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(One hundred and seventy-four) Aunt Rong? Fight (1)

When the body's senses were able to adapt to the environment, Tang Wan'er remembered that she should have been exploring the broken temple with Shen Chanli, and they found the secret door behind the statue, and then came to this underground corridor through the secret door, and then blocked the road by a wall, and then ......

I remember that it seemed like the ground was shaking, could it be an earthquake?

Tang Wan'er looked around and found Shen Chanli lying on the ground not far away, she hurried over, squatted down beside him, and quickly shook Shen Chanli's body.

"Shen Gongzi, wake up, wake up, young master Shen...... What should I do...... Please wake up, Zen. ”

That was the first time Tang Wan'er called Shen Chanli's name, and it was still vague, and Shen Chanli, whose consciousness had not fully recovered, thought that he was still dreaming.

"Wan'er."

He grabbed Tang Wan'er's hand tightly, as if he was afraid that he would not be able to grasp it again as soon as he let go.

"I'm here."

"Wan'er, Wan'er."

"I'm here, I'm here."

"Wan'er, Wan'er."

"I'm here, I'm here."

"Great, you're alright."

When Tang Wan'er was still in a daze, she was suddenly hugged by a pair of big hands, and the man who was not yet fully awake only subconsciously had a strong expectation of protecting her in the palm of his hand.

After the time of the two pillars of incense, after Shen Chanli woke up, he was really embarrassed about his previous embarrassment.

"So, we're still in that underground corridor?"

Shen Chanli asked.

"I looked at it, and it seemed that the structure was pretty much the same, and it should be right. It seems that we are dizzy should be the relationship before the shock. Now there is no shaking, so everything is back to normal. ”

Tang Wan'er said this, but she still had a question, that is, why did the Shen family's heirloom night pearl suddenly shine? Is it because it's too dark that it becomes extraordinarily bright?

"Since that's the case, Wan'er's stomach is also hungry, let's go to the Xiande Building to eat your roast duck."

"Hmm."

Tang Wan'er responded, and then walked out of the corridor with Shen Chanli, and just like when they came down, they walked out of the secret door and came out from behind the statue.

However, it always seemed that something was not right.

What is it?

Tang Wan'er felt a little strange, so she looked at Shen Chanli and frowned, and then in the next second, the wooden door of the broken temple was knocked down hard, making a creaking sound, which was particularly harsh. One can't help but want to see what's going on.

As a result, a blur of flesh and blood rolled into the ruined temple, and the dust lingered on the "bloody clothes" for a while, and the purulent wound became more obvious.

"Yikes!"

Tang Wan'er was slightly frightened by the sudden change.

Although it was impossible to see what it was, it appeared to be a physical creature with messy hair. Blood flows. It stands to reason that it should be an individual, at least in the form of a person?

Shen Chanli boldly leaned forward in order to ensure Tang Wan'er's safety, but he didn't dare to relax his vigilance at all, and his right hand never took the place where the hilt of the sword was removed.

Shen Chanli turned to Tang Wan'er and said, "I'll go first to confirm what happened, whether there is any danger, you are waiting here now." ”

Tang Wan'er worriedly wanted to say something to dissuade her, but she couldn't say anything when she got into her mouth.

In this way, Shen Chanli slowly approached "that mass of things", and suddenly "that mass of things" moved, revealing a face that he could not see very clearly, it was a man's face.

Not far away, Shen Chanli also vaguely heard a large group of people.

At this point, the mass, no, the badly wounded man spoke.