Qiu Wancheng, who was rushing, grabbed wildly at the woman who was spinning in the air, and was about to catch it, but when he heard the copper bell in her throat, his speed slowed down suddenly. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The body was unstable and fell to the ground all at once. The sound of the copper bell was like a dream, and Qiu Wancheng shouted: "Soul Snatcher, it really deserves its name." ”

Soul Snatcher Bell, the special copper bell of Tianxiang Pavilion, through the phantom sound of the copper bell, the method of separation, so that the enemy loses his mind, confuses his mind, and can do whatever he wants in a short time.

With that, he struck his breech with both hands, his head began to shake wildly, his eyes suddenly froze, his arms stretched out, his palms flattened with the momentum, his feet rotated rapidly, and the hem of his clothes gradually rolled up bursts of dust.

I saw his open mouth, like a cracked water scoop, and a deep and deafening voice suddenly sounded.

"Ah......h

This loud roar shattered the ruined stone wall and pierced the ground in the black curtain.

The woman who heard the sound also suddenly slipped down from the air and landed beside Zhuo Yifan.

The woman wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and shouted softly, "The heaven-shattering decision really deserves its reputation." ”

Shocking the sky, swallowing bullfighting, the sound is monstrous.

When I raised my eyes, I saw Zhuo Yifan, who was holding the mud pillar, still twisting his ass frantically, and he was facing her with his ass facing her.

Her pretty face suddenly froze, and she hurriedly got up and gave him a kick, kicked him in the face, took out the sharp blade at her waist, and bent down to stab him.

Zhuo Yifan, who was dizzy, still had double shadows in his eyes from time to time, and saw a beautiful cheek appear in front of him.

The eyebrows are picturesque, the lips are delicate, and the white skin is like snow......

Zhuo Yifan's heart was moved, and when the woman saw this, she clenched her teeth and stabbed with a knife.

Zhuo Yifan couldn't help but be startled, and shouted blankly: "Miss Xiangyi, don't do it!" and then fainted.

The sharp blade that went forward stopped abruptly, and the woman was also startled, looking at him with two eyes wide open, and a look of surprise rose on her face at the same time.

At this moment, Qiu Wancheng, who had calmed down, shouted: "Green-clothed Shura, I think you have any other means?"

The woman came back to her senses from Zhuo Yifan, her eyes suddenly condensed, knowing that she had lost, and she couldn't bargain for anything if she continued to fight, so she instantly picked up Zhuo Yifan and escaped into a dark night - gone.

Qiu Wancheng, who rushed to the scene in an instant, stomped his feet angrily and scolded at the night: "Green-clothed Shura, I must kill you next time." ”

......

Before the curtain of darkness opened, there was already a dawn in the east, and the dots of stars were gradually fading away on the edge of the white bars.

The faint sky makes everything still in silence.

Zhuo Yifan woke up from a painful haze, his head was very heavy, he felt like drinking an old flower carving, and his vague vision made him unable to distinguish whether it was the real world in front of him or a dream caused by hallucination.

When he opened his black eyes, he saw the pink roof, the red lanterns hanging from the beams, and the swaying red light, in this antique attic, as if to cast a layer of mystery over everything, which made him a little dizzy.

There are several layers of milky white gauze hanging in the room. When the wind rises, the gauze tent dances lightly, and the red light shines on the white gauze tent, reflecting patches of crimson, like the cheeks of a shy girl. The soft silk silk is more like a newlywed gauze skirt, revealing excitement and festivity.

At this time, he was lying on a soft snow fox blanket, the soft fluff was like a woman's chest, soft and warm, which made him a little indulgent.

He reluctantly straightened his waist, and saw that not far from the snow fox velvet blanket, there were two tea tables, and the red sandalwood was carved with flying dragons and phoenixes, adding a few wisps of antique and elegant colors to the hut.

He couldn't help but stretch out his hand and pour himself a cup of tea, the tea was still hot, as if it hadn't been brewed for a long time, so the taste of the tea had not been lost, and it was still so rich and mellow.

In front of the window, there are several fragrant wood carved screens, the white screen is engraved with a hundred flowers and spring, and the agarwood emitted by the fragrant wood seems to bloom out like a hundred flowers, just like a fresh one.

Smelling the fragrance of the room, it seems that people are wandering in the sea of flowers and in the bright spring.

Zhuo Yifan looked at the fairyland-like scene in front of him, his eyes flowed, but his expression had already become a little sluggish.

He slowly walked down the stairs, trying to see where he was.

Reflecting the flickering red light, walking in the pink staircase, it is as if you have just stepped into the red dust from the heavenly steps.

When I got out of the pavilion, I saw an arch recessed in the milky white wall. From time to time, there are bursts of fallen leaves, accompanied by an intoxicating fragrance.

Zhuo Yifan frowned slightly, and muttered to himself: "Could it be that there are really fairies in it." ”

Faced with questions and curiosity, Zhuo Yifan planned to investigate.

Approaching the arch, Zhuo Yifan retreated, secretly thinking about what to do if he was no longer a fairy, but a fox demon and a tree monster.

Looking at the strange scene that revealed the initial confusion, Zhuo Yifan neither dared to enter, nor was he willing to retreat, after several psychological warfare, he mustered up the courage and walked inside.

Before stepping into the arch of the wall, Zhuo Yifan first shrank his head to see if it was too dangerous.

After several attempts, he did not feel any signs of danger, so he stepped into the arch with confidence.

When you step into the archway, you will be greeted by a leafy forest. The woods face the gust of wind, swaying the body, on the edge of the wall, there is a long stone tablet standing vertically, the stone tablet is about five feet, on the white stone surface, engraved with three big red characters "squinting the forest".

Those three big characters were like a spell, Zhuo Yifan glanced at it, as if he was firmly locked by it, making him stare selflessly, as if all the essence was absorbed by it.

His eyes suddenly flowed, and he couldn't help but step forward, stretching out his fingers and rubbing every word, rubbing every stroke. With each touch, his expression began to become strange, and his body seemed to be channeled with electricity.

The slightest cold sweat was also covered with forehead at this time, and suddenly his body trembled, and he couldn't help but retract his outstretched hand, as if his finger had been bitten by a poisonous snake.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, and secretly thought that the words on the stone tablet were too strange, as if something was going to pull him in.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but take two steps back, not daring to look at it again, let alone rubbing it again.

He turned his head and found a path in the woods, which was narrow enough to accommodate two people walking side by side.

This trail extends out of the forest, Zhuo Yifan stood at the crossing and looked inside, because the trail is tortuous, and he can't see the end at all, so he doesn't know how long the trail is.

Looking at the endless twists and turns of the path, it was like a magnetic field, and a large number of bands continued to pour into his mind, pulling Zhuo Yifan towards it.

Zhuo Yifan's head was a mess, and the dazzling endless path made him dare not open his eyes to look directly, and gradually squinted his eyes until his eyes were completely closed.

There were bursts of mysterious sounds from the depths of the path, and this sound was like a girl's coquettish moan, wave after wave, stimulating his every nerve.

After a few breaths, Zhuo Yifan suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes seemed to be wrapped in a layer of frost, as if freezing his black eyes, his eyes were stunned, and he could only stare directly into the depths of the trail.

His expression was sluggish, and his whole body seemed to be frozen, and his steps slowly walked towards the path in the forest.