I’ve Led the Villain Astray, How Do I Fix It?

Xu Zikai nodded with a smile and looked at his brother's body. In fact, he wanted to see his brother dancing pole dance to him. Unfortunately, so far, this is still only a dream.

Two bamboo blame, one of them has been smashed, twitching from time to time on the ground, and the other squatting on the ground again and again with his own big hand to shoot the mouse, but again and again by the old tree from the fingers Slip out.

By this opportunity, Xu Xiyan three quietly stepped into the small stone building. Before entering, Xu Yanyan accidentally glanced at the plaque, only to think that a white shadow flashed past, and then wanted When you look closely, it is gone.

"brother?"

"Nothing." Xu Yanyan shook his head and looked at the vague Mo Xuan Pavilion on the plaque. He always felt that it was not his own illusion.

According to the guidelines of the map, the pedestrian quickly found the entrance to the secret path. It was a plain-looking bookcase that clung to the wall. If it looked from the outside, it could not be seen that there was a secret underneath. path.

The method of opening the secret path is also recorded on the map. Xu Yanyan swept a circle and saw a vase placed in the corner.

He walked over and forced the vase to one side, and the bookcase was lifted up along the wall, revealing the black hole.

Xu Xiaoyan didn't have time to say anything. He threw the quick-breaking stone to determine the depth of the cave, and then he jumped on the horse.

Tianle looked at the dark tunnel with a look of disgust and grinned: "I hate the place where the black paint is dark. I hope there is nothing strange in it." After that, he sighed and jumped. .

Xu Zi took a look at him, his fingertips shook, and soon a drop of blood fell into his palm.

He jumped into the hole and the bookcase slowly slipped back to its original position.

Soon, the sound of the deafening sound of the bamboo floor blame sounded outside the window, but no matter how he roared, he could never touch the stone building.

The hole in the hole was very dark, and even after the bookcase was restored to its original state, there was no trace of light. Fortunately, there is no shortage of lighting tools on the monk's body. Xu Yanyan turned over in his pocket and turned out a fluorescent ball.

The size of the volleyball is not large, but the light is very bright. Xu Zikai made a small spell, hanging several globules around them, just illuminating the nearby environment.

The air in the secret path is very dry and carries some dusty taste. Several people marched slowly along the passage, seemingly calm, but everyone mentioned the heart to the top.

The same is the trap, the strength of the two bamboo buildings outside is simply shocking. If the intelligence is not worse, they definitely have no chance to enter this secret path.

But outside, they still have room to escape. If you encounter such a monster in this secret path, I am afraid that all three of them have to be accounted for here.

At the beginning, Xu Xiaoyan knew that the most important thing to get into this treasure was Yuan Ying. This is not because of the hard rules, but the monster in this secret passage. The most powerful one has already achieved the cultivation of the gods. The worst is Jindan's great perfection. There is no strength in the Yuan Ying period. It is purely to add food to these monsters.

When the white birch was here, it was put together by the snake, which is also a must, but those high-level monsters and terrorist organs also contributed.

At that time, the white birch was still the male lord, who almost died here. Now Xu Xiyan believes that there is no male leader's life, of course, he must be more cautious.

(Tiandao: Hehe... I haven’t realized my identity yet, I am also drunk!)

The passage was a bit long, and it took about two hours to walk all the way to see an open hall.

On the ground floor of the hall is a layer of white stone bricks with very smooth surface. There are dozens of brooms in the corner... Well, no, it is a brush!

Xu Xiyan was sweating in his heart, and it was not his fault to regard the brush as a broom. Whose brush is as big as a broom!

"This is the ... agency?" Tianle looked at the curious probe at the door. The hall was very quiet. There was basically nothing but the stone bricks on the floor and the broom on the corner.

Opposite the hall is a closed grey door, with no exits other than the gate.

"So... how do you open the door here?" Tianle asked with his chin.

Xu Yanyan spread the stalls, this map did not say, but no matter what, advanced to see it.

Since the good thing of the blood beast, Xu Yanyan has never been guilty of exploring the road.

This time, it was an unlucky cat-type monster. When it entered the room, the dozens of brushes in the corner were activated. They jumped up from the ground and rushed toward the blood cat.

The blood cat’s movements were also very sensitive. After a few moments, he jumped out of the circle of dozens of brush pens, but nothing else...

Once the blood cat stepped into the room, it was immediately surrounded by a brush, but the brush did not have any other movements.

If the blood cat leaves the room, the brush will return to the original corner and restore the original quiet look.

"It seems that this brush does not seem to be used for attack." Xu Yanyan observed this several times and reached this conclusion.

"It's not an attack. Is it because you can't write?" Tianle sneered.

Xu Zikai heard the words suddenly and his eyes brightened. His eyes turned on the white ground. He pulled his brother's sleeve and pointed to the ground: "Brother, do you think this ground is like rice paper."

Xu Yanyan glanced at the white stone bricks that he had neglected. His mind flashed an inspiration. Could it be that they wanted to use the brush to write something on the ground to spend?

To put it bluntly, the most basic role of a brush is not to write. They just seem to be a bit biased.

"I will try it." Xu Yanyan thought about it, but decided to try it for himself.

Although the blood cat is sensitive, but after all, it is only a blood beast, the intelligence is limited, so it is too difficult to write a brush, or it is better to do it yourself.

Xu Zikai was trying to stop his brother, but he was stopped by one other's eyes. He quietly stepped back, and his heart was secretly confessed: What kind of obsessiveness does his brother have to protect his younger brother? He really doesn't need his brother to protect, but he wants to protect his brother...

It’s a pity... Only this thing, no matter how Xu Zizhen’s spoiling and rolling, can’t change Xu’s thoughts. This is the only insistence of his brother’s heart...

Xu Yuyan slowly stepped into the hall, and at the moment when his feet touched the white stone bricks, the brush flying in the corner also came to him.

Xu Yanyan's heart was moving, watching the brush with vigilance. Unexpectedly, he soon showed a crying expression.

It turned out that he felt a kind of leaping and trying in those brush pens.

"Choose me, choose me! I am the best!"

"Choose me, my body is the best!"

"Look here! Look here! I fly the fastest!"

Xu Yanyan: ...

His face was speechless and he looked at the dozens of brushes that he really didn't know what choices to make.

"Cough, who can tell me, what is going on here?" Xu Yanyan reluctantly interrupted their quarrel and conveyed this sentence with his own consciousness as much as possible.

There was a moment of silence on the scene, followed by a louder noise.

"God! He can hear our voice!" This is a jade pen that is talking.

"Impossible, how can a general monk hear our voices?" This is a brush with a hairy baldness.

"Ah, ah, great! Someone can talk to us!" This is a very fine brush.

"Wait, etc... This person can hear us talking, shouldn't he be a monster?" This is a very large brush with a thick cylinder.

‘Monster’ Xu Yanyan:...

"Brother, how are you?" Xu Zikai waited at the door and found that the brush was so excited that he circled his brother and couldn't help but worry.

"I'm fine." Xu Yanyan returned a sentence, then turned his head and continued to look at those writing brushes: "How, who can tell me about the situation here first?"

"That... can you really hear us talking?" asked a brush that looked expensive and had a few pearls on the pen.

Xu Xiaoyan nodded and thought and said: "If you don't believe, I can let other people come in and listen."

The group of brushstrokes discussed it and agreed with Xu Yanyan’s proposal.

Xu Yanyan took the initiative to go out and exchanged Xu Zikai.

After confirming that Xu Zikai could also hear their voices, the group of brushes was excited. For a time, the whole hall was a group of magical dances. Those excited and inexhaustible brushes flew around the hall, and sprinkled from time to time. Under a large piece of ink, improvise a few words on the white ground...

It took a full quarter of an hour to calm them down, and Xu Xiaoyan had time to ask how to open the door.

The extremely thick brush explained to Xu Xiyan very well that this should have been a martial art, that is, people who need to choose a brush, and then fight with another randomly selected brush.

If you win, you can naturally pass. If you lose, you don't have to worry. Just return to the original place.

In general, this is a safer level and will not leave the monk at risk.

But now all the brushes are in a state of extreme excitement, I want them to be quiet now, honestly, as if ... there is a little bit of difficulty.

When it comes to a little difficulty, the thick brush silently twists his face. Xu Yanyan looks at the brush that is flying wildly in the hall. Sensen feels that they want to calm down in a short time, I am afraid that the difficulty is not only Just 'a little bit'...

"Then what do you do?" Xu Yanyan whispered to the thick brush of the water tank.

The brush twisted his big body and was embarrassed to say: "These guys have been boring here for too long, so something a little exciting, at least it has to fly so fast for three days."

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