Hearing Mu Xinran's words, Zhao Yaoyao almost jumped up from the chuang.

"Oh my God, really? Are you serious? ”

Zhao Yaoyao's tone was full of incredulity, as if he had seen the sun come out of the west with his own eyes.

Zhao Yaoyao was not surprised.

You know, you're a childhood friend, but you're quite picky.

When she was young, she even said "great rebellion".

Why should you marry him if there is no stronger man in this world than yourself? If you want to marry a man, why don't you marry yourself?

And what's going on today?

Mu Xinran said such things to herself, didn't she say indirectly, now Mu Xinran already has a man he likes?

Oh my God.

Suddenly, this exciting news made Zhao Yaoyao excited, and almost swept away all the haze.

Oh my God, my childhood sweetheart actually has someone I like.

Fortunately, Zhao Yaoyao now has few friends.

If there are many friends, and there are many friends who know Mu Xinran, then now Zhao Yaoyao must be in the circle of friends, sending out the matter of his childhood sweetheart "getting off the list" and informing the audience.

Ahh

Haha, at this time, Zhao Xiaoyao even wanted to look up to the sky and roar, expressing his fierce/fierce ambition, just like Yue Pengju, a famous general of the Great Song Dynasty, angrily rushing to the crown, leaning on the railing, Xiaoxiao rain break, looking up to the sky, and roaring.

"Say!" Zhao Yaoyao looked at Mu Xinran, her eyes lit up.

"If you want to say it, you should say it first." Mu Xinran said angrily.

"Well, it's okay, anyway, if I say it, you'll say it, and I won't suffer." After Zhao Yaoyao heard this, he sat down/body and took a deep breath.

Her excitement had passed, and she was not as excited as before.

Want to name the boy you like?

If you don't say it at this time, then I don't know when I will say it again.

"Okay, I'll just say it, the name of the person I like is ......" Zhao Yaoyao was still a little unwilling, she felt that when she said this name, she felt so lost.

"Say, you just accept your fate, hurry." In fact, at this time, Mu Xinran's heart was also bulging.

She didn't expect that one day, when she thought that a girl who was a princess would also like boys, how perfect this boy would be.

What kind of perfect boy must be in the world to be able to win the heart of Princess Da Song?

Mu Xinran didn't know, but it was precisely because she didn't know that at this time, her heart was itching like being scratched by a cat.

But Mu Xinran is Mu Xinran, even though she is so eager to know, her appearance does not show the slightest flaw.

This is a skill that Mu Xinran learned in the medical club in the United States.

That is, if there is one thing, no matter how urgent your heart is, as long as you show that nothing happened, you can stand on the same level as the other party and have a normal dialogue, which can relax the opponent's spirit and thus "talk" with you.

Originally, for good friends, Mu Xinran didn't bother to do anything intriguing.

However, she was so concerned about Zhao Yaoyao's affairs that she unconsciously used such a method.

In his heart, Mu Xinran could only pray for Zhao Yaoyao to forgive him.

And Zhao Yaoyao is in front of his good friends, so naturally he won't play any petty things.

At this time, seeing his good friend's calm and breezy appearance, he was not annoyed, but was very happy that Mu Xinran did not "care about his matter" very much.

If Mu Xinran cared too much about this matter, Zhao Xiaoyao felt ashamed to say such a thing.

Of course, this is just Zhao Yaoyao's own thoughts.

In the world, Mu Xinran couldn't wait to hear who Zhao Xiaoyao liked at this time.

It's just that this woman still looks calm and listens quietly.

I have to say that Mu Xinran's calm appearance is sometimes very deceptive.

It's as cunning as LeBlanc, the famous fraudster of the British Empire.

"The name of the person I like is Zhang Lang, he is a ......" Zhao Yao said the name of the person he liked, and then slowly said the little bit of his acquaintance with Zhang Lang......

even once pulled Zhang Lang in his room and shared a bed with him, such a shameful thing, Zhao Yaoyao said it.

She spoke very slowly and carefully.

It can be seen that Zhao Yaoyao is sincere this time.

Zhao Yaoyao said to herself, and with what she said, she was happy for a while and sad for a while.

However, in Zhao Yaoyao's words, the two words Zhang Lang are always through/through.

It's just that Zhao Xiaoyao didn't see it, Mu Xinran at this time was already stunned.

Zhang Lang?

How can it be!

How so......

What am I going to do and what am I going to do?

Listening to Zhao Yaoyao's words, Mu Xinran knew that this girl had paid her heart to Zhang Lang.

But what about yourself?

How much sincerity do you have in it?

No, that's not right......

Zhao Yaoyao likes Zhang Lang, and he likes ......

Oh my God, what a small chance is that......

What should I say to Zhao Yaoyao?

For a moment, Mu Xinran, who had been calm for more than 20 years, panicked.

It's not just people who are panicking, but even her heart is panicking.

……

"Nine Netherworlds...... Even if it's the Netherworld, I'm going to break in and take a look, Sidrani, right? Zhang Lang cheered himself up.

To be honest, when he saw this ghostly house, Zhang Lang's heart was very confused.

Yes, his heart was disturbed, and at this moment, even Zhang Lang, who had killed thirteen people alone, found that he couldn't keep his calm.

No way, this house is just too weird.

In this uninhabited place, such a strange house appeared.

How does this not feel strange?

Yes, strange indeed.

However, now that the rain is so heavy, if you go further ahead, you don't know where it is, and the back is also the strange forest you just walked through.

And now, whether it is Sidrani's mental state and physical state, or his own mental state and physical state, they have reached a very poor level.

Even though his current Yin Yang Divine Skill has advanced to the height of the fourth layer, after being drenched in such a rain and using his black pupils excessively, Zhang Lang has also reached the point of "running out of oil and drying up" at this time.

Zhang Lang found that after he advanced to the fourth layer of the Yin Yang Divine Skill, the technique of the black pupil became more and more strange.

In the state of black pupils, Zhang Lang found that the consumption of his true qi was ten times that of usual.

In this case, I won't be able to last long in the state of black pupils.

If you hold on for too long, you will have the same situation as before, that is, faint directly.

That's right!

When I fainted, I vaguely saw some light.

It seems to be the light that brought himself and Sidrani to this ghost place where birds don't.

What is that light?

Zhang Lang carried Sidrani to the front of the house and knocked lightly.

"Anyone?"

Zhang Lang asked.

After waiting for a while, there was no one in there to answer.

And that's a natural thing.

Who would be in this place where the rain doesn't stop falling?

And this house is even called "Nine Netherworlds".

Isn't that a name similar to hell?

Squeak-

The rotten door was gently pushed by Zhang Lang and opened directly.

The dust poured down and choked Zhang Lang.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

Zhang Lang coughed non-stop.

He couldn't understand why there was so much dust in such a damp place.

It stands to reason that this place should have wet/wet mud.

Why is it so dry underneath this house?

After Zhang Lang pushed the door open, a stunned scene appeared.

There is nothing in the house......

No, to be exact, what Zhang Lang pushed open was not a door, but a stone stele!

There was an inscription on the stele, which Zhang Lang did not recognize.

"What is this?" Zhang Lang muttered.

"Zhang Lang, you put me down, I'll take a look, I seem to know this word." Sidrany said.

"Huh?" Zhang Lang didn't understand it, the Chinese characters he didn't know, Sidrani actually knew.

Should he say that he is a loner, or that Sidrani is knowledgeable?

When Sidrani came down, he gently wiped the stone tablet and said softly:

"You don't see Kunwu Iron Smelting Flying Smoke, red light and purple gas. The good work counsellor sighed amazingly. The glazed jade box spits lotus light, and the staggered gold ring reflects the sun and the moon. It happened that there was no wind and dust in the world, and fortunately Zhou Fang was a gentleman. Fine/light is dark and blue snake-colored, and the article is a piece of green turtle scales. Non-direct friendship rangers, but also close to heroes. He Yan was abandoned in the middle of the road and drifted to the edge of the ancient prison. Although it is useless to bury it in the dust, it can still soar into the sky night and night......"

"It's a strange word, it looks like the name of a weapon." Zhang Lang listened to Sidrani's poem and moaned his chin.

"Well, I think so, this should be the small seal left by your Huaguo during the Warring States Period, I have read the books of the pre-Qin period of Huaguo, but I didn't expect it to rush today." Sidrani sighed a little.

"Huh? Sidrani, look, there seems to be a handprint here. Zhang Lang pointed to the bottom of the text, "In addition to the handprint, there is also a line of small letters...... I know this...... Waiting for someone who is destined? What is this? Zhang Lang asked suspiciously.

"I don't know...... Sidrani shook her head, she can only say that she knows a limited amount of Chinese culture, and her understanding of seal style is just a coincidence.

"It's terrible, I thought I would be able to shelter from the rain under one roof, but I didn't expect to open / the door, there was only a weird big stone monument." Zhang Lang smiled bitterly.

Sidrani also sighed softly, and he was still freezing.

Zhang Lang was still unwilling, looking at the handprint, it seemed to be about the same size as his own hand, and he put his right hand on it.

"Boom—"

With a loud bang, the stele turned upside down.

Accompanied by a loud noise, there is also the roar of the dragon.

"There is a sword-Longquan-"

The faint bell resounded through the valley, like the tone of the Qin people.