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

Beichen Moxuan frowned, not daring to carelessly, while escorting them to leave, while lifting up the spiritual power to prevent the quicksand from launching a new round of attack on them.

Several people were getting closer to the stone wall, the speed of the quicksand increased several times, and the sand pillars stabbed towards several people. Beichen Moxuan transported spiritual power, while helping the light to strengthen the protective film, while using spiritual power to block the offensive of the sand pillars, even though the speed of progress was slower, several people slowly moved to the front of the stone wall. At this moment, the quicksand turned into a giant shape, and the giant waved his thick arm and punched several people with one punch.

"Crash on!" Beichen Moxuan was startled, roared, and pushed several people into the stone wall with spiritual power, while shaking God, he was hit by the giant's fist, and fell into the quicksand.

"Beichen Moxuan !!!" Leng Yetong yelled, her heart was full of anxiety, and she wanted to rush to save him, but because of inertia, the three merged into the stone wall and wore into another space.

Several people passed through the stone wall, and quicksand lost the target of the attack. After several turns, the quicksand gradually dispersed, and the tomb returned to its original state, but there was no figure of Beichen Moxuan in the tomb.

A green light illuminated the tomb. Beichen Moxuan's body was wrapped in a green spirit ball, floating from the ground, pale, eyes closed, but a smile on his lips showed that he did not regret it.

"Hey, what should I do with you?" The woman sighed softly in the tomb, the green spiritual power wrapped in Beichen Moxuan turned dark green, his complexion gradually became ruddy, his eyes moved He moved and opened his eyes slowly.

"Xinger, I know it is you, why don't you come out to see me !?" Beichen Moxuan woke up, opened her eyes to do it, moved her hands, and the sound of love and hurt echoed in the tomb.

"Mo Xuan, you and I understand that Murong Xinger no longer exists. Why do you still have to be so persistent?" The woman sighed and said quietly, "I know everything you have done in this millennium, every time I heard that you've done something stupid again, and my heart will hurt a bit. It's been so long. Let yourself go. "

"No, Xing'er, I can never let you go!" Beichen Moxuan shook his head and said firmly, "The one thing that has made me survive this millennium is to look for you as an obsession. If this obsession is also If it does n’t exist, then I will give up the divine book, fall into the samsara, drink the water of the river of forgetfulness, and look forward to seeing you forever.

"Fool, why are you so persistent?" Murong Xing'er's voice carried deep helplessness and regret. She couldn't understand his character, sighed softly, and stopped speaking.

"Xinger, where are you? I want to see you." The voice of Beichen Moxuan's infinite attachment sounded, with eagerness never before in her eyes.

"Mo Xuan, come here, your companion is still waiting for you." Murong Xinger said nothing, after a long time, she said lightly, the spiritual power that wrapped Beichen Mo Xuan sent him into the stone wall After he passed the stone wall, her voice sounded again, and said, "Mo Xuan, remember, go out here and walk like right, no matter what the situation is, stick to the right, go, I'm at the tomb of God Deepest waiting for you. "

"Xinger !!!" Beichen Moxuan roared, his eyes seemed to feel wet, and before he said anything, what appeared to him was Leng Yetong's anxious face.