Blinking his eyes, Xiao Yu obviously felt that his brain cells seemed to be a little insufficient.

Nani? Where he was squatting right now, he was still in that damn Tingtaoju?

Under the lotus pond that I have to walk through every day, there is still such a strange place hidden?

No wonder, from being robbed to being thrown in the dark in a daze, there seems to be a short interval in between.

No wonder when I came out that time, when I walked in the tunnel, I felt a cold cold.

It's just that......

Alas, sometimes, you have to believe that there are indeed many unexpected mysteries in this world.

There are still many questions, coiled in his heart, but Xiao Yu can't ask anything.

For example, Xiao Yu is now very curious to know, what are the reasons why those old men who know Nangong Ping have collectively turned their faces with this Nangong god?

For example, how did they know that there was such a strange secret passage under this Tingtao dwelling?

For another example, this Tingtao Residence, is it true that there has never been an owner, and no one has ever lived here?

At the beginning, I entered here smoothly with one foot, and then successfully rented it, is there any other mysterious behind-the-scenes promoter behind it?

I really want to turn around and ask them one by one to make it clear. It's just that, based on his long-standing habits, Xiao Yu still didn't speak again.

There are some things that if you know too much, it may not be a good thing.

In a complex environment, to make one's complex life simpler, and to make it simpler, it also requires a real ability and an excellent concentration.

Xiao Yu asked himself, after living for so long, if he said that he was outstanding, he might still not be counted.

It's just that this kind of concentration that turns a blind eye is still there.

Therefore, Xiao Yu, who was walking beside Nangong Ping, still habitually pursed her lips and didn't say anything.

Fortunately, this embarrassing collective silence does not seem to have lasted very long.

After walking through a dirt road and turning a corner, Xiao Yu was very pleasantly surprised to find that a square white daylight appeared at the entrance of the passage not far away.

At the moment when he saw that beam of light, Xiao Yu cheered in surprise:

Damn, after so long, finally, I can escape from here!

All kinds of mundane things outside the garden, rolling red dust, please stop for a while, wait for me Xiaoyu for the time being. This girl, finally back again!

"Yu'er, because of this king, I'm really sorry for letting you suffer for so long!"

Shaking Xiao Yu's fingertips, Nangong Ping whispered very sincerely.

Xiao Yu smiled indifferently again.

Some things, after they have happened, do not apologize, in fact, it doesn't matter.

In other words, those most uncomfortable days have been over.

At least, those years of submersion and hardship were also a period of her own slow growth.

Compared with the gains and losses, Xiao Yu didn't even feel that some of the passing time seemed particularly bitter.

Looking at Nangong Ping's apologetic eyes, Xiao Yu still smiled faintly:

"It's nothing, my lord. Yu'er didn't feel suffering. Left and right, Yu'er is used to it, she can stand it, and it's okay. ”

"Yu'er, this king likes you more and more like you with this kind of temperament."

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