Two men dragged the body from the ground, and another man walked in from behind him.

After bowing his head slightly at him, he took a portable instrument, similar to a chainsaw, and inspected the entire room.

Only then did he stand in front of Nangong Jing and said respectfully: "Lord, there is no problem inside!" ”

Nangong Jing's perfect face did not have any expression, it was as cold as the ice and snow outside, his hands were inserted into his trouser pockets, and he strode in.

What catches your eye is the luxurious Imperial Room, where everything is decorated in yellow.

At the top is a dragon chair, and below is a luxurious golden sofa, glittering in gold under the sinuous crystal lamp, which seems to be made of gold.

The bedroom door is not closed, and the luxury inside looks even more smacking.

The room is full of gold, whether it is the table, the cabinet, even the bed is made of gold.

Two dragons coiled at the head and foot of the bed respectively, searching, lingering, and seductive......

Around the dragon bed was a transparent gauze tent, and a man could be seen lying on it in the dim light.

He slept very deeply, and such a big movement didn't wake him up.

Nangong Jing walked to the mechanism that Qingfeng was about to activate, and turned the antique vase, and a painting next to the wall suddenly began to shrink upward, and then stopped moving.

Nangong Jing walked over expressionlessly and knocked on the wall behind the painting, only to find that there was something real inside, which seemed to be wrong?

He returned to the vase, turned again, and the mural retracted.

He turned in the opposite direction again, and a square opening suddenly appeared on the ground below the wall, about a meter long and wide.

And inside it was pitch black, and nothing could be seen.

Nangong Jing's dark eyes were filled with evil spirits, and he ordered with a cold face: "Go to a few people and see where it leads?" ”

"Yes! Lord! The two men immediately nodded, took out their mobile phones, turned on the flashlight, and crawled in with the cat on their waists!

Nangong Jing turned his head to look at the man on the bed, and then pouted the woman with a panicked face, and walked over slowly.

Jiang Han lifted the gauze curtain and saw a very handsome man sleeping.

This face is very unfamiliar, about twenty years old, with eyebrows like peaks, fair and delicate skin, under closed eyes, the bridge of the nose is straight, and the lips are very ruddy.

The appearance of a man and a woman is very bewitching, and people can't help but wonder how intoxicating his closed eyes should be.

It's just that there was white gauze tied around his face, as if he was seriously injured, and with doubts, Jiang Han stretched out his hands to untie the gauze on the man's face.

When he saw the knife cut marks on the side of his face, his pupils widened in shock...... The legendary face change?

He raised his eyes to look at Nangong Jing, pursed his lips, and said tremblingly, "Shao...... Master...... It's like face-swapping witchcraft......"

What he could think of, Nangong Jing naturally thought of it too, and said with a cold face: "Lift off his clothes!" ”

"Yes!" Jiang Han began to untie the man's pajamas.

I saw that the skin on his chest was fair and delicate, similar to the skin on his face, which made people even more puzzled.

If the man in the bed is Huangfu Zhiyuan? He should be at least seventy years old, how could he still have such good skin?

But if he is not Huangfu Zhiyuan, then who is he? Where is the real Huangfu Zhiyuan?

"Wake him up!" Nangong Jing's thin lips moved slightly, and his cold voice was extremely gloomy.

"Yes!" After Jiang Han nodded, he began to push the man: "Hey...... Wake up...... Hey......"

(End of chapter)