At this moment, Wu Feng felt that his body was a little soft, it was an indescribable sense of detachment, and the things in his head seemed to be emptied, he looked around in a panic, moving forward like a walking corpse, and shouted in his mouth as he walked: "Little Yellow...... Little Yellow ...... Where are you? Don't scare me, Xiaohuang, come out quickly......"

shouted for a while and didn't respond, only his own echo echoed in the empty corridor, making people feel a sense of lonely frustration, the ground is a thick layer of broken arrows, more than three fingers thick, Wu Feng every time he moves a step, those broken arrows will make a "bang" sound, the more he goes, Wu Feng's heart is more heavy, he keeps reminding himself in his heart, Xiao Huang must be fine, it has experienced so many winds and waves with him, how can he die in such a road that does not see the light of day? No, absolutely not! Xiao Huang couldn't just die like this.

Now Wu Feng has nothing left in his mind, only a little yellow, how he hopes that it can survive, even if it is to die by himself, I don't know since when, the yellow-haired monkey is no longer a monkey-like storage in his heart, it is his friend, but also his own relatives, like a master and a senior brother.

After walking like this for a while, when there was still a distance of seven or eight zhang from the place where he touched the mechanism, suddenly, Wu Feng heard a slight sound again, and suddenly his whole body became tense again, could it be that there are other organs in this corridor?

This mechanism of ten thousand arrows is already nowhere to hide, if there are other mechanisms, it is a little too incredible, the person who designed this road must be so vicious, it is unimaginable.

However, this time, he held the Seven-Star Dragon Yuan Sword in his hand and waited for a while, but he didn't wait for any mechanism, and the sound just now didn't seem to be a sound made by the machine, but more like a wheezing sound from some kind of animal.

After pricking up his ears and listening for a while, Wu Feng's heart beat violently again, because this sound was most likely made by Xiao Huang, which proved that it was not dead.

Thinking of this link, Wu Feng immediately shouted in a trembling voice: "Little Huang...... Yellow, is that you? Hurry up and respond. ”

"Squeak"

What I didn't expect was that after Wu Feng's shout, there was really a response, not far in front, a pile of remnant arrows turned around, and then a familiar figure stood up, who is it not Xiao Huang?

It first touched its head, glanced around a little blankly, and finally its eyes fell on Wu Feng, grinning at Wu Feng.

As soon as he saw the smirk of the yellow-haired monkey, Wu Feng's reserved tears didn't hold back, and rolled down, he ran over in a few steps, hugged the yellow-haired monkey, and kissed the yellow-haired monkey twice, and said angrily: "You dead monkey!" Why didn't you respond when I called you so loudly just now? Are you trying to scare me to death? ”

The yellow-haired monkey squeaked and pointed to the place where he had just gotten up, which meant that he had been lying there just now, Wu Feng immediately walked over, and immediately wondered, why did this yellow-haired monkey have nothing to do at all? So he took a closer look at the remnants of the arrows on the ground.