Chapter 622: The Beautiful Pool on the Wild Man Ridge

Blood scattered, and the burning substances scattered on the ground are slowly extinguishing.

Lan Guiqing's face turned pale. He only saw clearly that the little black man who was chopped in half by him was actually a little gorilla with black hair all over his body.

The blood from the edge of the knife gathers on the tip of the knife and then falls down drop by drop.

A "rustling" sound suddenly came from the jungle, like footsteps stepping on dead leaves.

Lan Mei listened with her breath and listened carefully. What he heard was a creepy and sinister smile. The laughter was not loud, but it sounded cold all over in the quiet night and the scalp was exploding. The laughter was soft and soft, but it was as cold as a blade.

Lan Yu slowly picked up the angrily wind lamp on the ground and ran towards the direction where the laughter came. He crawled into the jungle and threw the bloody corpse behind him... Next to the little gorilla's corpse, a tall black shadow suddenly appeared, as if a ghost emerged from below. The black shadow stared at a pair of green eyes, and a dull wailing sounded from his mouth...

Lan Meiqing shivered for no reason. He tightened his collar and used the tip of his knife to clear the thorns blocking the road.

I don’t know how many roads I have chased, but the soft and soft sound is still floating ahead. The sound is too thin and too faint, like a strand of gossip in the air.

Suddenly, countless torches lit up in front of them, and the torches poked on the ground.

The wind gradually subsided, and the forest was very quiet, but it started drizzling again, and the raindrops went from small to large, from sparse to dense. There was an open land in front of me, but there was a half acre of square pool in the middle. The wall of the pool was made of huge and hard blue stones. A woman in white was singing and dancing along the edge of the pool. Behind her was a white gauze scarf, covering half of her face with a waist-length length, and her other half was illuminated by torches of all sizes around, as beautiful as a fairy. There was a pleasure boat on the pool, and there was a person in the pleasure boat. The man had a kind face and a faint smile on his face.

Lan Meiqing was stunned. The person in the pleasure boat was actually Mrs. Xiao!

Old Mrs. Xiao was shaking her head lightly at Lan Mei, and she seemed to ask him to leave immediately.

The pleasure boat whirled in the pool. Under the bright firelight, Lan Meiqing saw in surprise that the old lady Xiao's hand was tied to the pillar of the boat. Who attacked this weak old man?

Lan Meiqing suddenly became angry, and he strode towards the woman in white by the pool...

The woman in white suddenly spoke: "Stop!" The voice was very ethereal, like a deep valley. The sound was very light, like a dead leaf that happened to fall in the boundless jungle.

Lan Yuqing stopped and looked at the woman with a surprised look. He was familiar with this sound. There were so many lingering and sweet nights. A soft and soft voice was telling his heart in his ears. But now... in this gloomy and terrifying Wildman Ridge, next to this mysterious pool, he actually heard the lingering sound again. The sound was very familiar, but the face was strange. What's going on? Are there two people in the world who have exactly the same voice? Lan Yuqing didn't speak for a long time, but just stared at the woman straight.

The woman suddenly smiled: "Am I beautiful?"

Lan Guiqing's face turned gloomy and asked without answering, "Who are you?"

The woman smiled again, her laughter was very light, her smile was very shallow: "Young Master Lan forgot me so quickly?"

Lan Meiqing sneered: "Who are you?"

The woman's face was full of resentment: "Hongyan is so weak. My life in Qiu Lihong seems to be thinner than paper!"

Lan Youqing said in surprise: "Are you Miss Six?"

The woman's voice was still so gentle: "Thanks to Mr. Lan who can still think of me, otherwise the little woman would feel very sad."

Lan Meiqing stared at half of the woman's face: "I usually use two methods to deal with lying people, one is to tear his mouth and the other is to cut off his tongue."

The woman smiled sweetly: "You are a gentle person, why do you want to scare me by saying such harsh words?"

Lan Meiqing sneered: "Everyone can change, you can change, why can't I change?"

A hint of undetectable chill flashed in the woman's clear eyes.

The blue and light and thick palms were pressed against the cold and hard hilt.

The woman looked at the shimmering pool surface and suddenly said, "Do you know what pool this is?"

Lan Mei said coldly: "You said."

The woman's red face shines brightly: "This is the legendary beauty pool."

Lan Meiqing said lightly: "That's just a legend."

The woman looked very excited on her face, but her voice became very cold without any warmth: "This is not a legend, it is a fact." She slowly turned sideways and continued, "I didn't believe it in the past, but now I believe it... Don't talk about you, even I can't recognize myself."

Lan Youqing sneered: "I want to jump into the pool and try it after hearing what you said."

The woman smiled: "It's a pity that you are a big man... This is a beautiful pool, not a handsome pool!"

Lan Meiqing was smiling and suddenly said, "Miss Six is ​​a beautiful woman who is fascinating in the country. Why do you still have to take this risk to come to this life-threatening Savage Ridge?"

The woman was still smiling, smiling brightly: "How can you men know about women's thoughts? What's more, I'm an adventurer."

Lan Meiqing didn't want to talk anymore, so he pointed to the pleasure boat in the pool and asked the woman: "Who tied Old Lady Xiao to the pillars of the boat?"

The woman said softly: "It's him!"

Lan Meiqing was a little puzzled and asked, "Who is he?" He said this and suddenly felt someone behind him. This feeling came very abruptly!

The woman still showed half of her face, with a faint expression and a faint smile. The white gauze scarf was dragged to the ground, and there was an indescribable elegance and agility.

Lan Youqing turned around suddenly and saw a person standing behind him, a man with only one arm.

The cold rain fell on his face. His blue, light and dark face became ugly: "Xiao Yuan!"

Xiaoyuan's clear eyes had become dull. He looked ahead with a wooden look, and the rain on his face slid down his cheeks.

Lan Meiqing walked over and looked at Xiaoyuan with a surprised look.

Xiaoyuan's dull eyes suddenly had red lines.

Lan Jueqing then realized that Xiaoyuan was holding a knife in his hand. The knife was hidden in his sleeve, and his hand was also hidden in his sleeve, but the sharp tip of the knife was exposed.

Lan Meiqing didn't say anything, he was thinking about what happened.

Xiaoyuan suddenly rushed over and stabbed Lan Meng's light chest with a sharp knife in his hand.

Lan Yu shouted angrily, and his thick palm clamped Xiaoyuan's wrist holding the knife.

The muscles on Xiaoyuan's face were twitching, and the sharp knife slid weakly from his hand.

Lan Meiqing stared at her angry eyes.

Xiao Yuan suddenly raised his broken arm. This was a real killing move! Who would have thought that a miserable short sword was tied to the ugly broken arm.

The dagger on the broken arm pounded firmly on the blue and light chest.

Lan Shaowei's light body shook for a moment, and the man was still standing steadily.

Xiao Yuan staggered and fell to the ground. The miserable green short sword on his broken arm had been broken into three pieces.

Surprisingly, the blue and light were not hurt at all!

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Chapter completed!