cute husband is happy

Anxiously waiting for five days, Ning Miao felt that the nest in the room was about to grow mold and mushrooms, and finally heard the news, about midnight on the seventh day of Xueyue.

On the night of the [-]th, Huohuan City was snowing heavily. At midnight, the streets were empty. Wu Da dispatched the soldiers on duty in advance. government.

In the secret room of the City Lord's Mansion, Wu Da opened the mechanism, and an underground passage suddenly appeared.

Wu Mochen took the lead to step into the rotating downward stone ladder, with a calm expression.

Bai Bing turned into a tail to encircle the slender waist of his own little female, and his blue eyes were silent.

After being trained by heavenly secrets, Ning Miao's night vision ability is almost as good as that of an orc, but he can't see the end of the underground passage.

Such a huge and complex underground project is by no means a one-day achievement. Wu Mochen must have been very confident that he has endured it until now.

Wu Mochen's steps were neither fast nor slow, yet he strode a long way.

After walking for almost an hour, the temperature was unimaginably low, and when Ning Miao couldn't help shaking her upper teeth and shivering, the destination finally came into view.

The dazzling brilliance of the underground teleportation array almost blinded Ning Miao's eyes. The owner of the Wind and Sand City went to great lengths just to build a teleportation array?There must be something strange about this matter.

"3000 meters underground, the wave Phoenix Temple that transmits the pattern can't catch it." The look of doubt on the face of the little clan witch was very obtrusive, and Wu Mochen patiently explained, "Let's go."

Thoughts were peeked out, Ning Miao didn't feel embarrassed at all, and smiled, "Great, the distance calculation is accurate enough."

"It's just a pile of human lives." Wu Mochen said lightly, with his red eyes lowered, he stepped into the teleportation array.

Uh, Ning Miao's smile froze on his face, he let out a long sigh, and followed everyone's footsteps into the teleportation array.

The teleportation pattern shines brightly.

Next stop, Tiandu.

Sure enough, the connection point was also deep in the ground. Ning Miao was the last to flash out the teleportation array, and nearly a hundred fluorite lamps illuminated the underground space where the connection point was located.

Two hundred gold-armored soldiers knelt on the ground, and Wu Meng knelt on one knee in front of the formation, "Welcome Your Highness!"

On Ning Miao's forehead is a large capitalized word Fu. Wu Mochen is of noble birth, with a blood feud, and a dark heart. He is a proper protagonist. Master Ning has a good vision. He hugs his thighs and hugs him to be sure, obey!

Hey, the narcissism is over, and Ning Miao finds that everyone is not right, it's strange, it's just a pick-up, what's the trouble with forming a group of half-beasts?

Looking around, Ning Miao, a man of science and engineering, quickly discovered the classification criteria. Wu Mochen, Shui Jing, Wen Ge, and Ping remained the same, and the rest were all half-beasts. Hong Hong, Xiong Er, and Xiao Jiao had distorted facial features , looking extremely unwell.

The snake-shaped tail that had been wrapped around his waist tightened slightly, and Ning Miao asked in a low voice: "Brother Bing, it seems a bit weird here, everyone's condition is not right, are you okay, is there anything uncomfortable?"

The orc shook his head, pointing his index finger up.

Ning Miao raised her neck and saw some strange-shaped black crystals embedded in the ceiling of the underground space.

Hearing the words, Pidianpidian leaned over, and after turning into a half-beast, his hands became two chicken claws, and there was a lump of red meat on his nose, "Master Sacrifice, this is a vein crystal bought from the black market." , a special product of purgatory, can shield the perception of orcs, we are very close to the sky now, it is all thanks to it to not be swept away by the divine sense."

Ning Miao was speechless. Dare to engage in information warfare in different worlds. You have radar and I have jammers.

Wen Yu finished speaking in one breath, and suddenly remembered something, opened his eyes wide, opened his mouth, showing a look of surprise, "Ah, Lord Sacrifice, don't you feel anything? Is there any discomfort?"

"What? I should feel it?" Ning Miao was confused, "I don't feel it!"

Wen Ge's dead fish eyes half-closed, "Generally speaking, it is difficult for females to get used to vein crystals, one piece is enough to make them unconscious."

"Oh." Ning Miao said that it is difficult to explain this matter clearly. We are different, different, I am an alien, "Who made me the messenger of the gods, I am born too strong, there is no way."

The red-haired and red-eyed His Royal Highness Xiao Si of the Phoenix Clan in front did not turn his head. He was not at all curious about Ning Miao's abilities. He raised his hand to signal the kneeling worshipers to stand up, and his eyes fell on Wu Meng. Send someone over?"

"Reporting to Your Highness, no, I wonder if His Highness counts?"

Wu Mochen stood with his hands behind his back, his tone unconsciously relaxed, "Of course."

After saying that, he went straight away.

Shui Jing, Wen Ge, and Wen Yu bid farewell one after another, while the eight members of Chiyue City, accompanied by Wu Meng, climbed up step by step.

Relying on his status, Mr. Ping fell slowly at the end of the line.

Bai Bing has always been reticent, silently taking care of her little female half a step away from Ning Miao.

Yao Ling is not familiar with Wu Meng, so it is inconvenient to interrupt and just act as an observer.

Relatively speaking, Dashan doesn't like to gossip, and he occasionally agrees with him when he hears something interesting.

Little feet, Xiong Er, and Hong Hong played a play together, asking around Wumeng, such as when brother Meng came to Tiandu, how big the sky is, where is the Phoenix Temple, and whether the king of the Huang clan is with Wumo? The minister looks a lot like this.

The corners of Wumeng's eyes twitched, and he didn't look at the monk's face to look at the Buddha's face. After all, he was an acquaintance brought by Ning Miao, so it's hard to keep a straight face and pretend he didn't hear it, so he answered one by one. Wu Meng knew everything to say, and he talked all kinds of gossip.

Ning Miao took the sheep and listened to his ears. There is one that has a deep memory. His Royal Highness, the Crown Prince of the Eastern Palace, is the first heir to the throne of Tiandu. Mr. Wu Bo is a freak. He doesn't like females. Forced to marry, Wu Baijun would rather die than obey, and the father and son have been fighting for hundreds of years.

Ning Miao deeply sympathizes with the prince of the Huang Clan who has never met before, he is a true comrade.

From the underground to the ground, it took another hour to walk, and finally climbed the damned revolving stone staircase. Ning Miao thought the air outside was very fresh, but ended up taking a mouthful of ice slag, "refreshing" from head to toe.

In the past, a poet described the snow as big as a mat. The teacher asked what rhetorical technique was used. Ning Miao’s first answer was exaggeration. The snowflakes are as big as a bamboo mat. It’s so beautiful when it falls. The poet who watched the snow scene was buried alive every minute .

Fuck, what I saw in front of me directly slapped my face, the snow in Tiandu is not snow, the snowflakes are like hexagonal white reed mats, the big ones are not enough to describe with exaggeration.

Visibility was extremely low, and there was no shadow of Wangcheng. Ning Miao asked the commander of the Fengshacheng Legion, who was not surprised by him, "Brother Meng, how far is this place from the sky?"

"It's pretty close." Wu Meng pointed to the north, "Cross the mountain in front, and you can see the Five Great Phoenix God Terraces."

Ning Miao hehe, "It's pretty close."

8000 meters above sea level?Over the world's highest peak?

After resting for half a day, Ning Miao invited Shui Jing to send a message to Chiyue City. At this time, the Xiaozu Wu was very grateful that Qing Miao rejected his proposal to go to Tiandu, just to talk about Ning Miao's pain in thinking about her children.

Half a day later, the snow became lighter and changed from being as big as a reed mat to as big as a lotus cover. Wu Mochen sent Wen Yu to urge Ning Miao and others to set off.

Ning Miao wrapped up her new fur, looked bitterly at the "mountain" and sighed, frowning, alas, there is no oxygen bottle Rhodiola, what should I do if I am hypoxic at high altitude.