Gong Shaochen narrows his pill

"Young Master Gong, what should we do now?" Someone whispered to the leader of the man in black.

"Flame, only after the firefly burns everything, will it leave such a strange smell?" The tall figure looked down at the pile of ashes, narrowed his eyes, and a cold smile appeared beside his thin lips: "It's really, it's still one step late, and the man still acts like this as usual with a gentle appearance of a god."

I don't know how long it took, another black shadow led a group of men in black to open the door of the stone chamber with difficulty. I saw a pile of burnt ashes, but the smell of blood in the air was dissipated, and instead a strange dead and suffocating fragrance drifted away.

...

Only the cold wind was left, bringing a ferocious and stinky smell of flesh and blood in the underground palace. The fireflies burned out their blood and tears, and it looked like another curse.

...

Xiu Bai's figure paused, and then left calmly without looking back.

The laughter was like a curse, which made people feel palpitations.

But after leaving for a while, Qin Sheng suddenly heard a casual and painful laughter coming from behind: "Hahaha, Qin's boy, you are cold-hearted... cold-lung... Even if you are ruthless as a god, you are always misled by the passionate world... You are so cruel... Sooner or later, love has no place to rely on, hatred has no end... lonely and entrusted forever!"

After saying that, he turned around and went out, no longer looking at the situation behind him. The Yaosi Wu Guards also followed him away.

A deep light flashed in Qin Sheng's amber pupils, as if he had seen the scene many years ago, and seemed to have remembered something. After a moment of moving, his expression was calm and cold: "I am crazy about love, and I naturally don't realize that I am in hell, but I just seek kindness and get kindness."

Even Yaosi's martial guards who were used to life and death could not help but feel a little scared.

At this moment, Tang Motian seemed to have not seen the flames on the coffin, and rushed over and hugged the coffin tightly. The flames instantly licked his dry body. At this moment, the burning made his skin sizzle, and a burnt smell, but he looked as if he was willing to accept it. He pressed against the face of the female corpse through the crystal coffin that was about to be burned, with a sweet face full of timidity.

Can fireflies turn jade into powder, let alone flesh and blood?

Seeing this, Shui Yao narrowed his eyes and whispered: "The flame has not yet died, doesn't he feel pain?"

As he said that, he raised his hand and hugged the coffin tightly, pressed his face against it, as if he had no idea about the ignited flames.

Tang Motian ignored them, but saw the coffin flying over, and immediately rushed up and hugged it tightly, stroking the crystal coffin with a look of relief and worry: "Ayun, Ayun, it's all my fault. If you don't protect you well, are you okay?"

At this moment, under Qin Sheng's order, they immediately retreated with good training.

Tang Motian's martial arts are already in the realm of Zhenhua, and they are unfathomable. Although the Qing-clothed martial guards rely on their formation and desperate fighting style to trap the opponent for a while.

Qin Sheng took a look at the hidden sea chart, nodded slightly, and signaled Jin Yao to put it away. Then, he raised his hand and wide sleeves and threw the coffin in his hand towards the old man who was fighting with the Wu Guards. At the same time, he said lightly: "Wu Guard will follow the order and retreat."

"The Lord is indeed a hidden sea chart." Jin Yao said respectfully.

The green-clothed martial guards beside Qin Sheng immediately formed a formation and rushed towards Tang Motian. The young martial guards narrowed their eyes and instantly pointed their toes. They raised their hands and put on special gloves to grab the things that Tang Motian threw in their hands. They looked at the painting carefully, and then carefully pulled out a piece of paper from the scroll and handed it to the people around them to check the drugs. They made sure there was no problem, and then handed it to their own master.

Such terrible fireworks as fireflies can even burn rocks to ashes, and they cannot be burned out, and they will never be destroyed.

"Fengyan! No, I'll give you all the things!" Tang Motian obviously knew what it was, and was shocked in an instant. He raised his hand and threw the things in his hand to Qin Sheng, and pounced towards Qin Sheng regardless of the matter.

"I am playing this game of slaughtering Tangjiabao with you until now." Qin Sheng's handsome face was cold, and his voice was even softer and cold. Suddenly, he raised his hand suddenly, and flicked his snow-white wide sleeves, and the strange flames instantly ignited from under the crystal coffin.

The other party was right, and the hidden sea chart was of no use to him, but... he was proud all his life, but he was played with in his palm by this junior who could be his great-grandson. How could he accept it?

"You...you...this bastard!" Tang Mo was so angry that he almost vomited blood. His turbid eyes were filled with pain, but he kept struggling to hand over the hidden sea chart.

Qin Sheng seemed to have never heard of his threat, and said calmly: "Tang Motian, hand over the Tang Dynasty's hidden sea chart, which does not belong to you, or you may see that your woman and son's corpse are gone."

A thin old man shrank in a corner in a mess, his face full of folds, like a dry old tree, pale hair, and hunched figure, his eyes were hunched, and his eyes were glaring at the man who forced him into a desperate situation not far away: "Boy, give me my Ayun back. Don't think that you have excellent martial arts skills, don't say that I live decades more than you, just say that you are still in the old underground palace. If you believe it or not, let your corpse be gone!"

What's even more strange is that he was carrying a coffin in his hand. The crystal coffin was extremely heavy, but you could see the face of the young female corpse contained inside, which was lifelike.

The weird contrast makes people creepy.

Even the air seemed to become sticky, suffocating, and the white shadow standing on the bloody side was like a jade man. Wherever it stood, it was not like a bloody underground palace, but like a palace in the ninth level of heaven. What was trampled on was not sticky blood, but a cloud of nectar.

The soft and cool voice echoed in the dull underground palace. The people in green held a long sword in their hands. There was still bloody blood flowing down the sword body, and blood flowed into a river on the ground, and a piece of broken limbs and arms were broken.
Chapter completed!