Female President's Protector

in a blink.

It seems more than an hour has passed.

When Zhang Yi opened his eyes, he saw Sanniang staring at him with a slightly pale face.

"enemy……"

Seeing Zhang Yi open his eyes, Sanniang beamed with joy, and quickly said, "How do you feel?"

Zhang Yi frowned slightly: "San Niang, what's the matter with you?"

"It's okay, are you okay?"

Zhang Yi didn't doubt that he was there, he glanced around, frowned and asked, "Where is this?"

"I don't know, I just fell in." Sanniang felt a big stone in her heart, and the corners of her mouth curled up.

Zhang Yi helped Sanniang up, his dark eyes were full of doting, and he said reproachfully: "You silly girl, don't be so stupid in the future."

"Huh?" Sanniang was stunned for a moment, and then smiled. Sure enough, he couldn't hide it from the man. He must feel that he had lost a lot of qi to him. In comparison, isn't he even more stupid?

But she didn't say anything anymore, and smiled charmingly: "Yes, the servant is under orders."

Zhang Yi put his arms around Sanniang's slender waist, and looked around. This was a passage, and inside the passage, it was pitch black.

"San Niang, do you think there will be treasures inside?" Zhang Yi asked after thinking for a while.

"I guess the nine lotus flowers are inside." Sanniang said teasingly.

Zhang Yi's face froze. Indeed, he was lucky. After all, he had found many treasures in these places before. Since he fell here somewhere, would there be any treasures?

To put it bluntly, in fact, in his heart, he doesn't want any treasures, he just wants Jiulianhua to be here.

If that's the case, it won't be a waste of time.

Seeing the hopeful expression on Zhang Yi's face, Sanniang couldn't bear to interrupt, and followed him into the aisle.

After walking for a long time, they finally reached the end of the aisle.

But when Zhang Yi saw the situation in front of him, he was stunned for a moment.

This is simply a cemetery, there is no ice and snow, no biting cold, only a gloomy atmosphere.

There is a world of difference between the ground and the mountain.

There is no grass on the surface of the mountains, but weeds are overgrown here, but what surprised Zhang Yi was the crystal coffin in front of him.

Although there was no light, he could vaguely see a corpse lying in the crystal coffin.

And this corpse does not look like a foreigner, but more like an ancient Chinese warrior.

For this reason, he was puzzled.

This is Russia, and it is an extremely cold place, how could there be ancient warriors here?

And still lying in the crystal coffin.

Susu!

When Zhang Yi and Sanniang were about to reach the crystal coffin, suddenly a gust of dark wind swept across the cemetery.

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Suddenly, the leaves of a few small trees about one meter high fell wildly, and the grass on the ground also uprooted in an instant, and quickly attacked Zhang Yi and the others.

Nima, are all plants and trees all soldiers?

Zhang Yi roared in his heart, and quickly recited the Star Jue silently.

Suddenly, his surroundings were glowing with golden light.

puff!

puff!

Zhang Yi's heart trembled, these fallen leaves and weeds seemed to faintly break through his true energy wall, which shocked him.

His cold eyes stared at the fallen leaves all around, and his lips moved again.

In this way, fallen leaves were constantly attacking, and Zhang Yi continued to output his true energy to resist.

Looking at the continuous and extremely powerful 'hidden weapons', Zhang Yi's heart sank to the bottom.

"This is not the way, I can't consume them." Zhang Yi said with a wry smile.

Sanniang's cheeks were full of worry, and her eyebrows were slightly frowned.

"Shall we quickly hide on that coffin?"

Hearing Sanniang's proposal, Zhang Yi nodded solemnly.

Whoosh!

Zhang Yi hugged Sanniang tightly, moving his body as fast as he could.

Here!

But Zhang Yi accidentally cut his arm by a fallen leaf, and blood flowed out suddenly.

"Enemy..." Seeing this, Sanniang's heart trembled, her eyes were filled with mist.

Zhang Yi clutched his arm, shook his head lightly, indicating that he was fine.

But he was shocked to find that when they hid to the side of the coffin, the flying flowers and fallen leaves really stopped attacking, and they all fell to the ground as if they were called by some kind of call.

After making sure that the flying flowers and fallen leaves would not attack, Zhang Yi stood up and looked at the person in the coffin.

This person is about 1.8 meters, and his face may not have changed at all in the sealed crystal coffin.

Judging by his appearance, he is estimated to be in his 20s, but he is wearing strange clothes, like ancient cloth clothes, and even the shoes are ancient cloth shoes.

"A bookish face." Sanniang was the first to comment on the man in the coffin.

Zhang Yi frowned tightly, staring at the man.

After a long time, he shook his head suddenly: "No, no, he had at least the peak of the sixth level of supernatural powers during his lifetime, and he may be a half-step Taoist ancestor."

"Oh?" Sanniang was startled, full of suspicion: "Since he is so strong, who will kill him?"

"I don't know, the person who can kill him and hide here is definitely not a good person, but the person who killed him may be dead." Zhang Yi shrugged and said.

hiss!

As soon as Zhang Yi's hand touched the surface of the coffin, a cold and sinister air rushed into his body, causing his complexion to change drastically, and he quickly took his hand away.

"what's wrong?"

"Very strong." Zhang Yi suddenly smiled wryly, suddenly he felt that he was so weak, even those flying flowers and fallen leaves, and the crystal coffin were bullying him.

Sanniang smiled charmingly: "Anyone who can kill this person must be very strong."

Zhang Yi blew his hand, frowned, and immediately opened it, asking with a wry smile: "Do you think he can hear us?"

Sanniang was startled, and gave Zhang Yi an angry look: "I guess he has been dead for 200 years. Could it be that his soul is still alive, so he can hear us talking?"

"However, if he really didn't die, such a handsome person, my family might..."

"Shut up!" Zhang Yi glared at Sanniang angrily, and growled angrily.

"Hehehe." Sanniang laughed so hard that she leaned forward and backward, the twin peaks on her chest trembled: "My enemy is jealous."

Zhang Yi's face was covered with black lines, and he walked around the coffin, muttering to himself, "Who are you? Why are you here?"

After finishing speaking, he felt that his head must be out of order, otherwise why would he ask a coffin, and even a dead person.

"However, I feel that the breath of this coffin seems to be familiar." Zhang Yi suddenly thought of something, looked at Sanniang and said.

"The feeling of acquaintance?"

"Yes." Zhang Yi nodded solemnly, staring at the coffin.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up: "Yes, it is the breath of Xuannv Palace!"

thump.

"My friend, look..."

Zhang Yi was taken aback, and looked in the direction of Sanniang's finger, puzzled: "It's nothing."

"It just moved, it moved when you said that name..."

"How is it possible? How can a dead person move, and the Xuannv Palace doesn't..." Zhang Yi's eyes widened at this point, full of inconceivability!