Fu Cheng watched the little prince's eyes slowly close before he got up from the bed. He rubbed his arms, as if he wanted to get goosebumps down all the time, and he was most annoyed by others. Of course, he won't die if he touches it, but Fu Cheng is disgusted from the bottom of his heart, if this is a different person, Fu Cheng can unscrew off one of his arms. Besides, he has never been molested by men when he is so big.

Don't look at the face, Fu Cheng has broad shoulders and long legs, and his body shape is very different from Xiao Xianggong's appearance. Fucheng has been practicing martial arts all year round, and his head and body are slightly wider than Chen Ming's, and he can't do Chen Ming's bird-like appearance. When he changed his appearance, he took the bone shrinking pill given by Yan Shaokang to make his figure look slender. The Bone Shrinking Pill can only stabilize for two hours, and it cannot change a person's size.

Therefore, Fucheng sits most of the time at the wedding banquet and never gets up easily. Just now I followed the little prince out, and he was also half-bent over, drunkenly walking with snake steps. The little prince wanted to eat meat, but he didn't even realize that his Ah Ming was not in the right shape.

At this time, the medicinal effect of the bone shrinking pill had passed, and Fu Cheng moved his neck, making a series of rattling sounds. Fu Cheng stretched, the joints of his arms and knees clicked, and he slowly stretched out like a sprout poking out of the dirt. If someone else looks at it now, he will definitely drop his jaw in shock, Fu Cheng is like a monster transformed in the script, and the whole person has grown two inches longer.

It's still more comfortable to use this body, Fu Cheng sighed.

Fu Cheng tidied up his clothes, and he specially picked out a wide robe, which was just right to return to its original appearance at this time. After counting the time, the wedding banquet is almost at the most critical moment, and the newlyweds are estimated to be about to visit the church. Fu Cheng listened to it for a while, and felt that the location of this wing room was extremely special, and the noise on the side of the wedding banquet could not be worn at all.

Fu Cheng quickly walked out of the wing room, his body walked against the wall, Fu Cheng did not have any weapons on him, he was careful not to step on any bricks and rubble. The inner courtyard was very large, and he wasn't sure where the ten boxes were hidden, but if it was really a treasure, he didn't dare to leave his eyelids, so he planned to go to the Hou Ye's compound to try his luck first.

Xiahou Ye's compound was built very magnificently, and the exchanges between him and the small countries in the Western Regions in the past two years made him make a lot of money. Xiahou Ye's courtyard is in the center of the entire mansion, and there is even a small garden in the courtyard, and the leafy trees form a natural barrier to Fucheng.

Fucheng hid in a tree and found a lot of interesting things, there are three waves of guards between the light and the dark in this courtyard, Xitang has already guarded a group of people, it is impossible for Xiahou Ye to cultivate so many henchmen at once. Therefore, most of the guards guarding Xiahou Ye's compound are not the guards of Xiahou Mansion itself, but the people of Wanjian Villa.

Thinking of this, Fucheng felt weird, there shouldn't be so many people from the Central Plains in Bailu City, but now they are densely appearing. Wanjian Villa, Black Mother-in-law, and the Thirteen Niangs of the Tang Sect, what are these people doing in this border town?

Fu Cheng thought suspiciously, having no clue where the box was, but he sensed from the fact that the guards were getting tighter, and this place should be getting closer and closer to the organ area.

Just as he was thinking about it, Fu Cheng caught a glimpse of a person out of the corner of his eye, who was dressed as a little maid, wearing a water-red dress, walking with a team of little maids. These people are supposed to be serving the bride, holding many auspicious objects in their hands. The little maid lowered her head and didn't hold anything in her hand, and at first glance it looked no different from an ordinary little maid. Fu Cheng felt that the other party was extremely familiar, wasn't this the Blood Shadow Thirteen Niang who broke into the broken temple?

Even if the maid with two buns has nothing to do with the woman with outstanding temperament, and has obviously been disguised, Fu Cheng can also recognize it from her walking demeanor, Thirteen Niang's shoulders are very flat when she bows her head, and it is difficult to change the demeanor of walking alone in a short time.

What is this man doing here? Overseer?

The little maid lowered her head, and like the other little maids, she did not squint, but she kept following the end of the group, but she walked slower and slower, and the distance between her and the group increased.

Taking advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention, Thirteen Niang suddenly withdrew from the army, she seemed to be familiar with the terrain of Xiahou Mansion, and still walked with her head down, but walked all the way to the garden rockery. From the perspective of Fucheng's side, I can't see what the other party is doing, and I can only see the movements of the thirteen mothers behind the rockery.

The little maid's departure was soon discovered, and a grandmother came over to reprimand her.

The little maid explained that she was uncomfortable with diarrhea, and her face was flushed when she spoke, this person really acted like that, afraid of the old mother, and when she explained, she whispered like a mosquito and a fly, and her index fingers were nervously twisted. Fu Cheng couldn't tell if this small action was deliberately learned by her, but the obvious effect was very significant. The little maid only argued with herself, and was taken away by the grandmother directly by the ear.

After the others left, Fu Cheng moved to the rockery where the little maid and the thirteen mothers were staying, and learned to knock and beat for a while, but there was no mystery.

Fu Cheng hugged his chest and spared it in place, the place where the little maid was standing just now was not the same color as other places, and there was a piece of new mud that had just been turned out of the ground. Fu Cheng groped along the rockery along the new mud.

After touching for a while, he found what he was looking for, a hidden trap.

Co-authored Blood Shadow Thirteen Niang, this is to guide Fucheng. recalled the action of Thirteen Niang stirring her fingers, probably not for acting, but to rub off the soil on her fingertips.

Fu Cheng couldn't figure out what the Blood Shadow Thirteen Niang was thinking, since he knew where the secret grid mechanism was, what did he bother to do with Fu Cheng?

Fu Cheng's action suddenly stopped, and he found two footprints in front of the rockery, and he couldn't tell whether it was the horse's feet left by the master in the mansion or another group of people.

His eyes suddenly narrowed slightly, and two figures rushed in not far away.

Fu Cheng didn't have much time to react, turned over and flashed into the rockery on the side, shrunk in the ** of the mountain wall, and the shadow cast by the moonlight just covered him inside. Fucheng's trick is not good, the eaves and walls are the thief's housekeeping skills, interlaced like a mountain, and he has not gotten any true inheritance, far from the point where the phantom is invisible. This small cave is not deep enough to accommodate the size of an adult man, as long as you look inside, you can find the strangeness in it, Fu Cheng jumped wildly inside, listening to the footsteps outside, his back pressed against the stone wall.

The new mud under the rockery is very obvious, but if Fucheng can see it, it is impossible for these two people not to see it, and it is only a matter of time before Fucheng is discovered.

"Did you see that?" a voice sounded, it should be the guards of the Hou Mansion parade.

"See," the other replied, snorting, "he can't get out." ”

This is the end of the conversation between the two, and it seems that they don't intend to startle the snake, and neither of them has any intention of talking next.

The footsteps outside were getting closer and closer, and Fu Cheng didn't have anything to defend himself, so he could only pick up the two stones at hand, which was a little comforting.

Fu Cheng waited with bated breath for the two to gradually approach, and a figure could already be seen from his angle. Fighting alone, Fucheng will not be an opponent. But this work must be done lightly, if the surrounding guards are alarmed, the guards will attack it, and Fucheng is afraid that he will have to explain here today.

At this moment, a loud whistle suddenly erupted in the distance, like the sharp whistling of a wolf when the moon is full. Someone seemed to be calling them together. The two men paused and counted silently, and when they heard the whistle go off seven times, they realized that the matter was getting worse. This is the highest level of code, and for whatever reason must be gathered at the whistle. The two guards did not dare to delay the summoning from above, and immediately left the rockery and headed towards the cloister.

The timing of the whistle is too coincidental, it is like paving the way for Fucheng, whether it is the Blood Shadow Thirteen Niang or not, there is definitely not only one person who came to Xiahou Mansion today to muddy this happy event. Fu Cheng realized that everything was ready in this game, and that he was just an incompatible pawn in this big chess game.

Fu Cheng showed half of his face from behind the rockery, looking at the two figures in the distance, just now the two people were carrying the sword of Wanjian Villa, Fu Cheng took a look, and there was a silver waist card hanging on his waist, not a good stubble who was willing to take care of the family.

None of them noticed that there was anything strange about this place, and the rockery was not more guarded than other places, to be honest, Fucheng passed by Xiahou Ye's bedroom just now, and it was much more heavily guarded over there.

Xiahou Ye is in the next game of big chess, and it seems that he didn't even reveal his ally Meng Qilai, the owner of Wanjian Mountain Villa. Or that Xiahou Ye is completely sure, the guards here are enough to protect his treasure, if so, what is there underground?

Fu Cheng didn't have time to think about it, someone in the dark bought him time, missed this opportunity, and it is estimated that there will be no time to open the secret passage.

Fu Cheng quickly cut off his thoughts with a knife and pulled the mechanism of the dark grid.

A neat crack appeared in the stone wall. Fu Cheng pressed his palms against the stone wall, and with a deep breath, a stone door slowly opened, and a stone staircase was revealed in the moonlight, which continued into the depths of darkness.

Fu Cheng quickly closed the stone gate, and was immediately surrounded by a damp and corrupt darkness. Fu Cheng fumbled for a while, but didn't touch the candlestick on the wall, but took out a bead from his arms, which instantly illuminated the world. This bead is not a priceless pearl of the night, it was made by Song Xiaochuan according to the ancient books. The small beads made of a kind of fluorescent powder, although they are not as bright as the night pearl, are cheaper and can barely be used.

When Fu Cheng saw the scene around him, he gasped.

There are no mechanisms set up in the secret passage, but they are a hundred times more vicious than ordinary mechanisms, and they are covered with fire oil. Xiahou Ye was waiting for him here.

Fu Cheng silently thanked Song Xiaochuan eight hundred times in his heart, and walked down in fear.

The secret passage was not deep, and soon came to a secret room, which used to be a weapons storehouse, and there were weapons hanging on the wall. At that time, when I designed the secret room, I probably didn't expect that one day there would be such a situation, the narrow secret room was packed with ten boxes, leaving only room to turn around.

This is probably the box that the guards said, Fu Cheng began to make trouble against ten boxes, if Zhou Xuanyi was really hidden in one of the boxes, then the remaining nine tricks must be extremely dangerous.

He sat cross-legged across from him, outside the banquet was coming to an end, and there was not much time left for him. He took a closer look, and the ten boxes were worn to the exact same extent, each with two small holes for breathing, and it didn't look the slightest difference.

Knock Knock Knock –

At this time, there was a sudden muffled sound from the depths of the secret passage, Fu Cheng held his breath and listened again, knock knock - Fu Cheng was sure that it was not an auditory hallucination just now, and the sound came from the fifth box.

Fu Cheng tapped it lightly on the surface of the box, and there was a response from inside.

Tuk Tuk Tuk –

Fu Cheng frowned, this result was not good. Half of them could be targets, and the other half could be decoy enemies.

He decided to take a gamble.

The lock is a bit difficult to deal with, and he went to Master Wen to learn a hand from Master Wen halfway through the house, but he only knows a little bit about it, and the current situation is completely inadequate. This lock is made of dark iron, and Fu Cheng has nothing to gain after drumming around, and he sweats a lot, and he can't rudely move the entire box.

Suddenly, Fu Cheng's eyes were drawn to the sword on the wall. This is a dragon's head sword, the sword body is golden, the scabbard is carved into the appearance of a dragon's head, the sword forging master's technique is quite good, and even the dragon's whiskers are made lifelike. This kind of sword is flashy, the value of deterrence is greater than practicality, ordinary rich and noble people cannot touch it, and it is a great crime to rebel against it. Fu Cheng looked at this sword carefully, Xiahou Ye is going to rebel or not?

The lock is a good lock made of dark iron, but if you want to hide people in the box, you can't use an iron box, and the wooden box can still breathe.

Fu Cheng's shoulders sank, his wrists moved, only to hear a sharp sword blade cross, regardless of the life and death of the person in the box, a sword cut on the surface of the box, neatly cut a whole wooden board, no more, no less just three inches, not even half of the people inside were not hurt.

Fu Cheng put down his sword and looked at the person in the box, his heart pounding.

He lived next door to Baihua Street, and he had seen any beautiful Oiran, but he had never seen such a delicate appearance, and he was suddenly stunned.

The man's knees were curled up, tucked into the cramped box, but he didn't look embarrassed at all. He is the opposite of Fucheng Wheat's complexion, the whole person is white like a carved human-shaped jade, his eyebrows are sharp like a pair of Miao knives, his phoenix eyes are slightly raised, and his eyes are black and heavy.

Fu Cheng's eyes are light brown, and he was attracted by the eyes of the man in front of him at first glance, Fu Cheng had never seen such black eyes, like an endless abyss, which could contain everything in the world.

This man is really good-looking, but his expression is not good, and he lives like a debtor.

Suddenly, a cold light burst out from the box, accompanied by the man's handsome face, and swooped towards Fucheng.

Fu Cheng woke up like a dream, his wrong body flashed, he reacted very quickly and reached out to grab the other party's wrist, but intuitively caught a slimy loach and slipped away from his hand. In the blink of an eye, the two of them had already passed seven or eight moves, and Fu Cheng had no idea of pity and pity at all at this time, and his five fingers were clasped on his numb tendons, and the other party snorted, and the dagger fell to the ground in response. Fu Cheng immediately made a decision, leaned over and pressed the man against the wall, and said angrily, "Are you sick?"

The man answered him directly with his movements, Fu Cheng subconsciously grabbed it, but he still didn't have time, half of the porcelain piece fell into his left waist, and the other half was grabbed by Fu Cheng and dragged the blood of his hand. It wasn't until a tingling pain came from his left waist that Fu Cheng realized that he had really been stabbed. Fucheng didn't look at the yellow calendar when he went out, but he also felt that today must be a fierce day that was not suitable for going out.

He had never done such a trivial thing, and he traveled thousands of miles to save people, almost stabbing people through their kidneys.

Fu Cheng gritted his teeth and asked, "Are you Zhou Xuanyi?"

The man didn't rush to answer this question, he glanced at Fu Cheng deeply, and then snorted coldly, which was considered a tacit acquiescence.

"You can see clearly," Fu Cheng let go of him, took two steps back, and suppressed his anger, "Does Lao Tzu look like he is going to kill you?"

Zhou Xuanyi's eyes were cold, and a look of disdain flew out obliquely from his raised brow.

Fu Cheng looked down at the wound, then at the blood on his hand, and scolded angrily, "! You're really sick!"

Most of the porcelain pieces were pierced into Fu Cheng's hands, and the wound on his waist was not deep, so Fu Cheng took out the herbs and herbs that Yan Shaokang had prepared for himself and dealt with them. As soon as he raised his head, he met Zhou Xuanyi's hostile gaze, without any guilt, mixed with a high-minded scrutiny.

If he hadn't given the money, Fu Cheng really wanted to stab him twice. He never felt that he was impatient to this extent, but he hadn't had a seizure yet, and the other party couldn't do it first, Zhou Xuanyi leaned against the stone wall, his body couldn't stop sliding down, panting heavily, and a few hairs hung down in embarrassment.

"What's wrong with you?" Fu Cheng's wound was still fresh, so he couldn't help but go up and make a mistake, pinching Zhou Xuanyi's veins, this time he didn't encounter any resistance, Zhou Xuanyi's internal breath was chaotic, as if there was an internal force rampaging in his body, and his internal qi was about to be smashed, thinking that he had just burst out with all his strength, and now he didn't have the strength to deal with Fu Cheng. You can't really throw people here, Fu Cheng's tone softened a little, "Someone paid you to buy you a way to live, in a word, will you follow me?"

Zhou Xuanyi was not an individual twister, and directly leaned half of his body on Fu Cheng. The size of an adult was forced to be stuffed into such a narrow wooden box, and he didn't know how long he had curled up all the way, and it was estimated that half of his body was numb and sore, and he stabbed out a knife and now had no strength at all. Fu Cheng didn't expect the other party to be so disregardful, Leng Buding was pressed by the weight of a man, and staggered back a few steps before catching the person. Fu Cheng helped him and scolded in his heart, this is an ancestor.

Fu Cheng saw that this man was really using himself as a wall pestle, so he stopped him with one hand and said, "Hey, don't touch me." ”

Fucheng can distinguish between the main and secondary, Zhou Xuanyi is obviously half dead, if Fucheng doesn't help him, he won't be a thing. But Zhou Xuanyi is such a stabbing ball, Fu Cheng doesn't dare to carry him, and he can't be stabbed from behind again. could only grab Zhou Xuanyi's arm and carry him out.

He had just taken half a step when suddenly there was a rapid sound, knock knock!

Fu Cheng was stunned in place, the sound seemed to come from the rest of the boxes, the things inside were impatiently pressed against the wooden cover, at first it was just one, and then the remaining boxes responded in unison, the sound became louder and louder, like gongs and drums shaking the sky, something was ready to break out!

Fu Cheng's scalp tingled and asked, "What is this?"

Zhou Xuanyi didn't answer directly, he frowned, and his face became more and more ugly.

Fu Cheng didn't have a chance to ask any more questions, only to hear a crisp sound, two of the boxes were the first to break, and two figures came out of the sawdust flying. They didn't hesitate for half a minute, and rushed towards the two of them. In a hurry, Fu Cheng hooked the dragon head sword just now, stuffed the sword body to Zhou Xuanyi, and held the scabbard in his right hand to block the incoming momentum.

After a shrill metallic sound, Fu Cheng saw that there were a pair of iron claws on the scabbard!

Each of them wore a bronze mask, and was particularly short, less than three feet, like a dwarf, no wonder they could hide in a wooden box. Although his physique was like that of a ten-year-old child, the power that erupted was not the strength of a child, and Fu Cheng seemed to have hit a heavy iron at this moment, and his whole arm was numb from the shock.

Looking up along the iron claws, I found that these ghost things had no hand bones, and they were cut off from the wrists, and these iron claws were actually poured alive.

After seeing the person clearly, Fu Cheng couldn't help frowning, this thing shouldn't have appeared in Bailu City, it turned out to be a blue-faced little ghost raised by the Impermanence Sect! The disciples of the Impermanence Sect may not have much talent, but what they cultivate is a kind of kung fu that harms others and is not beneficial to themselves, cutting off their wrists and destroying their appearance. Shengsheng attached an iron claw and welded a bronze mask to his face, becoming neither human nor ghostly.

Impermanence Gate is a place to open the door to do business, in addition to receiving the sale of people, they also "take darts", commonly known as walking a yin and yang road.

Ordinary "darts", it is already a top priority to be able to invite three green-faced imps. What is the origin of Xuanyi this week, he needs nine green-faced imps to escort him?

At this time, the iron claws of the blue-faced imp were clamped around the scabbard, and he couldn't pull it out even if he died, Fu Cheng immediately let go, and casually copied a weapon on the wall, and didn't see what it was, so he slashed at one of the imps. The two little ghosts fell to the ground suddenly because of the inertia of suddenly letting go, and the scabbard in their hands was beaten by Fucheng before they could be thrown out, their necks were crooked, and they fell to the ground, and they didn't know if they were alive or dead.

At the same time, Fu Cheng took out a handful of medicinal powder from his arms and threw it at another green-faced imp, and the air was soon filled with a smell of burnt meat, and the medicinal powder directly penetrated the bronze mask, and the green-faced imp covered his flesh-and-blood face in pain, and let out a miserable cry.

After Fu Cheng finished fighting, he found that he was holding an iron rod, he didn't have time to sigh too much, and hurriedly withdrew towards the exit with Zhou Xuanyi's back collar. There were more and more cracked wooden boxes, and dozens of glowing eyes were eyeing the two of them in the dark.

When Fu Cheng came in, he didn't think that this tunnel was long, but at this time, he felt that the stone gate was far away in the sky. He parried the green-faced imp who pounced on him with one hand, and had to protect Zhou Xuanyi, the ancestor, with the other, and he couldn't show his skills at all in the narrow tunnel, and this fight was embarrassing and embarrassing. The medicinal powder given by Yan Shaokang was all used up, but there were still three or four green-faced imps with tenacious willpower.

"Grandma Grandma, are you finished?" Fu Cheng was caught with three blood marks on his chest, and his steps staggered, "Can we make a discussion?"

Zhou Xuanyi sneered, "What reason do you have with this group of monsters?"

The iron rod is not a murder weapon, and it will not be good to hit the body, but the blue-faced little ghost doesn't seem to feel pain, and after getting up from the ground, he desperately came towards Fucheng, and there was an illusion that he couldn't finish fighting.

Zhou Xuanyi looked at it for a while and saw that there were so many murderous weapons hanging on the wall, but Fucheng only used an iron rod. The man was either stupid or stupid, and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Fu Cheng heard the meaning of his words and said, "It's not a problem, I believe in Buddhism and don't kill people." ”

Zhou Xuanyi, who has always been sharp-toothed, was blocked and speechless.

Seeing that the encirclement of the two was getting narrower and narrower, and if they didn't do anything, the two of them would probably die in this broken hole, Zhou Xuanyi didn't recuperate, the sword in his hand shot instantly, and the horizontal sword wiped the neck of a blue-faced imp.

"You!" Fu Cheng looked at him in disbelief, this person just looked like he was dying with kidney deficiency, all of which were pretended? But Fu Cheng probed his veins and was indeed seriously injured. Fu Cheng gritted his teeth and said, "Uncle's ......"

Zhou Xuanyi faced Fu Cheng's angry eyes, and made an expressionless move, it was pure luck to be able to kill that little ghost just now. The little ghost is infinitely powerful, petite, and quite agile, but it happens to be in a small corner, and he is forced to have nowhere to escape. Zhou Xuanyi himself is a sick ghost who just crawled out, isn't it luck to be able to hit with one hit?

Because of internal injuries, Zhou Xuanyi's swordsmanship is not as fast as in the past, Zhou Xuanyi feels that this sword seems to weigh a thousand catties, and the movements are uncontrollably slowed down, Zhou Xuanyi's state at this time can be regarded as extraordinary.

Zhou Xuanyi's footsteps were vain, he suppressed a mouthful of sweet blood, and the next sword slashed towards the little ghost, the sword body collided with the bronze mask, and a long spark was sparked, but there was no harm to the little ghost. Zhou Xuanyi missed a blow, the blue-faced imp found a loophole, a pair of iron claws came immediately, Zhou Xuanyi was too late to dodge, and rolled half a circle on the spot, while the iron claws were clasped on Zhou Xuanyi's shoulder, Zhou Xuanyi's sword had already pierced the opponent's neck.

The blade of the sword stabbed from the collarbone to the chin, and stabbed the imp's neck bone alive. Blood poured out, Zhou Xuanyi didn't think about it, his hands were twisted, the meridians and flesh were twisted together, and the little ghost's neck was suddenly twisted out of a blood hole by him.

Fu Cheng blocked the momentum of the little ghost behind him for him, and while secretly frightened, he felt that Zhou Xuanyi's swordsmanship was extremely ruthless, and he would rather resist with one of his own arms than kill the enemy. This ruthlessness is something that Fucheng's cowardly bag can't achieve in a lifetime.

The iron claws of the blue-faced imp were inlaid on Zhou Xuanyi's right shoulder, and the tips of the claws glowing with blue light could be seen from behind. Fu Cheng couldn't see if there was poison, but now more important than this was that this claw had been firmly embedded, as if it could no longer be made.

Zhou Xuanyi immediately made a decision, a sword swung over, and the iron claws of the blue-faced imp were cut together, he staggered to his feet, the iron claws were still firmly hanging on his shoulders, and the blood was left along the five paw prints. Zhou Xuanyi's hair was messy, beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, his eyes were as bad as ever, he glanced at Fu Cheng and said, "Are you good at it?"

Never say that a man can't do it, Fu Cheng just said that the little prince can't do it, I didn't expect this world to come so quickly. Fu Cheng firmly protected Zhou Xuanyi, but he suffered such a sneer in vain, and immediately fought back, "Can it work, you try?"

"Okay, I'll try. Saying that, Zhou Xuanyi walked towards Fu Cheng, wrapped his uninjured arm around Fu Cheng's neck, and rested his forehead on Fu Cheng's shoulder.

The situation on Fu Cheng's side was anxious, and he hit the green-faced imp on the head with a stick, and kicked the imp in the chest with the other. was hugged by Zhou Xuanyi coldly, and suddenly staggered backwards, this ancestor hung on himself again, does this mean that he wants Fucheng to be a meat shield for him?

"Can you stop making trouble?" Fu Cheng said a little unpleasantly, Fu Cheng was able to hold him down just now, and Zhou Xuanyi always leaned on him. As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Xuanyi's palm suddenly probed into the front placket of Fu Cheng, groped for a while, pulled something out of it, and shouted, "Don't do it yet!"

Fu Cheng and Zhou Xuanyi had only known each other for less than half an hour, but at that moment, they suddenly had a heart. Zhou Xuanyi took out a fire fold from Fu Cheng's arms, and threw it fiercely into the depths of the tunnel before the blue-faced imp behind him pounced. Quietly, the tongue of fire instantly climbed up the stone wall, rushing out of the door with a wave of heat, and Fucheng was almost roasted dry by this sky-high heat. Zhou Xuanyi didn't say hello and came to break the cauldron and sink the boat, Fucheng had no other way but to drag Zhou Xuanyi with one hand and push open the stone door with one palm.

As the stone door slammed shut, the sound of Iron Claw and Stone Gate colliding gave both of them goosebumps.

Screams and shrill scratching came from the stone door, like the roar of a million. Shimen was shaken by this terrifying sound, and sporadic fire bursts out from the crack in the door, and it took a long time to regain its calm, and the disabled and determined did not fall.

With such a big battle, it is difficult for Xiahou Ye not to be alarmed. Before coming out, Fu Cheng had already prepared for the worst, and he would definitely face the guards of Xiahou Mansion, but such a scene did not appear for a long time.

As soon as Fu Cheng came out, he was dazzled by the skyrocketing fire, and there was a noisy running sound all around, and the servants shouted at the top of their voices: "Go to the water!