Chapter Seventy-One: Ruling on the Male Battle, the Dragon-patterned Female Dao
The quiet and melodious singing spread throughout the dark cavern, and the tired body and tired spirit gradually recovered. The pen fun pavilion www.biquge.info looked at Huang Rong who was singing seriously, and Su Zheng couldn't help but think of the scene of the grown girl standing on the stage in a fancy costume and singing.
The song fades to an end, and the dark mine is known to be calm again.
A burst of fierce applause rang out from not far away. The sudden sound woke up the intoxicated Su Zheng, and quickly pulled the girl next to him, Su Zheng vigilantly lit a wall of fire in front of the dark corner.
The burly body is 2 meters high, the majestic explosive muscles tightly hold the green armor that emits a faint brilliance on the body, and the dark cloak behind him is windless. With one hand, he held a huge scepter that was the thickness of a girl's waist on the ground. Slowly undid the swarthy helmet that covered the entire head, and beneath the messy hair was a rugged and heroic face.
The black iron helmet on his head and the ruling on his hand brought Su Zheng an incomparable shock, and even if the other party tried to restrain himself, the powerful momentum still shocked the girl hiding behind him to the point that her face turned pale.
"Don't get me wrong," through the raging flames, the warrior made a thunderous sound, and explained Shicai's presumptuous tone in a straightforward tone: "That we didn't mean to eavesdrop, that we happened to pass by, so, this ......"
"Let me explain," a gentle voice came from behind the cloak, and the massive body enveloped everything behind it due to the light. At first glance, it seems that there is only one fighter.
The gentle aura diluted the domineering momentum, and the white robe was draped over a yellow gown, and the emerald green belt tightened the loose outfit, perfectly revealing the slender waist. The petal-like skirt of the lower body reaches the knee level, revealing a pair of slender and white calves.
"Hello, young mage," he smiled slightly and looked at Huang Rong, who was hiding behind Su Zheng and revealing a pair of eyes, the firelight reflected the high hair, and there was a sense of charm and generosity in the nobility and elegance. With a peaceful temperament, the gentle words of the woman in front of her clearly reached Su Zheng Huang Rong's ears: "My name is Su Rou, this big bull is my companion, Bao Longyun..."
"It's the husband......" A heavy male voice came from the side!
Helplessly responding to the man's frolicking response, Taoist priest Su Rou took her husband's hand funny, "Yes, yes, yes, we heard the little girl singing when we were passing by here, it was so good..."
With a slight smile, he said with relief to Huang Rong, who was curious to look at the gentle female Taoist: "Then after you finished singing, Long Yun couldn't help but clap his hands, disturbing your nature, I'm sorry......"
It was true that he didn't feel the slightest malice, whether it was a gentle female Taoist priest or a burly and majestic male warrior, Su Zheng could only feel a sincere admiration and apology, "It's okay, but I'm nervous." For the two people who appeared suddenly, Su Zheng couldn't help but have a good impression. A frank and straightforward warrior and a gentle and graceful Taoist priest are really good helpers for collaborative leveling. However, Su Zheng has a sense of familiarity with the peerless face of the female Taoist, and he sees it every day, but he can't think of where he has seen it.
"Hello little girl," the wall of fire gradually extinguished, and Su Zheng maintained an indistinguishable vigilance against the approach of the two high-level professionals, but he did not refuse the kindness of the other party.
Although he wanted to grow up quickly, in the eyes of more than 30 level professionals, the little mage around level 21 was really a little girl, "What do you call you?" ”
"My name is Huang Rong, and his name is Su Zhen." Although she just asked her name, Huang Rong still brought Su Zhen with her.
"Surname Huang?" The originally gentle expression was slightly anxious, and Su Rou seemed very concerned about the girl's surname, "Then what's your mother's name?" ”
"I was raised as an orphan and never saw my parents." The second time someone asked this question, Huang Rong's answer was still so direct: "I grew up in Beach City. ”
"How can it be so similar, and they are all surnamed Huang," muttered to himself asking this unsolvable question, seeing Huang Rong looking at herself curiously, Su Rou sorted out her chaotic heart, and said: "Your appearance is really too similar to what my sister and I looked like when we were children, I thought..."
Seeing his lover remembering the sad past, the powerful warrior hugged his beautiful wife and comforted him silently.
Seeing that the emotions of the two in front of him were not very high, Su Zheng felt that there was no need to stay here to evoke the sad memories of the other party, so he took Huang Rong's little hand and said to the other party: "I'm sorry, we're leaving, it's nice to meet you." ”
Hearing Su Zheng's words, Su Rou, a Taoist priest who was caught in memory, hurriedly wiped away the tears that flowed down, and sent a reservation to Su Zheng and Huang Rong: "We are going to enter the underground palace, can we team up together?" ”
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Friendships between women are sometimes inexplicable. is like the two babbling Su Rou and Huang Rong behind them.
"Wife, come to a cure, I'm dying", a lifetime of yelling finally pulled the two women back from their interest in chatting.
As a mage, Su Zheng didn't need to replenish his blood at all times, so he could boldly take Huang Rong to break into the monster-filled Demon Sealing Mine. At this moment, he was led by two high-ranking professionals to quickly cross the Demon Sealing Mining Area, walk through the rugged road, and reach the Wind Hall crowded with black maggots and black and red wild boars.
The density of monsters exceeded Su Zheng's estimate, and it was obviously an unreliable bad idea for a level 28 mage with a level 21 or so mage to come to the underground palace of the Sealed Demon Valley to level up.
Relying too much on the habitual thinking when playing the game, I always thought that the mage who came out of the wall of fire would usher in his own spring in the land where wild boars gathered. At this moment, looking at the warrior wearing a black iron helmet, a green necklace around his neck, and 2 Yama gloves, 1 skeleton and 1 dragon ring on his hand, resisting the tide-like monster in embarrassment, Su Zheng couldn't help but be sober up for agreeing to Su Rou's decision.
"Summoning a Divine Beast..."The gentle woman held a curved dragon pattern sword in her hand, and five yellow amulets of brilliance flowed in front of her, turning into Dao Streamers in the blink of an eye, and a soul-shocking roar resounded through this underground palace.
"Roar~" The pale yellow orc stood up, and suddenly a blazing flame suddenly shot out at the crowded monster in front of him, "Whew... Whew......"
"Healing~" The tender white palm sprinkled a piece of starlight towards the fighting warriors in front of him, and with a crisp sound, the shallow wound on Bao Longyun's arm healed quickly.
"Ghost Shield...", "Holy Warframe..."