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Chapter 62: The Sixth Floor of the Imperial Tomb: Killing the Gods (2)

"Xue Yu, let my friend go to the address:." Bei Ling had a cold face and ordered.

After jumping from Xue Yu's gentle arms, Beiling patrolled the sixth floor.

Suddenly, I found that there was a very large pool in the middle of the sixth floor, and the water in the pool was bubbling and seemed to be "gurgling-" steaming.

"It is said that the sixth layer is the territory of the gods." Stroke stood aside and stared at the huge pool, "Here, it's all women's corpses. And ......"

"Vomit—" Before the strokes were finished, she retched again.

Woman...... Female corpses? Do you want to be so scary?

The stroke glanced at her indifferently, and continued: "Moreover, the bones of these women are well preserved. It's just that the expressions of these women are really ......"

The strokes stared at the heads that fell next to the pool, and after staring for a few seconds, he faintly spit out a few words: "How do you look like you were sucked up by someone when you were in love?"

"Uh...... This kind of death is probably both painful and happy, which is a good confirmation of the saying: pain and happiness. Ink Dye also glanced at the corpses.

Isn't it? Isn't it? The pain is because she has been drained of blood, and the happiness is because she is enjoying the joy of fish and water. Belch...... But this place is so terrifying, can't you be happy if you want to?

Ink dye stuck out her tongue, indicating her ignorance.

"Killing gods is immortal, immortal, injuring and immortal. It seems that if you want to defeat him, you will need a lot of effort. Mu Qiyu looked at the corpses that were painful but unpleasant, and his eyes darkened.

Here, Ling'er must not be allowed to stay here anymore, here, this place of right and wrong must definitely leave!

"Third brother, if you only think that you can defeat the god-killing with the strength of fifteen of us, you are very wrong! Who is the god killer? He is a god, immortal, immortal, immortal, immortal, and we are just ordinary people, how can we fight? Mu Qinan made this point very inappropriately.

He, a good third brother, is better than him in everything, and he surpasses him a lot. If it weren't for the rule that since ancient times, there was only a rule that the elder should not be young, I am afraid that he, the prince, would fall on his head! So, he's always been his henchman! must let him be buried in the imperial mausoleum, so that no one will compete with him for the crown prince's position!

Mu Qinan's eyes flashed, and he happened to be caught by Bei Ling.

Bei Ling's heart sank, she didn't have any good feelings for this big brother, she always felt that this person was very insidious and calculating, and the city government was very deep. What do you want to do?

No matter what, Beiling has an extra heart for Mu Qinan, and this is how Mu Qiyu can escape from Mu Qinan's killers again and again, and not be taken away by death again and again.

"Beiling, what do you say?" Mo Ran's eyes darkened, and he asked.

God knows how much she wants to set fire to the other side of this layer, and when she sees these fresh and tender flowers, she remembers the unsightly scenes of her previous life, those scenes have become the biggest stain on her life, and a touch can lightly evoke memories, although she is desperately forgetting.

"Sacrifice." Bei Ling spit out these two words indifferently, looked at everyone's surprised and surprised eyes and continued: "The god killer likes the yin qi on a woman's body to nourish himself, so only in this way can he clear the customs." ”

"Sacrifice...... Sacrifice? You're not kidding? Ink Dye was shocked. She thought it was a big job, but it turned out to be a sacrifice? The sacrifice is just that, but what about your pigs, cows, and sheep?

Mu Beiqing walked in front of Bei Ling, and slapped her unexpectedly: "Sixth sister said lightly, which one here wants to die?" ”

"Ling'er—"

"Feathers—"

"Beiling ——!!!"

Under the exclamation of everyone, Beiling received this slap deeply.

It's just that she didn't have the outburst that Mu Beiqing expected, she just hooked her lips and just smiled. The smile is so indifferent, and the smile is so irrelevant. It's as if that slap didn't slap her.

wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, spit out a mouthful of dirty blood, and his indifferent voice sounded again: "Second sister, haven't you always wanted me to die?" I don't mind being this back. ”

"However, second sister, I thought you had always been a typical gentle lady of everyone's ladies, but I didn't expect that the kung fu of slapping people was also so perfect. Sixth sister, I really admire. ”

When Mu Beiqing heard this, her face turned red and white, not to mention how good-looking she looked. She wanted her to die, and she died here silently. But when did her sister's insight become so good? See through her mind at a glance?

"Sister, are you blaming the second sister when you say this? The second sister's slap wants to wake you up, no one here wants to die, except for ...... You. ”

Mu Beiqing deliberately paused, and drew all his attention to Beiling again.

"Let you p!" The ink dyed the feathers, "How can this second thing be killed?" ”