Jun Wuxie's gaze was discerning, attracting Qiao Chu's attention.

"Little devil, what are you looking at?" Qiao Chu sat up, his body stained with a lot of petals.

"Don't guess what the girl thinks." Fei Yan muttered, looked at the clumsy wreath on Jun Wuxie's head, and then glanced at Rong Ruo, silently destroying the flowers with his spicy hands, picking up a lot of flowers, and quietly weaving quickly with two hands in the flowers.

"Oh, girl's heart or something, I really don't know as much as you, right, Yan'er......" Qiao Chu deliberately dragged out the last note.

Fei Yan gave him a slap in the eye and continued to be busy.

He didn't have time to deal with this idiot!

"What do you see?" Rong Ruo walked in front of Jun Wuxie, with her understanding of Jun Wuxie, I was afraid that the sea of flowers in front of her would not arouse Jun Wuxie's interest at all, just Jun Wuxian was fine, why was something wrong all of a sudden?

Jun Wuxian didn't speak, she just took off the wreath on her head and held it in her hand, but her eyes didn't move an inch.

Xiao Jue lowered his head aggrievedly, thinking that the "little brother" didn't like it.

"Look." Jun Wuxian suddenly raised a hand and pointed it in the direction of her gaze!

On top of a sea of flowers, there was suddenly a wreath suspended in mid-air out of thin air, the appearance of the wreath was not fine, it was very loose, and it was exactly the same as the one Jun Wuxian was holding in his hand.

"What's going on?!" Rong Ruo was slightly stunned, startled by the picture in front of him.

The wreath suspended out of thin air was too weird, and as the wreath in Jun Wuxie's hand quietly moved, the wreath in the distance actually moved!

"It's a mirror!" Fan Zhuo jumped up with a thud and rushed to Jun Wuxie's side in two steps.

"Mirror?" Jun has no evil words with doubts.

"I don't know very well, but I've heard my mother mention one or two, and I can't remember it clearly." Fan Zhuo seemed to have caught something, but he couldn't get it for sure, he immediately turned his head and looked at Jun Wuyao on the side.

"Brother Wuyao, do you know what's going on?"

Jun Wuyao walked to Jun Wuxie's side, looking at the strange picture, but there was no surprise in his eyes, he reached out and took the garland in Jun Wuxie's hand, and in Xiao Jue's nervous gaze, he threw the garland high!

The purple wreath was tossed into the air and slowly fell, and the petals scattered on the wreath fell like snowflakes.

In the distance, however, the picture is identical.

Without the slightest error!

"Mirrors." The corners of Jun Wuyao's mouth hooked up a smile, and he lowered his head to look at Jun Wuxie.

"This is a kind of enchantment, similar to what I saw before, but it is more complicated, according to different enchantments, different scenes can be reflected, and this enchantment, only plants should be reflected."

In the same picture, there is only the shadow of a garland, and you can't see Jun Wuxie's figure, as if they are shielded by a force.

Jun Wuxie's heart jumped violently, and she suddenly walked forward.

A hundred meters away, she suddenly felt a strange pressure, blocking her from the road!

It's like an invisible wall, impassable.

Jun Wuxie's heart suddenly jumped wildly, she raised her hand and pressed against the invisible wall, her palm could feel the cold touch, hard as a rock!

Tomb of the Evil Emperor!