Saori Aizawa, this Japanese bitch, is really fucked up.

She herself was set up by the high priest who was the incarnate Professor Chen, and when she arrived, she actually poured this evil breath on me.

Although her precious piece of torn paper is indeed written in praise of my merits, then it can't be counted on my head, right?

Just now, if Bai Yi hadn't slapped this girl in the mouth, maybe I would have been confused by her charm now.

This flattering skill is really powerful, it is a very domineering hypnotism, and it can only be controlled by Saori Aizawa.

Of course, this Aizawa Saori wants to use her charm to control me, and she must not just want me to pump herself a few mouths to relieve her anger, but I'm afraid that she just wants me to cut myself in front of her to be able to get faster

In the final analysis, this Aizawa Saori still has a fierce and vicious and perverted and shameless character in his bones, and it will be a scourge to keep this sassy fox after all.

Thinking about it in my heart, I couldn't help but feel murderous again.

Although Bai Yi just stopped her just so that Aizawa Saori would not come forward to find hardship, but this effort, my heart was already completely angered by what Aizawa Saori did, so I thought that I would rather go against Bai Yi's will and let this Japanese girl lie here on the spot.

I have a secret strength in my hand, and I am ready to take advantage of the situation that the big guy is unprepared, and I will break out and make trouble, and go up to the chest to slap the Aizawa Saori a heart-piercing cold.

But at this moment, Brother Mao, who had been silent for a long time, staring at him like a big-eyed thief who was in constant fear, suddenly opened his mouth and shouted.

"There are people!"

Brother Mao didn't say anything, and at the same time as he shouted, the thing staggered backwards and crashed into the crowd.

At this moment, the attention of the big guys was attracted by Brother Mao, and everyone suddenly tensed their nerves and looked in the direction that Brother Mao shouted to face.

Brother Mao shouted and fell into the crowd, and his arm kept stretching out to the side of the giant figure and pointing at it.

I couldn't stop babbling in my mouth.

"There's somebody, there's somebody, there's somebody"

It's just that although this Mao brother's panicked appearance is really credible, I stared at the direction of his finger for a long time, not to mention the human figure, not even a ghost.

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

This Mao brother stumbled into the pile of people, and happened to fall into the arms of the two big poles.

These two big poles also stared at Wang Bayan and looked in the direction of his finger for a long time, but they also didn't find anything.

This kung fu reacted, and the two big poles were scolding and scolding at the same time, and they pushed Brother Mao away.

"Someone really floated past"

This Mao brother was pushed away by the two big poles, his face was still miserable, and he took two steps back into the crowd, and he was still busy chattering nonsense.

It's just that, hearing this thing say this, my brows suddenly furrowed.

What is the meaning of "swish" and floated past?

Could it be that this old idea is really fucking unsuccessful?

Of course, if it is left on weekdays, on the side of the road, if Brother Mao dares to be so nonsense, then I will designate him to slap him with a big mouth.

But in this realm, even though there is a giant statue of me, it is very likely that Xi Jing is hiding here.

But the gloomy and dark environment around me didn't give me a sense of peace of mind.

At this time, this Mao brother said that he saw a "person" and floated over, although he knew that it was likely to be a hallucination of mental tension on the dog day, but I still didn't treat it carelessly and cautiously, no matter what, I still have to go over to see it first to make me feel at ease, and I still understand this point of prevention.

Thinking of this, I turned my head to look at the crowd a few times, and finally landed on the face of the Persian cat, the leader of the black army.

"Let's go over and have a look."

I raised my chin and spoke to the Persian cat.

Hearing me ask, there was a clear hint of surprise in the Persian cat's eyes.

However, after he glanced at Brother Mao, who was in a panic, he still didn't say anything, just nodded at me, and then walked out in the direction of Brother Mao's finger.

"Be careful"

Seeing that I turned around to go over and take a look, Jasmine behind me whispered to me.

I didn't look back, just nodded slightly, and then followed behind the Persian cat and walked in the direction that Brother Mao had just pointed to see the figure.

Brother Mao's finger just now was on the left hand side of the giant figure.

My giant figure, erected below the Ghost Island, was almost at the top of the huge space we were in now.

The strange characters of the same magnitude are arranged on both sides of the giant figure, carved into the rock wall of this huge space.

And what Brother Mao is referring to is the rock wall on the left hand side of the portrait.

Even if you stand and look at that place, you can't see anything except the rock wall and the huge strange characters carved on it.

It's no wonder that I feel that Brother Mao is talking nonsense and hallucinating.

Soon, the Persian cat and I were walking to the rock wall.

It's just that when I got closer, the look on my face suddenly became strange.

At the same time, when I turned my head to look at the Persian cat next to me, I saw an expression of incredulity and surprise on his face.

I saw it on the rock wall in front of us.

There was a door open.

The door opened half diagonally inward, and because of the angle we were standing at just now, we couldn't see that there was such a door open on the rock wall a hundred and ten meters away.

What made my brow even tighter was that above the edge of the door, I could see a dark red handprint on it.

Standing where we were standing, the mudra looked like it was from a man's left hand.

And, when I went back to look at it, I found something even more surprising, that the handprint was not simply printed on the door, but was embedded in the door one centimeter deep.

This discovery made the corners of my mouth twitch at once, and at this moment, the Persian cat also stepped forward, stretched out his hand and gestured towards the handprint

The Persian cat's palm was not small, but when he stretched out his left hand and compared it with the one embedded in the door, we realized that the one embedded in the door was at least one size larger than his palm