Chapter 33: The Lightness of the Wind

"This is troublesome, Qiren, can you cut it open?" Jingming touched the sturdy iron door and asked the famous painting Qiren behind him. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Well, I'm afraid I can't." Qi Ren glanced at the iron gate and shook his head.

"What's wrong?"

"I don't seem to have any spiritual power now, let alone this iron door, even if it's a wooden door, I won't necessarily cut it open." Qi Ren sighed and said.

"We can't sit still, we have to do it." Before Jingming could finish speaking, a miserable roar came from the side.

"Roar!! The loud roar startled Jingming, who felt his eardrums buzz, and soon after, the screams came again, each one stronger than the other, until finally Jingming had to cover his ears to prevent the eardrums from being broken.

"Hmm, what the hell is moving, it's scary."

"Huh, really?" Contrary to Jingming, the famous painting Qiren did not cover her ears, she looked very interested, and did not feel that kind of fear at all.

"Click!" Suddenly, the lock on the iron door fell.

"I'll go! How bad is the quality of this iron door! But it's okay so we can get out. Jingming complained about the quality of the lock on the one hand, and pushed open the old iron door in a cheerful mood on the other hand.

"Hey, it's dirty." Jingming glanced at the rust on his hand and frowned, it was not difficult to see that this cell was some years old.

"Let's go." Jingming breathed a long sigh of relief, turned around, and said to the famous painting Qiren behind him.

"Yes."

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In the dark passage, the famous painting Qi and Jing Ming walked side by side, and in the environment where they couldn't see their fingers, the two involuntarily got closer to each other, and because it was too dark, Jing Ming accidentally bumped into Qi Ren.

"Ahh Qiren let out a coquettish gasp.

"Hmm, sorry, are you alright?" Jingming said apologetically.

"Well, Jingming, you were too careless, then, wouldn't it be much better." Qi Ren smiled and put his little hand on Jingming's hand.

"Huh, Qiren?" Jingming was a little panicked, the soft touch of the tender white little hand made Jingming feel a little uneasy, and he subconsciously clenched his hand.

"Ahh