Secret Service Princess: The Cold Prince’s Black Belly Wife

"No hint? Is it the same as the concept of silent sound?" Leng Yetong frowned slightly and whispered her understanding, but no one would answer her again. Looking up at the dark road, the anxiety became deeper and deeper. Jiuli fantasy, it seems that I heard Beichen Moxuan said once, what did not care at that time, I would like to ask a few more words.

"There is no other way but to break through." Although hesitated, this is the only way to do it today. Leng Yetong took a deep breath, lifted her feet, and walked out of the dark room.

As soon as the front foot came out of the dark room, the surrounding scenery changed immediately. It was not an imaginary dark endless channel, but an oasis. She reached out and touched the towering ancient tree. The slightly cold, wrinkled touch made her frown, really? Still fake?

After setting her mind, she lifted her feet and walked toward the depths of the forest. Without entering the tiger's hole, she won't be able to find a tiger.

In the Prime Minister ’s Mansion, Beichen Moxuan held two maps in his hand. One was the map handed to him by the blue cricket and the green cricket, which clearly marked the position where the Jiuli's spiritual power flowed. Dots and big red dots are clearly marked. The other map is a map of the abnormal location in the capital just sent by the dark guard from Baili Momo. The number of red circles indicates the degree of anomaly.

Beichen Moxuan put two maps on top of each other and held them up to the sunlight. Although there are many points on the two maps, there are only a few points that really overlap. Beichen Moxuan kept these points firmly in mind, and made a simple analysis to exclude the most unlikely positions. I originally thought of deleting them directly, but I thought it would be better to stop. The mind of Jiuli No one can tell, let's go find them one by one. Thinking, put the two maps in your arms, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

How long I have walked can no longer remember, I looked at the sun on the head through the dense branches and leaves, Leng Yetong but holding on to the trunk, wiped the sweat from my face without staying, and breathed slightly, and stretched out The tongue licked chapped lips, and there were so many trees covering it. The temperature in this place was almost the same as that in Africa. It is really hard to imagine what the effect would be without these trees.

"Wow, wow," thought the sound of the stream flowing, and she walked towards the source of the sound. At such a hot temperature, if you do n’t drink any more water, let alone go out, you are likely to confide here .

After returning to hundreds of steps, a clear stream appeared in front of you, raising your vigilance, watching the wind blowing around, and making sure you were no one, you approached the stream. Squat down, remove the silver badger between your hair, and submerge it into the stream. The silver badger does not change color, indicating that it is non-toxic. But inexplicable anxiety made her more vigilantly throw a leaf into the stream.

The leaves as light as hair did not float on the water, but sank straight to the bottom of the stream. From the falling speed of the leaves and the angle of refraction of the sun, Leng Yetong found out that this stream can no longer be called a stream, and its depth has reached more than two meters.

"It's weak water." For the phenomenon of the leaves sinking to the bottom of the brook, the word 'weak water' entered her mind. The ancient book records that everything is weak within the weak water, and everything is weak on the weak water. It seems that not only is the illusion of Jiuli, there is still something real.