Mu Xiaoxiao still coaxed gently, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I'm here, I'm here." But a pair of eyes, but looking around, afraid of the sudden appearance of some terrible creatures.

There are no bats in there, but it's cold.

Mu Xiaoxiao is actually afraid that there is a snake in it, from the spider yesterday, if there is a snake, it must be very big, at least the waist is bigger than the big bucket in the village to kill pigs for the New Year, right?

These are beyond measurability, so I can only move forward with a nervous heart and a stiffness all over my body.

Mu Xiaoxiao held Yun Yan with one hand, lit the flame with the other, and continued to walk inside, her heart was about to jump out, she was afraid, and there were some other emotions, in short, she was very confused at this time.

Meng Han still followed behind Mu Xiaoxiao and the others, and continued to walk towards the front.

And the holy ink rain maintained the previous action, and continued the hall without a little slack.

The courage of the four women is also called great.

There was an unknown danger in the cave, and they didn't know it; What's in there, maybe there's a monster, maybe there's nothing?

Sweat flowed down his eyes, wetting his eyes, and he almost couldn't open his eyes, Mu Xiaoxiao blinked a few times before the sweat rolled down.

This is not Mu Xiaoxiao's footsteps to move forward.

She had already thought about it, the big deal was to die.

She comes softly, just as she walks gently.

Although I think about Top Gun, my heart is still empty.

She could feel which hand she was holding the little junior sister, I don't know if it was the sweat of the little junior sister or her sweat, it can be said that now both hands can drip water.

Closer, closer, closer.

The breath was getting lower and lower, and it seemed as if there was really something terrible in front of them, peeping at them, waiting for them, approaching step by step.

Mu Xiaoxiao suddenly stopped and looked inside, but she couldn't see what was inside?

It felt like a black fog was covering what was inside.

Should we keep going? Yun Yan didn't dare to speak anymore, but when she saw her senior sister stop suddenly, she still felt weird.

Meng Han didn't understand why Mu Xiaoxiao stopped, and when it came to the back of the hall, the Holy Mo Yu also felt that danger was approaching them.

"Miss Mu..." Saint Moyu lowered his voice and said, but there was still a little echo in the cave.

Mu Xiaoxiao was timid, she remembered that after coming here, her sixth sense was very strong, and at this moment he felt that there was danger inside, it was really dangerous, so he didn't dare to go inside, and wanted to retreat.

"Shall we go back?" She wanted to say that there might be monsters in there that they couldn't deal with, but if she really said that, someone would scream, and the first person must be her junior sister.

"Senior sister, are we going back?" Yun Yan bit her ear and said to Mu Xiaoxiao, but Meng Han and Sheng Moyu are both martial arts practitioners, and they heard what Yun Yan said to Mu Xiaoxiao clearly, but what can they do?

They have already walked in because of curiosity, are they going to go out now?

What if the front is the way back?

They also began to fall silent.

"Is Yun Yan really going out?" Before Yun Yan returned, she turned back to ask Sheng Moyu, "Holy girl, what do you think of you?" ”

A crisp sound sounded in the cave, and the sound reached inside.

Suddenly, there was a sound of rustling.

Meng Han watched as something shiny appeared because of Mu Xiaoxiao's flames shining in front of him, his eyes widened instantly, and he looked there in astonishment, and the whole person was stunned.

But Mu Xiaoxiao didn't notice that when Sheng Moyu went to ask Meng Han, he saw that she was looking forward motionlessly, feeling bad, and her eyes were also looking.

She was also taken aback, although she didn't make a sound, her eyes motioned to Mu Xiaoxiao to look ahead, and the hand that had been holding the sword since she came in drew the sword little by little.

It seems that there really aren't many people who have read Xiaozi's writings, so what motivation do I have to continue writing?

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