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

"Everything is here, you can't go home empty-handed." Baili Liumo gritted his teeth and said unwillingly. He wanted to lift his feet and take a step forward, but the heartbreaking sadness stopped him, pulled her, and took a step back subconsciously. This kind of threat made him very upset.

"No way, we can't approach it at all now, no matter whether Beichen Moxuan is really inside or not, we can't help it." Leng Yetong clenched his hand and said lightly, squinting his eyes and thinking He paused and said, "I guess Beichen Moxuan should not be here, you think, we both have this feeling, Beichen Moxuan should not be without feeling, his power should not be so strong. Retreat Ten thousand steps, if he is really inside, I am afraid there is no fighting power now. "

Before he could talk to Baili Momo, the wind was blowing again in the sky. He subconsciously protected her in his arms, covered her head with one hand, narrowed his eyes, and watched the situation around him. The strong wind dissipated, and the surrounding scenery became different again. The temple was still that temple, but it was not enough that the surroundings of the temple were no longer desolate, lush foliage, lush green grass, it was already late at night, but still like The sky was bright like daylight, all of this turned so fast, so weird, that it was a little helpless.

"Your feeling disappeared." Leng Yetong touched his chest with his hands. Any discomfort disappeared. He looked up at him in doubt, looking around, and said vigilantly, "We seem to be coming In another space, it is a space similar to Jiuli's fantasy. "

"Well, Xiao Hei and Xiao Hong are gone." Baili Liumo said lightly, the voice fell, and Leng Yetong looked at the place where Xiao Hei and Xiao Hong were supposed to be, and they disappeared at this time, and replaced them. It is a few harmless white rabbits playing and chasing on the grass.

"Go in and take a look, there is no way to go out here." After thinking for a moment, she said lightly. He nodded gently, clenched her hand, and the two of them stepped each step carefully, taking each step carefully. The closer they approached the temple, the faster their hearts would beat, and their vigilance exploded. Every step is so cautious.

Gently pushing open the old gate of the temple, the voice of 'creaking' told them the age of its armor. There was a burst of dust when the door was opened, and the two people held their breaths in unison, covering their mouth and nose with their hands. Regardless of the danger of this dust, it would never be wrong to be careful.

The scene in the temple surprised both of them. It did not seem to be broken in the imagination. The temple seemed to be the same temple that year, with green willows and grasses spreading, and the wall was covered with creepers. The picture, except no one.

The two looked at each other, nodded, raised their feet, and walked into the temple. The temple is still in memory, and the willow is still in memory. It seems to be stronger than the memory. There was a sound of flowing water in her ear, and she walked by the memory, still the rockery, or the small lake. Everything has not changed, except for this strange quietness.