The God of Raiders dressed as Pan Jinlian

Now, Wu Song can no longer deceive himself that he has no feelings for Pan Jinlian.

The throbbing in his heart and the quickening heartbeat all told him that he longed for this titular sister-in-law, and it was not a superficial liking, but a desire to have this from the inside out. human love.

Wu Song has never been like this moment, longing for the passage of time to be slower, slower.

He is extremely clear, clearly aware that the intimacy he has with Pan Jinlian is actually stolen.

He is a shameful scumbag.

Coveted someone who shouldn't be coveted.

However, he didn't want to let go, he just wanted to carry his elder brother behind his back and get closer to his elder brother's husband in this dark and deep passage.

Just when Wu Song's thoughts became more and more complicated, his brother's voice sounded from the other side.His elder brother didn't notice anything, but focused on looking at the murals engraved on the passage, his voice was low and calm: "This painting is a story."

Wu Zhi observed these murals and easily came to this conclusion.

When Wu Song heard Wu Zhi's words, he wanted to ask the story on the mural, but he was afraid that if he opened his mouth, the slightly hoarse voice due to excessive restraint would reveal something.

In the end, Fu Zhenhong asked this sentence: "What story?"

Fu Zhenhong's voice sounded very normal, it was still a clear voice, unhurried, like the evening wind blowing slowly in the valley under the night.

Emotions seem to be unaffected.

Wu Song couldn't tell whether it was disappointment or what.

The man beside him was too calm, so calm that it gave him a feeling. The reason why the other party didn't withdraw his hand and chose to let him hold it was not because he had different feelings for him, but because of what he had done. Because, to this man, it doesn't matter at all.

Because I don't care.

Thinking that this might be the reason, the secret joy deep in Wu Song's heart dissipated in an instant, and he seemed to have been hit in the head.

As if awakened by a knock, Wu Song let go, but his face gradually darkened.At the same time, the scarlet accumulation in his pupils became more and more obvious.

At this time, Fu Zhenhong seemed to have a feeling, and turned her head to look at Wu Song.

Fu Zhenhong's action immediately attracted Wu Zhi's attention.

Wu Zhi asked Fu Zhenhong with concern: "What's wrong?"

As he said that, he followed Fu Zhenhong's gaze to Wu Song on the other side.

Wu Song lowered his eyes slightly, the bangs on both sides covered the end of his eyes, and the shadows also covered the scarlet in his pupils.

Fu Zhenhong half-closed her eyes, stared at Wu Song for two seconds, then withdrew her gaze, and replied to Wu Zhi: "It's nothing."

After the words fell, he repeated what he said just now, and asked Wu Zhi to tell the story he saw from the mural.

Wu Zhi's expression moved slightly, his eyes were cold, and after examining Wu Song calmly, he summed up the content of the mural in the most concise language: "An evil king in an ancient tribe who feeds on blood was sacrificed by the villagers to The story of his brides burning together."

When Fu Zhenhong heard this, he became a little curious. He walked to Wu Zhi's side, followed Wu Zhi to look at the mural carved on the passageway, and said with great interest, "So this is the story of the owner of the tomb?"

Wu Zhi said: "Eight or nine is not far from ten."

Fu Zhenhong gave a chuckle with unknown meaning, and commented indifferently: "The hunter turned into the prey, and the king who was burned to death with the combined efforts of a few sacrificers is not good."

After Fu Zhenhong finished speaking, the air seemed to freeze for a moment, and Wu Song's eyes flickered for a moment, which was so fleeting that people couldn't catch it.

After a while, his low voice sounded slowly from Fu Zhenhong's side: "There seems to be a door ahead."

He raised his finger and pointed forward, Fu Zhenhong and Wu Zhi looked in the direction he pointed.

I saw a flickering halo about 100 meters ahead.

At the moment when the halo lights up, you can vaguely see behind the halo, there is an iron gate of moderate size.

Fu Zhenhong said: "Then let's go there first." As he spoke, he took the lead in speeding up.Wu Zhi and Wu Song hummed at the same time, and immediately increased their forward speed.

Soon, the three of them approached the flickering halo.

Wu Zhi glanced over the somewhat dazzling halo, and glanced at the iron gate behind the halo.

And just when Wu Zhi was thinking about what kind of mechanism this iron door needs to be opened, the iron door opened automatically.

Wu Zhi was stunned for two seconds, and then he and Fu Zhenhong looked at each other.

At this time, Wu Song suddenly asked, "Do you want to go in?"

Fu Zhenhong and Wu Zhi responded at the same time, and then they looked at each other with a tacit understanding.

This scene fell in Wu Song's eyes, and he felt upset for a while.

With his jawline tight, he moved first, walked directly between Fu Zhenhong and Wu Zhi, and then stepped into the door.

Coincidentally, Wu Song, who entered behind the door, saw Xi Jianlin who happened to come out of the iron gate on the opposite side.

Looking at each other, Wu Song was about to speak, but Xi Jianlin suddenly looked away, and looked at Fu Zhenhong behind Wu Song brightly, with a hint of joy in his pupils.

Fu Zhenhong naturally also saw Xijian Lin.

But only Xijianlin was seen.

He didn't see any of the people from Dali Temple who were supposed to go all the way with Xijianlin, including Zhou Yu.

As for Xijianlin's state at this moment, compared with when they parted not long ago, they are obviously much more embarrassed.

There was a little dust on his handsome face, his fair skin was also a little dirty, his hair was a little messy, and his clothes were not as neat as they were at the beginning. If you look carefully, you can find some irregularities on his outer shirt. Less shades of scratches.

These traces seem to be barely scratched when dodging sharp arrows.

Obviously, the other passage that Xi Jianlin walked was not as peaceful as the passage that Fu Zhenhong and the two brothers from the Wu family took.

Fu Zhenhong frowned slightly, and a thought flashed across her eyes.

"What about the others?" he asked.

Xi Jianlin shook his head: "I don't know, we got separated."

Wu Zhi paused: "Scattered?"

Xi Jianlin hummed, not in a very good mood.

He raised his eyes to look at Wu Zhi, then turned his gaze to Fu Zhenhong, and was silent for a moment before telling what happened.

It turned out that he and the people from Dali Temple were walking in the passageway, but not long after they got there, a golden armor guard accidentally bumped into the mechanism.

The mechanism was activated, and the passage they were in changed, breaking into two pieces, and then like a spliced ​​maze, moving stone walls appeared, separating him from the others.

Then, he was attacked by a dense rain of arrows. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and his lightness kungfu was very good, so he got out of the crisis.Although he was a little embarrassed at the end, he was not injured in the end.

Fu Zhenhong glanced at his empty hands: "Where's your Feng Shui compass?"

Xi Jianlin touched his nose in embarrassment: "I lost it."

At that time, all his attention was on dodging the rain of arrows. After all, if he was not serious, he would be stabbed by the sharp long arrows, so he didn't care about other things at all.

After he was out of danger, he found that his feng shui compass had disappeared.Xi Jianlin recalled it, probably when he used Qinggong to avoid the rain of arrows, he accidentally dropped it while turning around.

Fu Zhenhong didn't speak, she looked at Xijian Lin quietly thinking about something.

Xi Jianlin raised his eyelids and emphasized: "The situation was really urgent at that time, so I was a little too busy."

After all, the situation at that time was really very dangerous, and he was almost stabbed in the heart several times.If it wasn't for the online qinggong and the full stack of luck points, Xi Jianlin felt that he might not be able to see Pan Jinlian.

Thinking of this, Xi Jianlin took a few steps forward. He walked up to Fu Zhenhong, then lifted his sleeves, revealing the wrist that was cut by the long arrow: "Look."

Fu Zhenhong followed the trend and took a look.

I saw several arrow wounds on Xi Jianlin's hand. Although each arrow wound didn't seem to be very deep, the wounds were bloody and criss-crossed, which looked very serious visually.

Xi Jianlin said: "Master, I'm in so much pain." His tone was soft, mixed with a bit of grievance as if begging for comfort.

He obviously has a beautiful and romantic appearance, and his figure is much taller than Fu Zhenhong's. The shadow that falls on his body almost completely covers the thin Fu Zhenhong. However, coupled with this somewhat dirty face at the moment, It's a bit like a little puppy who needs to be hugged after being injured.

Seeing this, Wu Zhi frowned, really wanting to kill this shameless man with a silver needle.But after thinking that Pan Jinlian didn't like him making decisions without authorization, he finally restrained this impulse.

After all, he finally got a closer bond with his husband, and Wu Zhi didn't want to let the relationship between himself and his lover return to the original point because of his temporary patience.

Thinking of this, Wu Zhi adjusted his emotions as much as possible.

Even though the hand hanging by his side had already been clenched into a fist, and the nails were sunk into the palm, he still didn't make any movement, suppressing the surging jealousy and dark and dark madness in his heart.

Fu Zhenhong seemed not aware of Wu Zhi's emotions, and asked Xi Jianlin, "Does it hurt so much?"

Xi Jianlin nodded hurriedly: "Yes, it hurts." At the end, he followed up and said: "But if you blow it up for me, Master, it won't hurt so much."

He finished his last sentence.

Fu Zhenhong fell silent.

Two seconds later, Fu Zhenhong said in a neutral tone, "You, you're not out of your mind, are you?"

Xi Jianlin: "..."

He knew that this kind of nasty and greasy words should not be used on this person.

Wu Zhi sneered and said two words: "Idiot."

When Wu Zhi said this, he didn't deliberately lower his volume, Xi Jianlin naturally heard it.He wasn't annoyed at all, he just gave Wu Zhi a sideways look, and said unhurriedly: "You can't bear the sight of me wanting to kill me but having to suppress it is really ugly."

After the words fell, without waiting for Wu Zhi to speak, Xi Jianlin looked at Wu Song who had been silent all this time, and deliberately threw the question to Wu Zhi's own brother named Wu Zhi: "Do you think I'm right, Wu Song?"

Wu Song's expression moved, but he didn't look at Shangxi Jianlin, "Now is not the time to talk about this."

Xi Jianlin nodded: "That's right, it's really inappropriate to say these things."

He put away his playful expression, turned his eyes back to Fu Zhenhong, and said seriously: "The passageway that I and the people from Dali Temple took has a mechanism, what did you find there?"