this king; that king

The two walked around the house three times with the two small animals, but found nothing.

"God, I give up!" The king retreated first, "If only I didn't walk!"

"Didn't you say you were walking at the beginning!" Ye Song retorted.

"Because of the teleportation, I can't pay attention to the small details on the road!" The king bent down with sweat profusely, his hands on his knees, the blood vessels on his hands were clearly visible, and he kept panting.

"After working so hard, you still haven't found anything!" Ye Song's physical fitness was better, but his breath was slightly short, so he stood up straight and complained about the king.

"Why are you arguing, you guy who has no advantages or merits other than well-developed limbs, you don't know how to help me with such good physical strength, and you still walk fast ahead, do you think I'm a flying man? Brainless Han!" After finishing the list, the king stretched out his hand and moved the sofa in the room and sat on it, "Ah--the body has finally obtained the ultimate liberation leading to freedom and joy!"

"Finally liberated..." Ye Song really didn't know what to say about him, "It is said that people are finally liberated after they die."

"That's not necessarily the case," the king reached out to remove a large plate of salad from the kitchen, forked a large stack of sweet and sour tomato slices, stuffed them into his mouth, and said while chewing, "It's like Jason, who is still so haunted after death. scattered."

"Hey..." Ye Song didn't know what to answer.

"Little fool, you don't know how to sit down when you see the sofa!" The king simply pulled Ye Song and made him sit down.

"Your Majesty didn't find anything, because Your Majesty can't smell anything," Morris squatted on the ground quietly and wagged his tail, "Both the light bulb and I smelled something similar to this necklace near the wall over there. However, we passed by three times and thought it was His Majesty's smell, so we didn't pay attention."

The king forked a few slices of vegetables that were weighed down by the salad dressing, and the bulb obediently jumped up and ate it. Ye Song stood up and said, "Let's go and have a look."

"No, I'm tired." The king raised his legs and got another glass of watermelon juice in a blink of an eye.

Bulb scratched his head in embarrassment, and the pompom of his tail shook back and forth: "It will attract attention if I transform into a human form too many times in broad daylight. I can't teleport like this!"

"Persist for a while, we still need your confirmation." Ye Song also persuaded.

"Then you carry me?" the king joked.

Unexpectedly, Ye Song really squatted down, facing the king with his solid back, turned his head and brushed his hair, his face full of reluctance: "As long as it can be done quickly, I can do anything."

The king was just joking, but he was taken aback by his seriousness. Enduring the pain in his legs, he stood up and drank the watermelon juice in two or three gulps. , I'm not that delicate, I'm just thirsty, get up."

Ye Song was a little surprised, he was already mentally prepared to be crushed to death, but he could only walk quickly towards the corner with a blank expression.

"Isn't this just an ordinary broken wall? How is it different from 200 years ago?" The king lightly kicked the wall that followed the outdated style.

Morris sniffed back and forth earnestly: "No, it's obviously this place."

"You're not a military dog, so you might make a mistake, right?" The king stepped on the dirt next to his feet, but found no mechanism.

"He didn't make a mistake." The light bulb seemed to have found something, and pulled the mud in the corner of the wall twice, where a gray brick appeared, which obviously didn't match the wall. "There seems to be an underground compartment here. I was outside yesterday. When Vigil was digging a rabbit hole, I came across a stone slab, and I thought it was the underlying structure, and there might be other mysteries.”

Seeing this, Ye Song drew out his sword, clenched the hilt of the sword and slashed hard on the ground twice, but nothing happened.

"You try to attach the element of water to the sword?" said the king.

With the crisp sound of spraying water, the ground was washed with two deep holes by the water knife, exposing a small piece of gray ground.

"It seems right, Ye Song has learned something again, and I know where the entrance is." The king poked his finger on the gray brick, and a strange wave swept across the ground, gently stirring the grass tip.

A light spot like a firefly appeared on the wall near the gate. The king stepped forward, raised his robe, pointed it at the ground, and kicked it down with all his strength.

With a strange goopy sound, the ground split open like jelly in the middle, revealing a trapdoor of solid gold.

"It's this junk thing, right?" The king turned his head to look at Ye Song who was stunned, and bent down to pull it away.

"It's better for us to come back tonight, now to attract attention." The light bulb jumped over and blocked the door with its limp butt.

"That's fine." The king patted the ashes on his clothes, using the earth-controlling technique to restore the mud, and then skillfully grabbed the light bulb that raised his hand and stood up to embrace him, "Everyone go back and do whatever you want, 1 o'clock in the morning, no see Don't let go!"

Ye Song watched the king leave on his own way with his tired legs, and then exchanged glances with Morris, thinking of going to inform Mo Le.

In the early morning of summer, people can't feel the heat at all. The coolness in the air is like a feather, touching people's skin one after another. The edge of the quiet and dark night sky is light blue. It seems that it is raining on the castle side.

Under the dim moonlight, the king put on non-slip shoes and put on a plush coat and appeared at the door. The small lights in the corridor flickered and sizzled, and one or two moths fluttered like scissors The crackling wings projected a huge and blurry black shadow on the wall.

The king took out a pair of glasses from his pocket, put them on and looked around, and then turned around: "Bulb, it's all right, there is no one."

A fat white-haired rabbit on the ground responded with a white light, which looked like an old incandescent lamp in the shadow of the night.

"Oh, when will Your Majesty get rid of this strange light effect for me!" Bulb, who had turned into a human form, was dressed in black casual clothes, and with a wry smile, he tied up his hair neatly.

"When making the contract, you can ask the gods of heaven and earth for an extra ability to be added to the familiar! I think this is very good." The king stood on tiptoe and rubbed the bulb's head.

"If I remember correctly, what Your Majesty requested is 'to have various special effects on your body', right?" The light bulb didn't resist, and let the king rub it wantonly.

"Yes, it turns out that it is also very useful. The word 'special effect' has many different meanings!" The king conjured up a glass of water and drank it.

Bulb couldn't help but say what he had been holding back for 200 years: "Apart from rubbing the filter on my body when taking pictures, have you ever used any other functions..."

"Yes! I have been using your white rabbit night light since I was a child!" The king tilted his head with a smile, "Teleport Ye Song and the others to the door, and I will walk there by myself."

"Yes." Less than five seconds after the light bulb left the passage, the king became frightened. It was really dark in the house—at least in his opinion. The slight rustling noise made people's hair stand on end.The king had mild myopia, and when he couldn't see clearly at night, he was even more afraid of snakes and rats in the grass. The sound of moths was like a symphony that the sharp blade of the guillotine was about to play on the prisoner's neck.

The king didn't want to take out his glasses. He was afraid of seeing stumped limbs and arms or blood stains suddenly appearing from behind the bushes. He had ordered people to be killed, but he had only seen peaceful deaths. He had never seen a scene of blood spattered three feet before.

This alone is enough for him to consider himself a dereliction of duty and a weak king.

On second thought, when he was young, this mansion even made him feel more secure than the palace, but now it has somehow become like this.

He still wanted to be a better king, so he suppressed his fear and took out his glasses to put them on, then raised his head and walked towards the trapdoor.

The king felt that every step he took was like walking on the edge of the frying pan of hell, as if a claw would be stretched out in the next second to hook his soul away, but in fact, a hand really stretched out.

"Wow!" The king lifted the hands on his shoulders in horror, sprayed a pillar of fire backwards, and shouted with wide-eyed eyes, "Get out of here, ghosts!"

"It's us!" Ye Song extinguished the fire column in a blink of an eye, "I activated the sound insulation technique, but fortunately the light bulb reminded me that you would be frightened, otherwise you would have been discovered long ago."

"It's okay, I'm just afraid of ghosts." The king relaxed.

"What are you afraid of? This is my home." Mo Le smiled. Seeing that he was wearing thin clothes, the king moved a thick scarf from the room, walked up to wrap it around him, lowered his head and blushed slightly, and stayed away. Without speaking, he cast a spell to push away the soil next to the trapdoor again.

"It's so warm, thank you!" Mo Le rubbed the scarf with his face, closed his eyes and enjoyed it for a while.

"Break the necklace." The king didn't answer, and stretched out his hand to Ye Song mechanically.

Ye Song was stunned for a moment before he realized, reached out and took out the pendant, and handed it to the king.

The king was holding the pendant and muttering something in his mouth. After a while, a burst of purple smoke that was as soft as milk exuded a special aroma from the large piece of emerald.The king slammed the necklace on the gold-plated trapdoor with all his strength. The trapdoor first showed a strange shield-shaped barrier, and then cracked open, revealing the old gray stone staircase underground.

"The smell you smell is the smell of this shield. It's the breath of Grandpa Mole's spell. It's also on the broken necklace. It's untied after performing a reverse spell and then smashing it down. But the jade should be broken. What?" The king arched his nose at the light bulb, and the light bulb changed back to the rabbit's night light mode, and headed down the secret passage.

The king looked at Ye Song again: "Apprentice, can I ask you to follow behind? You react quickly, and you can save him if the light bulb hits some mechanism and something happens."

"Okay." Ye Song picked up the sword and was about to leave, but the king grabbed him and handed him a defensive shield, "Bring this, and you have to get away with me."

Ye Song gave the king a complicated look, nodded, and quickly chased after him.

"It's me next, right?" Mo Le raised his foot and was about to leave.

"No, it's convenient for Morris to protect Ye Song. Go down first, and you go later. I'll be the last, and nothing will happen to you two." The king grabbed him, Morris nodded, and rushed in.

The king looked around vigilantly to make sure no one was around, then slowly closed the door and covered it with soil.

The secret passage was chilly, and the stairs seemed endless. The smooth stone walls were somewhat damp, and some were already covered with moss. The dazzling green made the king feel a little sick.The clear footsteps in the secret passage echoed softly one after another, the king looked back from time to time, the long shadow merged with the darkness behind him, and the gloomy breath rushed towards his face, he was terrified, but here he was the only one with the most ability Fend off all evil, and besides Moller in front of him, he can't back down.

But he was really scared, and his breathing became more and more rapid, and he even felt that the place would collapse in the next second, smashing everyone into meatloaf, or running out of air, and everyone would die here, so he could only speed up his pace and hold on tight. Follow Moller.

"It's okay, I know you're scared, just pull me." Mo Le suddenly turned around and grinned at the king.

The smile flickering in the dim light made the king want to squeeze his hand tightly, but he couldn't be weak, never could.The king gritted his teeth and smiled coldly: "Why am I afraid? I just need a fire to illuminate the back."

"You dare not, do you? It's easy to run out of air, so you let your little familiar go first."

The king stopped talking, lowered his head and stretched out his fingers to pinch the corner of Mo Le's clothes obediently.

The author has something to say:

Ah, I really can't write such a weird plot, the logic is illogical, it's super weird