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"The dignified beast white beaver is afraid of a small corpse moon flower?" Jiu Mingmei shook off the flesh and blood on her hands, and smiled, "If those old things in the heavens knew, they might be able to 'praise' you." ”

The old white beast laughed wryly: "Eh, don't mind, right?" Mei Shen, you are brave and powerful, outstanding in martial arts, extremely intelligent, and ...... in wisdom."

Before he could finish the four words, he heard a whimper coming from behind the broken wordless monument. The voice was like a woman's sobbing sobs, and in this dark night mausoleum, it seemed more and more terrifying.

The white raccoon lay down, struck all four hooves, and turned into a nimble one-horned white raccoon. The divine beast is psychic, and when it feels the danger coming, returning to its original form can allow it to adjust to a state of readiness in time, and it will also have a greater sense of security.

Jiu Mingmei stroked its single horn, silvery-white, hard, with a circle of raised lines.

The white fox sensed that the plum god did not mean to break its horns, and this gentle but somewhat stiff touch seemed to comfort it. It couldn't help but be a little moved, and felt that it was a little weaker, and a little excitement stood in front of her: "Lord Meishen, I'll open the way for you!" ”

"Don't move!" Jiu Mingmei sweated slightly, reached out and pulled back its horns, and grinded them again on the raised lines, "There is blood on my hands, itchy." ”

Beaver Fox: ...... (10,000 grass mud horses are omitted here...... ）

Jiu Mingmei finished grinding her palms and felt much more comfortable, so she snapped her fingers. This snap of the fingers shook the remnants of the wordless monument together, revealing the black rumbling tomb behind it.

At the entrance is a black stone cave, with many skulls piled up, which is very scary. The woman's whimpering voice became clearer and clearer, as if it was not one person, but hundreds of women weeping in low voices, accompanied by the sound of sparkling water, the rustling of unknown small things, which was very scary.

Jiu Mingmei was not afraid of this, and as soon as she raised her foot, she passed over the skulls and bones of those people and entered the hole lightly. She didn't even light a torch, but with a pair of sparkling phoenix eyes, she saw everything around her clearly.

This is a design that is wide on the outside and narrow on the inside, and the further you go, the narrower the stone cave becomes, and the walls of the cave are damp and seepable, uneven. The ground was dry, but it was just as uneven, as if a hole had been dug casually, and I didn't bother to deal with it later.

Is this really an imperial tomb? Broken a little, right? The emperor of Qi State, the money spent on the construction of the mausoleum is a thief, and even the night pearl the size of a broad bean is placed in the grass outside, how can he build it into this black rumbling ghost?

After walking forward for half a moment, the stone cave was so narrow that it could only accommodate a seven or eight-year-old doll to pass through. Fortunately, Jiu Mingmei is petite, and the cat drills forward with her waist, which is still passable. When they reached the narrowest point, the stone cave suddenly split a fork, and at one split split six legs, each of which looked almost the same, and no one could tell which one to take.

Jiu Mingmei took out the Soling Pagoda and placed it in the palm of her hand. There was a wisp of breath burning in this small tower with a golden body, the breath of the Ayin Immortal. Once you feel the matching bones, the small flames of breath in the Spirit Searching Tower will burn and ignite. The closer you get, the brighter and brighter it burns.

"It's really in this imperial tomb." White Beaver Road.

"Well, it's getting more and more vigorous." Jiu Mingmei nodded her head, walked briskly, and followed the direction to find it. In the West, this is the most obvious response. She turned her head slightly, and a huge bat pounced, its mouth wide open, trying to bite off her head!

The white raccoon pounced, its sharp claws piercing the bat's thin wings. It stomped the bat under its feet, bit off the bat's head with one mouth and swallowed it into its belly, and then raised the beast's head very majestically.

Jiu Mingmei looked at it, and the place where the bats came from was the direction displayed by the Soling Tower. She immediately walked in quickly, walked more than twenty meters away, and there was a wall in front of her. She stretched out her delicate fingers and brushed the wall gently, smooth and hard, with a cat's eye painted on it, shining with a deep green light.

Oh, in Jiu Mingmei's eyes, the existence of walls in this world is used to break. Those who dare to stop her will eventually turn to powder. She spotted the cat's eyes, clenched her fists, and gathered her strength in one place.

"Umejin ......"

The white fox looked at the shape of the cat's eyes, felt a sense of familiarity, and saw that Jiu Mingmei was about to smash the stone wall, and hurriedly shouted to her to stop. But as soon as Jiu Mingmei made a move, where was the reason to stop? She swung her fist up, and it was a wild stance!

Suddenly, the wrist of the punch tightened, the left shoulder was clasped by something, and the whole body was pulled by an unknown force, and the brain was tilted to the right. Jiu Mingmei was surprised in her heart, no one or any kind of force could cut off her beard when she exerted her strength, leaving her defenseless and unable to resist!

But Jiu Mingmei's head was still sober and tight, and he clearly saw that not far away, the white beaver was anxiously rushing over. Her body was trapped in a strong arm, her back was pressed against a hard object, the tip of her nose sniffed lightly, and there was a faint smell of medicinal powder behind her, a faint fragrance of fat powder, and a thick smell of blood. Several smells were mixed, and the tip of her nose itched, and she sneezed indecently.

I only heard a muffled laugh behind me, and then his boundless laughter rippled all over the hole: "Nine girls, don't come to harm?" ”

Jiu Mingmei pinched the tip of her nose and said with a sullen smile: "The Eighth Prince is really a busy man, you are everywhere!" ”

Feng Qianji laughed so hard that her body trembled, but her arms still tied her very tightly, as if she wanted to tie her into the flesh: "It's easy to say, it's easy to say." ”

As soon as the white fox pounced, he saw the two of them ambiguously sticking together one after the other, and the original nervous and worried mood immediately turned into a puddle of sweet water, leaving only a grin. But the tanuki's mouth had just opened and glued again, and it stared stiffly at Feng Qianji's chest, where there was a bloody hole, and blood was trickling out.

"Eight...... Eight...... His Royal Highness the Eighth Prince......"

Jiu Mingmei didn't see the white fox's expression change suddenly, and immediately changed his expression, and turned his head to take a look. I saw that Feng Qianji was still wearing a purple robe and a purple gauze hat, and I couldn't see my face, but the blood hole on her chest was the size of a fist, and it was difficult for people to ignore it. She immediately struggled, only to find that he was still tightly wrapped around her: "Let go!" ”

Feng Qianji smiled: "That cat's eyes, you can't beat it." ”

"Let go, I'll heal you."

The solid arm loosened slightly, and Feng Qianji breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that she would not break through the stone wall again for a while. As soon as the tense nerves were loosened, the whole person seemed to soften, and there was no strength. The little ugly girl in front of her looked unhappy, but she still threw a trick on his chest, wanting to fill his wound. However, after trying for a long time, the blood hole remained the same.

(The school has recently been disconnected, and Lianyu may be slower to reply to comments, or reply every few days, please don't blame.) The child paper without the Internet is hard, and the child paper without WiFi is even more bitter T^T)