The Demonic King Chases His Wife: The Rebellious Good-for-Nothing Miss

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The Soviets standing in the aperture only felt that their brains were blind. When they opened their eyes, the surrounding scenes had changed.

Su Luo opened his eyes and felt that the light in front of him was extremely glaring, and he could not help but cover his eyes with his own hands.

For a while she adapted to the light here.

Su Luo raised his head and swept his eyes.

What appeared in front of her was a huge stone cave.

In the cave, neatly and orderly rows of rows of yellow pear wood shelves.

On the shelf, Lingbao is divided into different categories, all around it is light, the stars are a little bit, and the lights are dazzling.

The feeling of the cave to the Soviet Union is similar to that of a modern supermarket, giving her a familiar feeling.

Sue carefully observed that the scope of the cave was not very large, only about a few hundred square meters.

But she understood it with a little thought.

Nangong Liuyun is not in the same room as her, which means that there are at least two rooms in the Imperial Treasure House.

"This is the treasure room of the Nangong family? Is it too rich?" Su’s eyes looked around.

Each piece of Lingbao is wrapped in a faint glow and looks tempting.

Just in the sigh of Su Luo, Xiao Shenlong drilled his head from her space.

"Hey--" Xiaoshen looked at the Lingbao around him and suddenly opened his mouth.

I only heard the sound of hula la la, and when the resounding eyes were fixed, the light that wrapped the Lingbao was gone.

Su Luo squinted his eyes wide open and poked the head of Xiaolong: "What have you done?"

The little dragon jumped into the arms of the Soviet Union two or three times. He tried to touch his round belly and muttered pitifully: "Hungry..."

"The aura of that group has been absorbed by you. Are you still hungry?" Su wakes up and knows, grasping the little dragon and blinking.

The aura that surrounds Lingbao, but the essence of Lingbao, will be greatly reduced after the loss.

The little dragons are good, and they are all absorbed away in one breath. If you let the elders of the Nangong family see it, I am afraid that the little dragon will be caught and stewed?

Who knows that the little dragon is still not aware of it, it is holding the hand of the Soviet Union on its soft abdomen, pitifully licking the small mouth, and staring at the Soviet Union: "Hungry..."

That soft and soft little appearance, Meng's death, people are pity and love, can not wait to send all the good things in the world to it.

"But these have been swallowed up by you, you said, what can I do?" Su’s hands spread, indicating helplessness.

Originally, there were a few things in her Lingbao, but now that the effect is greatly reduced, she will naturally not take it anymore.

But it is also a little dragon luck, only it can absorb these aura, even she can not absorb.

Xiao Shenlong thought about it with his head, then extended his little finger and pointed to the front.

The surface of the Soviet Union is a difficult color, because the front of the small dragon is simply the rock wall. She does not have the ability to pass through the wall.

Who knows that Xiaoshen is particularly stubborn this time, insisting on insisting: "Baby, baby, a lot of baby..."

For the treasure hunt instinct of the little dragon, the Soviet Union is absolutely convinced.

"Well, let's find out the way." Su Luo placed the little dragon on the ground, and she carefully studied the smooth jade wall.

Outside the Treasure Pavilion.

Inside a small room.

Nangong is sitting cross-legged, and in front of him is a large transparent crystal ball with a fist.

At this point, a small black dot appears at the wall.