Mother Fox vows not to be a slave

Chapter 80 The Cold...Ghost Eyes

Xuan Qing was taking his pulse, his brows were furrowed, "An'an, this is not an ordinary internal injury, Qing Zhu needs rest, you should go out first."

"Okay." She sighed, transformed into a bloody lotus, placed it in Qingzhu Daojun's hand instead of her own hand.

As soon as she walked out of the wooden house, a quicksand-like hole suddenly appeared on the ground, and she stuck her foot in it, unable to move.The ground is constantly sinking, the bottom is pitch black, and nothing can be seen, Mu An'an grabs the vine on one side, but is unable to climb up.

The thin figure of a woman was slowly swallowed like this, without anyone noticing.

There was darkness in front of her eyes, and this place should be a cave, because if her falling trajectory deviates a little bit, she will hit the sharp protrusions on both sides that are similar to rocks, her arm should be scratched, and the hot and humid liquid will be hit along the way Sprinkle to both sides.

Bang!She smashed on a big rock, and her internal organs seemed to be displaced.

Mu An'an condensed spiritual power in the palm of his hand, and illuminated this inexplicable place. The cave was very humid, and the stone walls on both sides were covered with moss, and the mysterious protrusion seemed to be a relatively hard plant.Her arms were numb, maybe it was the poison of the plant, the place where she landed was a translucent block of ice emitting a chill.

There is a charm on it and the aura of the mountain lord.

There was a vague human figure in the ice. She lay down on her stomach and wanted to see it clearly. She opened her eyes and looked for a long time, but she couldn't see whether it was a man or a woman.Just when her eyes were getting closer to the ice cube, the person inside the ice cube suddenly moved!
The distance between them shortened instantly, and the man's face became so clear that it was visible to the naked eye.

He couldn't tell whether it was a man or a woman. The man suddenly opened his eyes, which were gray spirals, and the left half of his face was completely bloody and bloody after being burned by the flames.The man opened his mouth and smiled, his teeth were full of dark red dried blood.

With four eyes facing each other, Mu An'an flicked back suddenly!
When I looked again, the man just closed his eyes, his face was white and clean, quiet and peaceful.

what? ! !This pupil is definitely not owned by humans, is it a sealed monster?
The ice block suddenly began to fall, and the stone wall next to it also cracked, making a piercing sound. She covered her ears, only to find that the spell had been lifted halfway!
"Song of the Four Seasons... Qingliang boy... Death and soul ecstasy..."

From the deeper darkness, an old female voice came out, the falling speed of the ice cubes gradually slowed down, Mu Anan lost all feeling from fingertips to shoulder blades, and her legs were stabbed by the cold air of the ice cubes.

His whole body, except his brain, was probably intact.

In the distant sky, there is a little candlelight, dangling, suspected to be a will-o'-the-wisp.

The singing continued. Mu Anan turned over and rolled to the ground, barely staying away from the ice cube.

"Where is the sacred place?"

The candlelight stopped in one place, maybe the person holding the candlestick stopped in his tracks, "Young fellow Taoist, I am Chunyun."

He was actually a cultivator, in this place where the sun never shines...

"In my later life, Ziqing, I met Chunyun Dao...po." When she saw the gray-haired old man, she abruptly changed "Taoist" to "Taopo".

"Ziqing, the old man thanked you for this, and actually pried the seal, so that I can go out." Taoist Chunyun said, grinning from the corners of her mouth to her ears, a terrifying smile.

"Wait!" Mu An'an was about to ask how to get out, but Chun Yun had disappeared, but her left ankle was suddenly held by a cold hand!
　This is the first time I write a quick time travel, it is inevitable that there are inappropriate places, please bear with me.However, the score dropped to 9.0 all of a sudden, and my mood suddenly collapsed...

　　If you write too many sweet articles, you might want to replace them with some sour, scary or sadistic ones.

　　Just think of it as a change of mood.

　　This world ends HE.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)