Huang caught up with Yi Gucheng. In the howling wind, Huang frowned slightly and snatched the egret from Yi Gucheng's shoulder with lightning speed.

Holding the egret in his arms, Huang raised his eyebrows at Yi Gucheng, whose face was ashen, and left arrogantly.

He is a man with a temper.

Yi Gucheng stood in the void, gritting his teeth and looking at Huang's graceful back. He clenched his hands tightly, and the sound of bones colliding suddenly sounded.

With a "swish" sound, Yi Gucheng quickly followed the figure in front of him. How could his woman be touched by others?

Helplessly, Huang was obviously not far away from him, but he just couldn't catch up.

Huang walked forward with grace and speed. Moonlight quietly glanced at Yi Gucheng, who was furious, and a wisp of cunning light flashed in his eyes.

The corners of Bailu's mouth twitched and she rolled her eyes again. It turned out that Huang and Yi Gucheng were almost the same, they were both very childish when they were childish.

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In a space full of torrents, the air rotates at extremely fast speeds, turning invisible into tangible forms, forming whirlpools, like meteors, rushing back and forth in a space that is neither large nor small.

The sharp whirlpool is full of sharpness, with a trace of chilling air.

It seems that even the soul will be pierced by such a stab.

In this space full of chilling atmosphere, a secret room with eight walls is suspended in mid-air. The eight corners of the secret room are all strung with chains. At the end of the chains, there is an endless depth of the horizon, annihilation.

In the mist.

One after another, figures fell into this space full of killings, staring at the solemn secret room.

"Fire Phoenix, where is it?" The egret jumped off Phoenix and looked at the secret room.

Yi Gucheng fell between the egret and Huang, and forced Huang who was standing next to the egret to squeeze out.

Huang smiled lightly, looked at Yi Gucheng and shook his head helplessly.

It seems good to live like this for this period of time... After all, after the soul is handed over to Yan Sifeng, it will be difficult to live like this.

…

Feiyan nodded and looked at the secret room, showing a trace of sadness involuntarily.

Compared to her and Zhui Bing, mother's suffering was the real suffering.

"Then what are you waiting for? Let's go in." Yinlong just raised his foot, his face suddenly changed, and he pulled his foot back fiercely.

Looking down, he saw where the silver dragon had raised his feet, a series of killing whirlpools sweeping past like a storm.

This powerful aura made everyone feel the danger!

"Qingkong and I were almost strangled by these whirlpools before." Feiyan's face turned slightly pale, and she was obviously still a little scared.

“Nothing to fear!”

While everyone was thinking about how to deal with these whirlpools, Qing Zhuyu patted the dust on his body, then elegantly opened his robe and sat down cross-legged.

His hands were spread out in a straight line above his legs, and a burst of white and bluish light suddenly appeared in Qing Zhuyu's hands.

A green bamboo harp appeared vaguely in the light,

Within a moment, it turned into a physical entity and landed on Qing Zhuyu's legs.

As soon as the green bamboo harp appeared, the whole space seemed to be filled with a fresh bamboo fragrance.

This feeling is like the scent of peonies wafting from a battlefield where corpses are all over the ground and rivers of blood flow. It's hard to describe.

Slender white hands were placed lightly on the strings, Qingzhuyu raised the corners of her lips slightly, closed her eyes slightly, moved her fingers slightly, and a burst of elegant sound came from the piano.

It was like a gust of wind blowing through everyone.
Chapter completed!