"Miss Ling, who did you learn your martial arts from?"

Situ Qianchen suddenly opened his mouth, and completely pulled Ling Jiantong back from the nymphomaniac's thoughts, she was stunned, only remembering that Mu Jinghong had also doubted her, after all, the previous Ling Jiantong was extremely weak, and could only chant poetry, play the piano or something, where was it related to the habits of the rivers and lakes.

"Well, this ...... Actually, I just want to learn some martial arts to defend myself, General Situ, you didn't grow up in the deep boudoir compound, you don't know the danger at all, if I don't want to find a way to protect myself, then I may not be alive now. ”

When Ling Jiantong said this, Situ Qianchen still looked at her calmly, and the depth in his eyes was like a whirlpool, so that Ling Jiantong couldn't see through or touch what he was thinking.

After being silent for a long time, Situ Qianchen moved his gaze back to the fish in his hand.

Ling Jiantong was afraid that Situ Qianchen would be suspicious of him, so he wanted to explain more clearly: "General Situ, I really ......"

"Miss Ling, it's abrupt, I just feel that Miss Ling has become different from before."

Mu Jinghong also once said so.

Ling Jiantong pursed his lips and blurted out, "Then does General Situ like me now, or me before?" ”

As soon as he said it, Ling Jiantong regretted it.

This kind of thing should only be said between couples.

Situ Qianchen had few words, but now he was asked by Ling Jiantong's words, and he didn't say a word for a long time.

The more silent it was, the more awkward the atmosphere became, and Ling Jiantong only felt that his whole body was like a fish in Situ Qianchen's hand, and he was tormented and shy by the fire.

The rubbing of both hands was a little red.

It wasn't until Situ Qianchen put the fragrant grilled fish in front of her that Ling Jiantong came back to her senses, raised her eyes to look at the cold man, and stammered for a while: "General Situ, I'm ...... I didn't mean that. ”

"And what do you mean?" Mu Jinghong's voice suddenly came from the top of his head, which really frightened Ling Jiantong.

Before the fish in his hand was steady, he was snatched away by Mu Jinghong, Cheng Biting Jin, and opened his mouth to take a bite.

Obviously, it was Situ Qianchen who roasted the fish for her, and once it was taken away by others, where did Ling Jiantong not hate.

"Hey, this is my fish, why are you eating it?!"; Ling Jiantong Huo Ran stood up, his eyes widening.

Mu Jinghong's narrow eyes were half-narrowed, enjoying the fragrance of fish, and his tone became more and more lazy: "Eyes, are you reasonable?" You have to say that your grilled fish skills are first-class, and Shengsheng pulled us out of the restaurant and into this wilderness, I waited for so long, I was so hungry that my eyes were full of Venus, can't I eat this fish? Or ......"

As he spoke, his eyes caught a glimpse of Situ Qianchen sitting on the side: "Or is it because this is baked by the second brother, so you ......"

"Nonsense!" Ling Jiantong immediately denied it, and his heart was so weak.

Mu Jinghong chewed the fragrant fish meat on the one hand, and looked at Ling Jiantong, whose face began to flush in front of him, and inadvertently poured a basin of cold water on her: "Eyes, you persuade you not to beat my second brother's idea, a person like him who doesn't understand the amorous feelings, he can only be tolerated by Xue Kite, it's a pity that ......"

"Can't a fish stop you?" The cold words were like an invisible cold knife, and they immediately sewed Mu Jinghong's mouth tightly.

Snow kites?

This name kept appearing in Ling Jiantong's mind, Mu Jinghong just thought it was boring, shrugged his shoulders, and turned around with the grilled fish and walked under the big tree: "It's been so long, don't talk about it." ”

Situ Qianchen sat beside the stone, the dancing flames shone in the depths of his eyes, Ling Jiantong could see clearly, at this time his eyes were not as cold as before, as if there was something more, sentimental...... And tenderness......

He really has too many secrets in him.

In less than half a day, they had reached the Netherworld.

Mu Jinghong leisurely shook the folding fan in his hand in front, and walked this sheep intestine path with ease, without any nervous expression, it was leisurely like walking in his own backyard.

This bamboo forest was unusually quiet, and there was not even the usual sound of birds, which was a precursor to danger for Ling Jiantong, who was an agent.

"General Situ, this bamboo forest is very strange, let's be careful."

There was no need for Ling Jiantong to remind, Situ Qianchen had already noticed the abnormality, and with a casual glance in his spare eyes, he had already seen a lot of dead soldiers lurking around, and seven, seven, eight, and eight had to be fifteen or sixteen people in total.

Mu Jinghong in front of him was walking, but he suddenly touched something under his feet, and only heard two crisp sounds of "click", and the already solemn atmosphere became even more silent and terrifying.

Ling Jiantong frowned, and shouted with disgust: "Mu Jinghong, what did you encounter?" ”

As soon as the words fell, an overwhelming shadow suddenly fell from the sky!

The withered yellow bamboo leaves were swept up by the breeze, which immediately disturbed the vision, and Ling Jiantong squinted his eyes, and could only see a large net with a fishing knife and a cold light that made people unable to open their eyes......

Ling Jiantong subconsciously reached out to block the falling net, but only the mesh that had been broken into pieces was ushered in.

The sound of swords and swords sounded in his ears one after another, and Ling Jiantong looked at it again, and the big net had been torn apart and lying pitifully on the ground at some point, and Situ Qianchen and Mu Jinghong around him had already fought with those dead soldiers who came out of the shadows.

Although Mu Jinghong is a kung fu with fists and embroidered legs, the folding fan he uses to flirt with girls on weekdays is full of murderous spirit, not to mention Situ Qianchen on the side, a fight has such a handsome effect.

Before Ling Jiantong could make a move, the fifteen or sixteen dead soldiers had already suffered casualties.

"You are no match for us at all, so instead of risking your lives here, you might as well leave your life and go back and report to your valley master." A smile spread out in the corners of Mu Jinghong's eyes, looking like a cunning fox.

Sure enough, the people who can become the valley masters of the Netherworld Valley are not stingy people.

After a while, they were invited into the Netherworld.

At first, Ling Jiantong thought that the Netherworld Valley was just a group of wild women living in a cave, but the moment he stepped into the valley, Ling Jiantong's mind suddenly appeared in the Valley of the Condor Heroes' Heartlessness, which was really more than that.

This Netherworld Valley is full of women, and there has never been a man, except for the buildings and palaces, the places where you can settle are planted with strange flowers and plants.

Maybe it's because I watched the Condor Heroes too many times when I was a child, Ling Jiantong had a general pain of being pierced by a desperate flower as soon as she stepped into the flowers, and ordinary people walked forward well, but she was the only one, like a flea, grinning and jumping around among the flowers.

Finally arrived at the main hall, and the moment Ling Jiantong's feet jumped on the floor, his heart suddenly relaxed a lot.

There were no other furnishings in the main hall, except for a spacious brocade couch, on which lay a delicate woman dressed in red, with her back to them.

Judging from the back alone, this figure is enough to make any man in the world want to get into trouble.

Ling Jiantong couldn't help lowering his eyes, his eyes changed from a horse Pingchuan's chest to not slender legs, and sure enough, what he said was right, people are more popular than people.

"The valley master." The dead man who led the way said respectfully.

The delicate woman did not turn around, but moved her slender wrist, and the dead man withdrew.

There were only four of them left in the main hall of the University.

A pervert, a senseless general, a seductive goblin, and a stickman with no sense of existence.

The folding fan closed slightly, and Mu Jinghong really smiled and spoke: "Is it the valley master of the Netherworld Valley, the red-faced girl?" ”

A pervert is a pervert, and he can't wait to say hello so soon.

Ling Jiantong rolled her eyes, thinking that the delicate woman would not pay attention to him, but who knows, the woman actually turned over, a pair of eyes that were no less beautiful than Ling Jiantong's eyes, with a hint of flattery, staring at Mu Jinghong naked, that look, that smile, it was simply eating people without spitting out bones.

"I didn't expect that Gongzi Jinghong would recognize me?"

With this voice, Ling Jiantong was about to lose half of his bones, let alone Mu Jinghong.

"The appearance of the lord of the Hongyan Valley is unique in the world, who doesn't know, who doesn't know?"

Lying on the couch on her side, her red cheeks covered the corners of her lips with her red gauze sleeves, and the laughter like silver bells echoed in the main hall.

"The mouth of the son of Jinghong is really worthy of his reputation, no wonder even the maids in my valley who are not close to men are fascinated by you to death, good skills."

Mu Jinghong heard that Hongyan was saying something, last time he sneaked into the Netherworld Valley and seduced a maid, only to learn where the fork-tailed cat was.

Mu Jinghong couldn't help laughing: "How can I be so powerful, the lord of Hongyan Valley is joking." ”

Hongyan slowly smiled, and with a glance of his eyes, he froze in a dark corner in the main hall, and a slight sigh inadvertently appeared in his eyes: "I'm not joking, you see, my personal maid, isn't she just looking at you there?" ”

The three of them looked up along Hongyan's line of sight, and Ling Jiantong immediately covered her mouth that wanted to scream, she had seen a lot of dead people on weekdays, but it was the first time she had seen it, it was so terrifying.

Above the main hall is not the ceiling, but there is a grid similar to a bookshelf, and in each compartment, a pale girl is placed, some of them have frightened and abrupt eyes, some of them smile like a mystery, some of them have been cut by the blade of a knife, and they have become hideous and terrifying, and there are ......

These dozens of heads, all with different expressions.

Mu Jinghong's eyes were deep, and the five fingers under the sleeves gradually clenched, and he saw the familiar face, although she was already covered with knife scars, and her eyes widened uncontrollably.

Mu Jinghong can imagine how tragic she died at that time and how painful it was.

He was the one who hurt her.