Chapter 538

It looks very abrupt.

Zhan Hanjue walked over and reached out and tapped on the plasterboard, making an empty sound inside. With a hard push, the plasterboard slid to the side.

There is also an exterior wall outside, but the exterior wall is sewn with nanmu wood, which looks very strong.

The corridor between the inner and outer walls is pitch black inside.

Zhan Hanjue turned on the flashlight of his mobile phone and stretched into the black corridor, only to see that the corridor was composed of one step at a time, with a total width of only thirty centimeters, and normal people could not walk freely at all.

Zhan Hanjue's face turned slightly pale, and the hair in his palm was like a fire that burned his internal organs.

"President." The sound of Jincao appeared in time.

The Lord of Frost turned around slowly.

This chestnut hair was found in the corridor by Jincao. Could it be that she lives in the corridor?

So is she still a normal person?

A trace of doubt appeared in Jincao's eyes, but when he saw the hair leaking from the president's fingers, Jincao realized.

"President, I will definitely help you rescue her." Jincao said solemnly.

Jincao saw that the president's body trembled violently, and his lips were bloodless. Not only are there huge concerns.

"Jincao......" Zhan Hanjue suddenly grabbed Jincao's arms excitedly, "Find her, save her!" ”

It didn't take long for Zhan Hanjue to feel weak and weak, thinking that maybe he had suffered too much insomnia recently, and his body would have these bad symptoms. He didn't think much about it, but lay down on the bed and slept in his clothes.

Jincao waited for the president for a while, and when he saw the president's frowning, a touch of distress flashed in Jincao's eyes.

Helped Zhan Hanjue to sit on the chair, and thoughtfully poured him a cup of hot tea, "President, drink a cup of tea to suppress the shock." ”

Zhan Hanjue took it, leaned his neck and drank it all.

It was pitch black in his vision, but with Jincao's intuition, he could feel the people around him.

Jincao took out his mobile phone and turned on the flashlight, which was the same action, and he had a dagger against his throat.

He turned and walked to the corridor, his eyes radiating a burning light. Finally, he put his head into the corridor, shrunk his bones, and got into the corridor.

On the long road, the golden grass exerted its bone shrinking skills and moved forward with difficulty, and finally reached a wide place, and the golden grass stretched its muscles and bones. By this time he was exhausted.

"Who is your own person?" The man was as big as an ox, and he grabbed the back of the neck and picked up the grass.

"Let me go."

The corners of Jincao's lips curled into a self-deprecating smile. Raising his eyes to look at the man who was holding him hostage, this man was wearing a veil and only showed a pair of eyes, and Jincao remembered his eyes.

Shrug. Hang Erlang said, "Brother, your own people." ”

She's the woman the president is looking for?

Unexpectedly, in the next second, a black sleeve covered Jincao's head.

Jincao looked at the strange place, and her gaze swept over a woman in the corner, and she looked at Jincao in horror.

The woman had long chestnut hair......

During the lunch break, Yan Xiaoru walked towards Xiangding Garden with a plate of chilled fruits.

As if you were entering your own home, you will walk towards the master bedroom on the second floor.

"Let's go."

It was pitch black in the grass's field of vision. Immediately, the back of the neck was cold, and Jincao fainted on the ground.

"Brother Zhan?" Yan Xiaoru shouted several times in front of the door, and was sure that the people inside were asleep, so Yan Xiaoru pushed the door and entered.

Zhan Hanjue was already asleep, and his face was handsome. Perhaps because he was asleep, the cold around him dissipated a lot.

Yan Xiaoru inserted rosemary... He entered the incense burner, then sat down at the head of the bed, stretched out his hand and gently rubbed the face of the Frost Lord.

"Brother Zhan, do you want it?" Yan Xiaoru frowned and smiled, with a deadly charm in her voice.