After rebirth, the empress was spoiled by the emperor's uncle like a little girl

The moment A Bao turned around, her uncle grabbed her wrist tightly and pulled her into his arms.

He held her waist with one hand and swung out with the sword in the other.

Xuanyuan Fengran's black eyes grew colder as he glanced at the silver sword in his hand that could cut through iron like mud, and the strand of white mycelium that was not damaged at all.

Amidst the rustling and chaos, Po managed to look back.

Strands of white mycelium as tall as two people suddenly emerged from the ground, swaying and cautiously moving towards us.

The hunt begins in an instant.

The white mycelium that was originally wriggling slowly suddenly became much faster than Abao and his companions had expected.

In the blink of an eye, they were overwhelming and approaching them right in front of them.

However, Luo Qian, who was tightly holding Bai Zhe's arm, was distracted and hesitated: She is just a little slave girl, but she is an old acquaintance of the Lord of the Netherworld.

No wonder the Lord of the Netherworld flatly refused when she tried to win him over for the first time.

If it was such a coincidence, why did the Lord of the Netherworld suddenly agree to join forces with her? And hold the little slave girl hostage to threaten Master Pei?

Just now, he risked his life to run to save this little slave girl?

At this moment, the earth suddenly shook violently again.

Luo Qian didn't have time to come to his senses and lost his balance. In panic, he subconsciously grabbed Bai Cha as a cushion.

They fell into the soft mycelium together, and were instantly entangled by the tentacle-like mycelium and sunk into the mucus secreted by the mycelium.

A Bao heard Bai Cha's shrill scream, turned around and was suddenly surprised.

The mycelium wrapped around the white tea, sucked the blood, and slowly flowed forward along the mycelium veins.

Bai Zhe kept swinging his sword to cut off the mycelium, but the mycelium remained - not damaged at all.

But Luo Qian, when Bai Cha was almost sucked dry, managed to crawl out of the blood-sucking hyphae unharmed.

Seeing this scene, Abao became more certain of her initial guess.

This group of soft, wriggling white mycelium and those beautiful little mushrooms will not harm Luo Qian at all.

But, what is the reason?

A thought flashed through his mind, and just as A Bao grabbed it, he was carried on the shoulders of his black-robed uncle. With the sword and the man, they managed to clear a way out from the overwhelming white mycelium.

Bai Cha was still screaming in pain, begging: "Save me, it hurts, it hurts so much, Brother Mu Liang, come and save me..."

Luo Qian tightly grasped Bai Zhe who was about to step forward, "Her blood is about to be sucked dry! She won't survive! Let's go!"

A Bao raised his eyes and glanced at Bai Zhe and the others.

Suddenly, she discovered strangely that there was something wrong with the white mycelium in the underground cave.

They surged like waves, and there seemed to be more of them chasing after her and the black-robed uncle.

No, the one they are chasing should be her.

Only then did A Bao notice that the old wound on the palm of her hand had opened and was dripping with blood.

And the group of white mycelium were obviously very interested in her blood.

Oh my god! Are they picky eaters?

When he missed a step and fell into a deep pit, A Bao silently complained: Is it her alone who is responsible for the trouble? That's not good.

A moment later, when Po climbed up from the bottom of a deep pit filled with fallen leaves, he was amazed at first sight.

Above this underground cave, there is a bright pearl hanging, emitting a soft halo that covers an extremely exquisitely carved garden.

A garden constructed in this way must have been created by the magic of nature.

In order to find out what was going on, A Bao pulled his black-robed uncle into the garden.

The garden gate is not closed, everything is elegant and quiet.

Walking through the abandoned corridors, A Bao felt more and more that the owner of this garden must have put a lot of thought into it.

But over the years, the gauze and bamboo curtains have long been covered with dust.

However, the bamboo forest in the garden was full of vitality, and the rustling sound made Abao certain that there was an exit from this underground garden.

But she secretly glanced at the black-robed uncle beside her and discovered with worry.

The emperor's uncle, who looked like a devil in a black robe, had most of his face hidden in the darkness, making it difficult to tell whether he was happy or angry. However, she could still tell from the fact that his jawline was extremely tense that he was trying hard to restrain something.

At this time, something very light and dense came winding towards me.

A Bao held his breath and concentrated, trying to distinguish the slight sound.

But after a while, she turned around and looked at the moon-shaped window, only to find a person standing there.

The ink-stained wide robe was embroidered with cold frost, and the figure was that of a man.