understood what Wong Tai Sin meant. He must have been here and seen the ancient tower as well. And maybe he knows a lot about the ancient tower. However, Xiaohua also understands that knowing the secret also has to pay the price at the same time.

There is no such thing as a free lunch. However, as for what the price is, Xiaohua is not a god operator, and I can't guess. Come to think of it, it should be similar to looking for the key.

But at this moment, a voice suddenly came from outside the tower: "Come out, it's about to dawn." ”

At this moment, Xiaohua remembered that the dawn was coming soon, and it was very likely that this ancient gate would also be closed again with the blessing of the energy of the orb. Xiao Huaxin couldn't say it well, and he didn't need Wu Zheng to react, he grabbed his hand and began to run towards the ancient gate.

At that moment, the day dawned, and a ray of light rose right from the horizon, and the light struck the orb. "Damn. Xiaohua scolded, it was too late. He had already heard the "click" of the ancient door, and soon, the door would close.

Xiaohua gritted her teeth, her legs desperately urging her spiritual power, but even so, it was a drop in the bucket.

However, in the sky, a figure suddenly appeared. The figure in between, spread its wings, more than ten zhang long, covering the sky and the sun.

"It's dust. Mo Qing exclaimed. Immediately, I saw the dust fly directly into the sky, towards the orb. The next moment, the figure hung in the air, straight between the orb and the light.

It was at this moment that the momentum of the ancient gate closing suddenly slowed down. Xiaohua didn't dare to slack off, and still tried her best to pull Wu Zheng in the direction of the ancient gate.

At this time, even if Wu Zheng was an idiot, he understood the seriousness of the matter. He didn't dare to say a word, held his breath, and rushed towards the ancient gate.

Finally, Xiaohua's steps reached the ancient gate, and he subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, and his hanging heart was about to be put down. suddenly felt bad, and then, Xiaohua turned around and saw Wu Zheng's body being held down by a dry hand. Then, the hand held by Xiaohua and Wu Zheng was loosened. He scolded badly, and when he turned around, he was going to pull Wu Zheng again. But it was too late, and the ancient door happened to close at this moment.

At this moment, everyone was dumbfounded, because they also saw that Wu Zheng was obviously pulled in by something just now. Before everyone could recover their senses, the screams in the tower suddenly rang out.

"It's Wu Zheng. Xiaohua clenched his fists, although he didn't know what was in the tower, it was definitely not a beauty. Wu Zheng can be said to be the most rubbish among them. If he were to remain in it all day and wait until it was dark before entering, it would be estimated that there would be no bones and slag by then.

Xiaohua's eyes were a little red, and she slammed into the ancient gate regardless of it. As a result, his whole body was hit by the purple energy, and then he flew directly upside down and fell heavily to the ground.

Luoli seemed to be distressed, and went to pull Xiaohua, but was ruthlessly pushed away by Xiaohua. In Xiaohua's eyes, there was no one else, and she desperately crashed towards the ancient gate again.

At this moment, a figure in the sky suddenly appeared, and he grabbed Xiaohua. Immediately, without waiting for Xiaohua to struggle, a slap was slapped.

This time, Xiaohua woke up. He lowered his hands decadently and stared indifferently at the person in front of him. He was silent, not knowing what to say. At this time, the wailing in the tower had not stopped, but Xiaohua was already desperate.

Sitting on the ground decadently, Xiaohua only hoped that Wu Zheng would hold on for some more time. Even if he died, they still had the dagger in their hands. It's like saving yourself before, and save Wu Zheng again. But at this moment, the shouting inside stopped abruptly.

That's what everyone's first thought was. They didn't know what was holding Wu Zheng, but they could feel that Wu Zheng had been in great pain just now. Then, suddenly, the voice disappeared. At this time, there was no other explanation except that Wu Zheng was already dead.

The little flower didn't move, and it didn't even dare to open its eyes. He was waiting, he didn't believe that Wu Zheng would die so quickly, so quickly. Wu Zheng in the past, isn't his recovery ability very strong, recover quickly! Wu Zheng, Wu Zheng, if you die, who will I bully Princess Huahua in the future?

But it has been silent for so long, and it has been a dead silence. Everyone didn't dare to disturb Xiaohua, compared to Xiaohua, how could they be better. It was like falling dust, silent, and no one could see that the cold face was full of sorrow.

Luochen has no good feelings, but he only has a different relationship for Wu Zheng and Xiaohua. He didn't want these two people to be hurt, so he chose to come to this extreme south without saying goodbye. But even so, he still didn't expect that they would catch up again.

Falling dust actually walks a lot of roads, some are rugged and some are flat. But no matter what day it is, he has not been as happy as he has walked since he met Wu Zheng and Xiaohua.

He wasn't good at talking, but as he got along with the two of them, his words began to increase. Even when he left the two of them alone on the way to the Far South, he would think of the two of them from time to time. Could it be that this is the so-called friendship? Luochen doesn't understand, he only knows that he really wants Wu Zheng to live. Don't die, this is the hope in his heart.