"I don't cut off my hands!"

The young man who groaned in pain burst into tears, groaning in pain and speaking loudly.

He didn't know if it was because he was too excited, or because the injury was too painful, and now he trembled, and the voice came out between his teeth, and the muscles of his cheeks were trembling.

This man never dreamed that he would fall into such a situation because he touched the river.

At that time, he saw that Song Qingxiao did not see anything unusual, if he had known that this water was so powerful, he would not dare to probe his hands to kill.

Thinking of this, the young man couldn't help but feel a sense of resentment in his heart, and Song Qingxiao proposed to cut off his hand again, so he was even more resentful.

"I ...... I'm definitely not going to chop my hands! His eyes were red, and he shouted at Song Qing with a crying tone.

Young people are too young and don't know much about life, and they don't know that life is much more important than life.

He was not ruthless enough, Song Qingxiao could see clearly, the demonic qi had already climbed up his arm, and the body of ordinary people could not resist the erosion of the rich demonic qi here.

Fortunately, he only probed into the palm of half of his hand before, if it was the whole hand that went into the water, he would have already attacked his heart with demonic anger at this time, and he would have died with a whimper.

It's just that even if the demonic qi hasn't attacked his heart at this time, he won't be able to last long.

His whole wrist was like a withered branch, and the deformed crystallized palm was several times the size of his wrist, like a fruitful fruit, hanging tremblingly on his head, hanging at a strange angle, as if it would be broken when the wind blew.

A hint of cunning flashed in Uncle Xiang's eyes, but he shook his head with a pretended sadness on his face:

"This, how can this man's hand be cut off? Miss Song, if it was Pinluo who was injured at this time, would you also cut off his hand? ”

He still didn't give up and wanted to force Song Qingxiao to make a move.

It's a pity that his little trick is not enough to watch in front of Song Qingxiao.

The young man's miserable situation and crying could not move her, after Uncle Xiang said this, Pinluo turned his head to look at her a little at a loss, but Song Qingxiao did not frown, and said lightly:

"No matter who it is, at this point, it can only be saved by breaking its wrist."

This answer is not what Uncle Xiang wants to hear, his face is gloomy:

"Is there no other way?"

"Nope." Song Qingxiao shook his head.

Uncle Xiang is pressing step by step:

"Then why were you able to put your hand in the water before? Why is there nothing at all? He stood up, leaned forward, glared at one eye, and said in a loud voice:

"Won't you save his life by telling me how you can resist the current?"

He asked several questions in a row, and the atmosphere suddenly tensed.

Except for Pinluo, who was at a loss, the other two were affected by Uncle Xiang, and they were all a little dissatisfied with Song Qingxiao, and they stared at Song Qingxiao angrily at this time, as if she was the culprit.

Song Qingxiao couldn't help sneering, it seemed that she behaved too low-key after getting on the boat, which made this old man take the opportunity to make trouble and wanted to coerce her.

"If you want to know so much, why don't I throw you into the water and come back to save you?"

A flash of sharpness flashed in her eyes, and she put her hand on the string of the ship, and spoke softly.

When Uncle Xiang was in Jiulong Cave before, he threatened the young man who spoke if he didn't agree with him, and he would throw people into the river and leave them to fend for themselves.

But I didn't expect that at this time, when feng shui took turns, and I was going to be threatened.

His gaze touched Song Qingxiao, and he saw that she looked lazy, but it didn't seem like she was joking with him.

Her eyes were black and white, and her eyes were clear, like two cold springs, and when her gaze was opposite his, a chill rose from the soles of her feet, making him shiver instinctively.

This little girl doesn't just talk about it!

This thought welled up in Uncle Xiang's heart, and his face was cloudy, as if there was a fierce battle going on in his heart.

The confrontation between the two made the other three people dare not breathe, and after a while, Uncle Xiang snorted coldly and turned his head as if he had finally made a decision.

The dispute ended with him admitting defeat in disguise, but everyone understood that this matter was not over.

As he spoke, the ship had moved in the direction of the fog.

This mist has been condensed on the Nine Springs all year round, and the strength of the Yin Qi is really terrifying.

There seems to be a strange attraction in the fog, and when the boat is only ten meters away from the dense fog, it can even attract the boat closer without a few people paddling.

According to Uncle Xiang, the legendary Yulun Realm is behind this thick fog, and there is a group of 'people' living in it, and what kind of people these people are, everyone is not clear.

In the complicated mood of several people, who were either speculating, uneasy, or expectant, the boat was quickly engulfed in the fog and sailed into the fog.

The further you go in, the thicker the fog becomes, almost to the point where you can't see your fingers.

The surroundings were extremely quiet, and even the faintly audible dripping sound in the outer Jiuquan Lake could not be heard, and at this time, people's five senses were magnified to the extreme.

A few people could only vaguely know that the bottom of the boat was silently rowing the water and moving forward.

The thick fog came to the face, squirming on the face, hair tips and collar, and soon turned into cold water vapor and flowed downward, like a worm wriggling and crawling over, bringing a slight itch and stinging pain everywhere it went, and after a while, this itch turned into an unbearable feeling, but people did not dare to reach out to scratch, and they felt even more depressed and uncomfortable.

What is disturbing is not only this strange and dark environment, but also the unknown imagination in the darkness, which is the most terrifying.

No one knows what's under the water, especially Song Qingguo, the water of the nine springs is fine, the problem is something at the bottom of the lake, and the uncovered edge of the boat is even more unsettling.

In the strange silence, several people seemed to feel that there were monsters under the water, and perhaps a pair of eyes were staring coldly at the people on the boat, and in the next moment, the current of the water carrying the boat forward might pull the boat down, and then the water overflowed and swallowed the boat.

All the people on the boat can't escape, and they may die in this water, just like those who couldn't get out after entering the Nine Dragons Cave, and become a new group of missing people!

These mist can block people's vision, but they can't stop Song Qingxiao's divine sense.

In the darkness, she noticed that Pinro was moving his body cautiously, trying to lean in her direction, but she was afraid that the movement would be too loud and attract the attention of others.

The young man was frightened by his own inner imagination, and like a frightened bird, instinctively moved closer to what he felt safe.

Song Qingxiao had promised to save his life, in fact, even if he sat still, she had the confidence to protect him, at this time, sensing his small movements, knowing that he was panicked, she just didn't notice it at the moment, and let him squeeze over.

He may have wanted to reach out and take her arm, but after a moment's hesitation, he didn't dare to do so.

After touching her arm and sensing her breath, I probably felt much safer, and finally stopped moving.

Song Qingxiao's divine sense sensed that about two miles ahead, there were more than a dozen breaths, which should be what Uncle Xiang said, the 'person' who lived in seclusion.

At this moment, the injured young man's breath became weaker and weaker, and after about half an hour, the fog in front of him began to become thinner, and Uncle Xiang, who had not made a sound, suddenly spoke:

"It's coming!"

His tone was a little excited, and he woke up several silent young people at once.

Hearing that they were going to the legendary Yulun Realm, several people couldn't help but be a little excited.

'Knock knock-'

With the sound of the trio's heartbeats, the ship cut through the mist, and finally saw a shadowy silhouette in front of it, which looked like a building, but unfortunately it was not very clear.

Pinluo, who was sitting next to Song Qingxiao before, involuntarily stood up with the string of the boat, and his action caused the boat to shake slightly, so frightened that he hurriedly bent his waist half again, not daring to move at will.

The other half-embraced companion also stretched his neck to look, even if there was a fog barrier, but he couldn't help but widen his eyes to see the legendary figure who lived here.

"They're already waiting for us at the Nine Springs." Uncle Xiang rubbed his hands, wishing that he could make the boat faster.

Because of Song Qingxiao's joining, the three young people who entered the Nine Dragons Cave for the first time on the boat felt depressed, as well as this gloomy uncle.

He felt vaguely uneasy, and always felt that because of Song Qingxiao's arrival, it might cause some bad variables.

So deep down, he was actually looking forward to arriving at the Yulun Realm as soon as possible and throwing out this disaster.

The two young men were also a little excited, and even the injured and dying young man widened his eyes, wanting to see the legendary 'fairyland'.

The boat slowly sailed out of the fog, and the short distance of dozens of meters seemed to be a little more anxious for the few people on the boat than when they were in the Nine Dragons Cave before.

After the fog cleared, the surrounding scenery gradually became clear, and everyone seemed to have strayed into the legendary Taoyuan Wonderland, and their eyes widened at the moment.

On both sides of the water waves, the mountains are stacked and towering into the clouds, all of which are exquisite and beautiful.

The two mountain ranges surrounding the Nine Dragon Caves look from the bottom up, like two 'C'-shaped palms, the fingertips are opposite, merging with each other, forming a circle that encompasses the hold, protecting this piece of Yulun Void Realm inside.

A layer of light smoke floating on the water seemed to be disturbed by the intruding ship, and began to slowly rise and fall.

Under the verdant mountainside, you can see rows of antique houses, which are not densely arranged, giving people a sense of tranquility beyond the world.

There is no wind, no rain, no sun and no cold, as if the climate is very pleasant, take a deep breath, as if you can still faintly smell the faint fragrance of flowers.

As soon as people enter here, they seem to have been washed away from the vulgar atmosphere of the outside world, and they do not hear the noise or noise.

At this time, it was not dark, and at the end of the lake there was a dock, stacked on top of each other, and the long pavilion was erected from the lake, like a garden, leading to the houses at the rear.

Two crooked peach trees are planted by the lake, and the flowers are in full bloom at this time, and the fragrance is overflowing.

At the dock where the boat was parked, there were already about eleven or two people standing at this time, most of them dressed in the same way, wearing navy blue cardigans and dark long skirts wrapped around their waists.

Uncle Xiang's coming this time was no accident, these people should have known that he would arrive at this time, and they were waiting for him here at this time.

Song Qingxiao's eyes were sharp, and he was far away, but he could still see that the people who were waiting for Uncle Xiang here were all men, of different ages.

"This, is this the Yulun Realm, Uncle Xiang?" The young man who was surrounded by his accomplices only felt that his eyes were not enough, and he kept looking around.

Compared with the gloomy Nine Dragon Caves, the evil gate and the strange Nine Springs, this place lives up to the name of fairyland, the mist on the water, and the exquisite pavilions and lofts in the distance, all give people a feeling of climbing into a fairyland.

Several of the people sitting in the boat had a sense of inhibition at this place, as if their presence represented a kind of filth that would defile the spirit of the place.

The young man who spoke was deeply afraid of disturbing the people who lived here, and subconsciously lowered his voice.

"Hmm." Uncle Xiang couldn't hold back his excitement and nodded.

The young man who was eroded by the demonic qi couldn't help but cheer up a little at this time, probably because he had entered the fairy land, and he was convinced of Uncle Xiang's previous words that the 'immortals' here would save his life, a glimmer of hope flashed in his eyes, and he struggled to sit up straight, suppressing the moaning sound that surged into his throat.

His accomplices hugged him and leaned in the direction of Uncle Xiang, and a few people whispered quietly, leaving Song Qingxiao and Pinluo to sit on the other side.

After the boat entered this place, it seemed to be infected with the leisurely and peaceful atmosphere of the fairyland, and the speed of progress was also a little slower.

As soon as Uncle Xiang entered here, he was not in a hurry as if the big thing had been decided, but talked to the two young juniors, but raised his eyelids from time to time and secretly looked at Song Qingxiao's expression.

Pinluo looked a little uneasy, because of his familiarity with Song Qingxiao, he was excluded by the two accomplices and Uncle Xiang at some point, and he could no longer integrate into the collective of these people.

When he saw two familiar friends approaching Uncle Xiang and whispered about the 'immortals' in the fairyland, their habits, and some rules for speaking and doing things, he showed a little struggle on his face, hesitated for a long time, but finally did not get up, and still sat beside Song Qingxiao.

As the ship moved forward, he had already seen the group of people standing at the dock, but through the fog, he could not see clearly whether it was a man or a woman, only a group of people in dark dresses, standing straight and quiet, seeing the ship, and perhaps seeing the extra people on board, but he was not surprised, neither greeting nor reprimanding, so calm that it made my scalp tingle.

"Why don't I feel right?" The young man glanced around, tilted his face, as if he wanted to rest his head on Song Qingxiao's shoulder, and then moved his lips, so that Song Qingxiao could only hear the voice carefully.

He's smart, but of course there's something wrong here!

A smile flashed in Song Qingxiao's eyes, and when she heard this, she didn't raise her head, but only asked:

"What time is it?"

Pinro was a little surprised when she heard her ask.

When he was in Heishui River before, he had already talked to Song Qing, and the magnetic field in the Nine Dragons Cave was special, and all modern facilities could not be used when they entered this place.

When he was in the Nine Dragons Cave, an accomplice had already tried it once, and the mobile phone he was carrying did fail, and Song Qingxiao could see it clearly at that time, why did he still ask such a question at this time?

The young man's question flashed through his mind, but then he realized that her question was not quite right.

At this time, under the crisis, he is not as good as Uncle Xiang's old and spicy vision, and he can see the extraordinaryness of Song Qingxiao.

But with his intuition, he vaguely felt that it was indeed more reassuring to follow Song Qingxiao, especially after getting close to her before, he could see that he could still sleep peacefully in the Nine Dragon Grottoes.

Not to mention that when she was in Jiuquan, she saved herself once.

At this time, she may have other intentions when she asked such a question.

The young man frowned and pondered, and thought about her words twice in his heart: "What time is it?" ”

What time? What time?

He thought about it for a while, but a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, remembering that his accomplices had asked about the time several times, and even Uncle Xiang had talked about the time.

When talking about time for the first time, it was Song Qingxiao who replied, what did she say?

At that time, his friend asked how long it would take to enter the Kowloon Caves, and she said, 'About three hours.' ’

The time for the boat to enter the Kowloon Cave is at half past three in the afternoon, and three hours after entering the Nine Dragon Caves, it should be at half past six in the afternoon.

Later, he fell asleep unconsciously, and when he woke up, he was awakened by Uncle Xiang's loud roar, and he said that it was just in time to wake up a few people and start rowing forward.

Although the Nine Dragons Cave is extremely dark and I don't know how time passes, Uncle Xiang also said later in the Nine Springs that every night, part of the water in the second half of the Nine Dragons Cave will flow upstream, filling the Nine Springs.

At this time, when the boat sails along the water, it can find the opportunity to truly enter the Nine Dragon Caves.

At midnight, it's between eleven and one o'clock in the morning, which means that the approximate time should be in the early hours of the morning.

At this time, the young man finally sorted out the time relationship, and also understood the intention of Song Qingxiao's question.

If it was already the middle of the night, it would have been dark in this small lake, but although it was dark, it was indeed not dark, and it was only about six or seven o'clock in the evening.

There was a serious problem with the time difference!

When the young man figured out this layer, he was suddenly frightened, his hair stood upside down, and he looked at this fairyland like a ghost domain at the moment.

"This, this should be now," he said, his mouth was dry, and he couldn't even speak a complete sentence, "...... It's not dawn yet, three, three or four? ”

"About half past two, to be exact."

Song Qingxiao had always kept in mind the passage of time, and the starlight formed a sign to guide the way at about twelve o'clock in the night, and several people entered the land of Nine Springs after two hours.

After a moment's delay in it, half an hour passed through the fog.

So the specific time at this time should be around half past two in the morning, definitely not more than three o'clock, but in this Yulun Realm, it is not dark at this time-

It's so interesting!

"It can't reach the sky, and it doesn't touch the ground—it's not controlled, it's outside the Three Realms, and it's all in its own right-" Uncle Xiang said at the time, and the original meaning was here.

This situation is somewhat similar to when Song Qingxiao entered the Lost City.

In other words, the rumored Yulun Wonderland is very likely to be separated from the real outside world and belongs to the 'other world' in a certain sense.