Feng Jiutian was like walking on a piece of ice, poured with grease, he didn't dare to be careless, and if he wasn't careful, he was in danger of falling to the bottom of the abyss. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

He even changed several ways to change his current state of having to move forward, but he failed. Even when he was about to change the way he walked, he almost lost his center of gravity under his feet and immediately gave up.

The ghost path still stretches forward. Feng Jiutian's heart was getting colder and colder, and he felt that as the rhythm of his breathing became faster, his footcloth would inevitably speed up.

"What does that Qiwen squire mean when he pointed to his chest before he died?" Feng Jiutian couldn't help but think.

Suddenly, on the slope about ten zhang away, another mist lingered, and just like before, a few lighter mist began to drift towards that position.

These clouds of mist floated from nowhere. It seemed to appear in mid-air, and it seemed to be condensed by a little dancing mist, and it seemed to spread from the edge of the abyss to the bottom of the abyss, like a green centipede floating out of a thousand legs.

Feng Jiutian couldn't stop walking towards the slope that was shrouded in a few clouds.

Sandwiched with the cold air, a trace of fresh smell wafted out from the fog and poured into Feng Jiutian's nose.

Feng Jiutian inevitably walked into the light mist, and in front of him, a three-foot-wide crack appeared ethereal from the mist.

The cracks are bottomless. At both ends of the fractured cracks on the slope, the convex concave of the canine's teeth is concave and sharp like a sword, like the huge mouth of a large snake, lying horizontally on the slope.

The distance of three feet wide was only a light step for Feng Jiutian. Even if there is a distance of three feet, it is just a light jump for him.

As his body left the ground, Feng Jiutian glanced back at the crack that had already been stepped over by him.

There was no crack in the back, not even a crack in the ramp.

"How could the crack that appeared just now disappear from the slope in this instant?" Feng Jiutian thought to himself, "Are these illusions?" ”

As soon as his left foot touched the ground, he felt the soles of his feet slip, and his right foot involuntarily took a big step forward, controlling the center of gravity of his body.

After he took a big step out with his right foot, he also took a big step with his left foot uncontrollably, and suddenly, Feng Jiutian's forward speed accelerated again.

"It turns out that this ghost path is to take advantage of this to speed up the progress of people or animals." Feng Jiutian thought to himself, "When a large gap appears in front of a person or animal, it will jump over without thinking, and before this jump, the speed will inevitably increase to cope with the width of the crack." After jumping over the crack, due to the increase in momentum, the falling speed will inevitably increase when landing, and the steps of stepping forward and stabilizing the body will increase accordingly, so that the speed is much faster than before. ”

"Old ...... Cheap...... Fish...... You...... At...... Which...... Li ...... "Suddenly, Shen Er's fat man's voice sounded as if in a dream, dragging a long tail note, on the edge of the abyss and on the ghost road, like smoke and drifting around, and it was impossible to tell where the sound came from.

"I'm here." Feng Jiutian shouted loudly.

As soon as his voice fell, he listened to his own voice, which came out like a dream, spreading in all directions in the light mist, and then, his own voice was the same as the voice of Shen Er's fat man just now, dragging a long tail, echoing in the entire abyss-"I...... At...... This...... ......"

The echo sounded ethereal around Feng Jiutian, and he himself couldn't tell where his shout was just now, let alone Shen Er's fat man.

He suddenly stopped speaking.

On Shen Er's fat man's side, there was no longer a voice.

The shouts of the two just now echoed throughout the ghost slope, making people feel that the whole person seemed to be floating in the air, and the whole body was fluttering as if in a dream, which seemed weird and empty.

"I don't know if the second fat is with the old flower." Feng Jiutian thought secretly.

Feng Jiutian's heart moved, he took out a short arrow from his back while walking, pulled out a short knife that sharpened iron like clay between his legs, cut off the arrow, and reached out from his backpack to find the whistle that was usually tied to the pigeon's feet.

He took off the powerful crossbow with his backhand and loosened half of the powerful, tenacious string.

He tore off a placket and tied the whistle to the end of the arrow, and, leaping over a crack four feet wide that had suddenly appeared in the mist, and, after leaping, turned his head to look at the vanished crack behind him, and shot the arrow with the whistle stripped off and into the air before his left foot hit the ground.

The whistle of "...... Huh" dragged on a long tail and sounded on the ghost slope in the abyss.

Feng Jiutian's gaze followed the trajectory of the short arrow.

The arrow shot diagonally into the air, and although the castration was extremely fast, it was no longer as fierce as before the string was released.

Feng Jiutian's eyes, although he followed the crossbow arrows, his afterglow had already included everything in his gaze.

When this arrow turned into a small black dot in the air, in front of the left of the position above Feng Jiutian's head, a black shadow appeared in his afterglow like a dragon in the sky.

This shadow looks very small from a distance, but the momentum is not weak at all, and it does not fall behind at all on the huge abyss.

Feng Jiutian knew that it was a signal sent to him by Shen Er's fat man when he heard the whistle and saw the short arrow. It seems that he has already joined Hwa-chan.

"Hmm......" Feng Jiutian was about to draw out another arrow, then write a good word on the placket, tie it and shoot it to them, when suddenly, Xiao Yu, who had been lying on his chest, whispered softly. Her body, which was originally a little cold, began to heat up in the void on Feng Jiutian's chest.

Feng Jiutian's heart was hot, and a strange impulse slowly rose from the bottom of his heart.

This strange impulse is the same as the kind of longing he had at that time after the voice he made when he first met him in the coffin of the calvary. It was a kind of ecstasy and extravagance. Thinking of this, Feng Jiutian was shocked. But, then, the impulse became even more vigorous, and the vigilance brought by this startling moment was obscured.

"Hmm......" Xiao Qi's voice was even more tempting, and a pair of hands had already begun to squirm on Feng Jiutian's chest.

Feng Jiutian's breathing began to grow rapid.

A faint fragrance was silently diffused in the mist, and with the sound of Xiao Yu's breathing, it pressed Feng Jiutian's inner defense line step by step.

"Xiaoyi, don't move, calm down, there is something strange in this fog." Feng Jiutian stretched out his left hand and pushed away the arm that Xiao Qi had wrapped around his neck.

Xiao Mi's arm was cold, wrapped around Feng Jiutian's neck like a snake, and it had just been pushed away, and in an instant, it caressed his face like a spiritual snake.

The other arm, swimming in Feng Jiutian's arms, was as hot as a bone, caressing his chest, and his nails were like jumping notes, constantly fiddling with them......

"Don't do that!" After Feng Jiutian finished saying this, he bit the tip of his tongue, and a tingling pain penetrated into his heart, temporarily suppressing the surging heart. (To be continued.) )