The dark night's shallow expression became subtle: "......"

Faint...

Faint, Xie Wan'er, it won't be what she thinks, right?

Xie Wan'er laughed slightly, a little weird and mysterious, and said, "What, don't you still want to know now?" ”

Styx quickly adjusted his facial expression, put on a mask of laughter, smiled politely, and replied briskly: "I don't want to, thank you." ”

Rao Xie Wan'er came prepared, and she couldn't help but change her face: "......"

I can't talk anymore this day!

There was a ruffian smile on the shallow lips of the dark night, and she admired Xie Wan'er's splendid, palette face with great interest.

Xie Wan'er proposed the name of Faint at this time, which was nothing more than knowing Faint, or having some unknown relationship with him.

She can even accept that Xie Wan'er is her peer and a tasker, if she is the same as Xie Wan'er, belongs to the same species, and is also a tasker, it just solves the confusion in her heart for so many lifetimes.

Well, she took it all.

So, Xie Wan'er, don't think about her bowing her head and kneeling and licking!

Xie Wan'er didn't expect that the oil and salt in the dark night would not enter, and in this way, she would lose the opportunity, and the initiative was held in the dark night, and she became very passive.

Xie Wan'er's lips moved coldly, and said, "You don't want to know, but I want to tell you!" ”

Xie Wan'er's words are typical after being angry and helpless, there is no use in pretending!

Styx raised his hand to cover his ears: "......"

Don't listen or don't listen, Wang Ba recites the scriptures!

Xie Wan'er held back the killing aura in her heart, took a deep breath, and immediately laughed harshly, and a cold and malicious voice sounded in the laboratory.

"Chaoyan, you should have guessed it, my surname is Qin, and my surname is Qin, the relationship between us"

Xie Wan'er is telling a long story.

And in her mouth, the protagonist of the story is stunned

in the burial chamber.

The door of the thousand-year-old dark iron cell was opened, and the line of high-level supernatural beings imprisoned inside was nowhere to be found.

In the empty tomb, the iron door rolled up the iron rope and jingled in the wind of thousands of years of detention, with a murderous atmosphere.

The black blood bloomed with the poisonous juice of the mandala flower of death, infecting the bluestone ground of the tomb more than 2,000 years ago.

The shattered corpses of the zombies are a sign that they will never wake up again.

The young man's white clothes were stained with black blood.

The fingertips that were as clear as snow were dripping down with black, thick and smelly blood.

He has no weapons, and a pair of hands is his weapon.

Where is it?

Sister, where

Knowing how vicious that woman was, why did he agree to wait for her to come back on the spot?

Sister, don't lie to me, even if you become a monster, you have to live well.

Walk in a labyrinthine of ancient tombs.

Hundreds of millions of years have passed, and this ancient tomb has long since lost its original appearance.

Xie Wan'er, the woman, in the past hundreds of millions of years, has transformed the structure and layout inside, which is strange and familiar to him.

Lighting the bright and extinguishing bronze lamp, the long and dark corridor, as if there is no end, only the sound of his own footsteps echoes, like an ancient giant stepping on the footsteps, the dullness that comes.

The wind in the ancient tomb blew from a distant place, rolling up the coquettish idiot in a certain tomb, and, ambiguous and forbearing.

Stunned, slightly sideways, smiling, full of obedience.

Look, who is this.

Sister's enemy, let's kill it first, huh?

Stunned, smiling, full of obedience.

Look who this is.

Sister's enemy, let's kill it first, huh?

Stunned, he turned on his tiptoes and headed deeper into the tomb

An ambiguous atmosphere in a room.

Xie Bingbing sat on the edge of the bed and buttoned the last button of his clothes, and Su Enchanting hugged him from behind, drawing circles on his chest with his fingertips.

Although this ancient tomb is dominated by Xie Wan'er, the real owner of the zombies is also her.

But Xie Wan'er is used to staying in the laboratory, and generally as long as she doesn't violate her bottom line, Xie Wan'er won't care about everything.