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Quan Ning's words before made Ji Huai's mood flustered.

Goodbye to Zhan Hua, he couldn't think of what attitude he should use to face it.

Zhan Hua looked at him with a hint of warning.

Ji Huai twitched the corner of his mouth, looked at the stone door in front, cleared his throat, and said, "Do all the doors in the tomb passage have mechanisms?"

Zhan Hua collected his expression, followed his gaze, but did not answer his question, but said in a deep voice, "Who did you meet just now?"

Ji Huai's expression froze.

"What did he tell you?" Zhan Hua asked again.

Ji Huai felt that the air in the tomb passage was a bit thin, which made him breathless, and he said after a long silence, "You already knew that you were Ji Qi, didn't you?"

Another long silence.

When Ji Huai thought he would not answer this question, Zhan Hua said calmly, "Yes."

"When?"

"Does it matter?"

"important."

Zhan Hua's eyes fell on Ji Huai's face, "Half a year ago, when the poisonous father in my body couldn't help me suppress it even with internal force, he asked me to come to Ji's mansion to find you."

Half a year ago, it was the time when Zhao Jian passed away and the mage was invited.

He lived for 21 years. Because of the poison in his body, he endured the pain of piercing heart and bone every day. His life was worse than death. If he was not careful in the sea of ​​hell, he would die, but he still forced himself to live carefully.

In early spring, he arrived in Wanlai City, only to find that the culprit was dead.

Before he even had time to take revenge, the enemy died so lightly, as if he had punched cotton, and the other party didn't feel any pain.

Then, he met his medicine primer.

The gentle and jade-like son of the Ji family, innocent and ignorant of worldly affairs, met him on the road and smiled and saluted him, obviously the situation was not very good, but every time he met him, he always smiled at him.

Why is he so happy?

Why is he so happy?

"Half a year ago—" Ji Huai's tongue was slightly bitter, "Killing me directly and making it into a medicine primer is not enough to relieve Qi?"

"Yes." Zhan Hua admitted without the slightest hesitation. He stretched out his hand and pressed on Ji Huai's side neck, his pulse was warm and clear, "Ji Huai, the blood on your body is mine."

His fingers were cold and could break his neck at any time.

Zhan Hua approached him, and said in a cold voice: "I feel suffering every moment of my life. If possible, I would like to return this poison to you, so that you can live with it for another 20 years, and let you know that life is better than death." What is it like?"

Ji Huai looked straight at him, "They told me that you are scheming, you are good at attacking your heart, you can always play people in your hands, and make people willing to die for you."

"You tell me so bluntly, aren't you afraid that I will run away?"

Zhan Hua was silent for a long time before saying: "But you can't stand it just by taking a pill I used to detoxify."

Ji Huai was stunned, and after a while he found his voice: "Are you reluctant?"

That cold hand caressed the back of his neck, and the cool lips covered his lips, with a hint of annoyance, as if he wanted to swallow him whole.

The originally suppressed and dull questioning completely changed its meaning because of this sudden kiss.

The walls in the tomb passage were cold and sticky, the clothes soaked in the lake water were bone-chillingly cold, and the faint bitter fragrance in the air mixed with the decaying smell of the tomb made people dizzy.

Ji Huai put his hands on Zhan Hua's waist, and hugged him tightly in his arms. He didn't even know where the strength came from, and pushed him against the wall, and gave him a lingering kiss slowly, exhaling The breath exudes the same bitter medicine fragrance as him.

The hand on Zhan Hua's waist slipped off without knowing when, and was hidden between the tangled hem of his clothes.

Ji Huai stared down at the tip of Zhan Hua's nose, his voice hoarse, "Is this also part of your plan?"

Zhan Hua's Adam's apple moved slightly, and he narrowed his eyes to look at him, "...No."

Ambiguous breathing sounds intertwined together in the silent tomb passage, although the surroundings were damp and cold, but under the candlelight, it was hot and scorching hot.

The candle flame flickered, and the candle tears fell from the air, dripping on the back of Zhan Hua's pale and thin hand.

The dazzling red candle and pale blue veins flashed before Ji Huai's eyes, "I will kill you sooner or later, you can leave now."

Ji Huai helped him wipe away the candle tears with his thumb, and smiled softly: "No."

"Where is this place?" Nanyu stepped on the muddy ground, the candle in her hand was dangling, and there was a sudden click under her feet.

Nanyu's heart skipped a beat, she was ready to accept another fall, but the feeling of weightlessness did not come for a long time.

"It's a bone." Ming Ye took a closer look and breathed a sigh of relief.

They touched the mechanism no less than five times along the way, and each time they fell down inexplicably. They had been careful and careful, but they were still unable to guard against it. There was even one time when the two of them were walking next to the wall, a mechanism suddenly appeared and caught them. Spoofed in.

However, before Ming Ye could finish his breath, there was a loud bang above his head, and then a dozen people fell down like dumplings.

"What the hell kind of place is this?" Song Nan got up from the ground, spat out two mouthfuls of mud, raised the torch in his hand, and stared at Nan Yu, "Where did you come from?" Female ghost!?"

Nanyu said angrily: "Bah! You are the female ghost! Auntie is a serious person!"

Song Nan hurriedly apologized, "I'm sorry, I'm so scared!"

"It's you!?" Zhao Yue was furious when he saw Ming Ye.

Ming Ye sneered, "So what if it's me?"

The enemy was extremely jealous when they met, Zhao Yue said in a deep voice: "Take him down!"

The man who just got up from the ground moved when he heard the sound, and drew his sword to slash at Mingye and Nanyu, and the swords flew together in the narrow tomb passage.

I don't know who accidentally stepped on something, Song Nan hurriedly said loudly: "Stop it! The agency—"

Boom!Click!

The muddy ground was immediately cleared, and the crowd who were fighting were all thrown down.

"—It was touched again." Song Nan was knocked on the head, got up from the ground unsteadily, and then found that the candles in this corridor were brightly lit.

Most importantly, it was empty.

Those who fell with him were all gone.

Song Nan couldn't bear the numbness of his scalp, clenched the knife in his hand and boldly continued to move forward. After walking about a dozen feet, he heard a few indistinct voices from around the corner.

"...nonsense..."

"...You are obviously very..."

The voices of those two people were so low that they couldn't be heard clearly. Song Nan couldn't help swallowing, and boldly called out: "Is there anyone in front?"

The conversation stopped abruptly.

After a while, two people came out from the corner, a monk with a handsome face, and a young master with warm eyebrows.

If you usually see these two people on the road, there is nothing wrong with it, but this is a weird underground tomb, no matter how you look at it, something is wrong.

The monk looked very cold with no expression on his face, and the son frowned slightly, looking unhappy. For some reason, Song Nan felt a little guilty when he saw him, and reached out to touch his nose.

"I didn't intend to disturb the two of you, it's just that the tomb passage is complicated, and I accidentally lost my way and got separated from my subordinates..." Song Nan clasped his fists at the two of them.

The good thing was suddenly interrupted. No matter how good-tempered Ji Huai was, he was a little unhappy, and his face was not very good-looking. Hearing what the other party said, he couldn't help frowning, "Is there anyone else?"

As soon as he asked this question, the wall next to him suddenly shook, the stone slabs opened and closed, and a man covered in mud spit out from inside.

Nanyu, who had rolled around in the mud, let out two peeps, dazzled by the candlelight, but still saw the person in front of her clearly, "Master? Young Master Ji?"

Ji Huai looked at the clay figurine with only white eyes left, "Nan Yu?"

"Exactly, Mingye and I met Zhao Yue and people from the government, fought with them, accidentally touched the mechanism and got separated." Nan Yu reached out to wipe the mud on his face, and caught a glimpse of someone standing beside him. Song Nan, who was caught, immediately rang the alarm, "It's him, he and Zhao Yue are in the same group!"

Song Nan looked at Ji Huai and asked, "Is your Excellency Ji Huai's son?"

Ji Huai nodded.

"Great! Brother Zhao and I went to the grave to rescue you, and please follow me, Mr. Ji, to get out of here!" Song Nan was overjoyed.

Nan Yu drew out his sword and pointed at him, "You need to save me! Mr. Ji belongs to our master!"

Song Nan didn't know that she and Zhan Hua were from Hell Sea, so she quickly raised her hand and said kindly: "My girl, is there some misunderstanding between us? Zhao Yue and Mr. Ji are friends, and we have no malicious intentions."

Nan Yuxin said that it was Ji Huai's friends who were afraid.

"Nan Yu." Zhan Hua said, "Put down the sword."

"Yes." Although Nanyu was upset, she still put away her sword.

"Let's talk about something after leaving here." Zhan Hua said.

"Yes, if there is any misunderstanding, just go out and talk it out, the most urgent thing is to go out first." Song Nan agreed.

Ji Huai gave Zhan Hua a surprised look.

"Master, is your neck okay?" In the flickering candlelight, Nanyu's muddy eyes could not see clearly, only a large area of ​​redness was seen under Zhanhua's neck.

Song Nan followed the sound and looked over.

Zhan Hua stretched out his hand to touch it, but Ji Huai quickly pulled up his somewhat disheveled skirt, covering it tightly, and then stared at Nanyu with a serious face, "You are wrong."

Nan Yu said firmly: "No, I clearly saw—"

"You read it wrong." Zhan Hua interrupted her.

Nanyu: "...Oh."

Song Nan was a little far away from them, and stretched his neck to see, but he didn't see any tricks. He just felt that there was something unclear about the relationship between the monk and the son, which made him feel a little strange.

"Let's go, look for the exit first." Zhan Huaqing coughed and pulled Ji Huai forward.

Ji Huai approached him and whispered, "Your ears are red."

Zhan Hua's jaw tightened, and he squeezed his wrist with the hand hidden in his sleeve, "...shut up."

Ji Huai flipped his wrist and interlocked his fingers, "It's okay, they didn't see it."

Zhan Hua turned his head and glared at him.

Ji Huai raised an eyebrow at him.

The dandy atmosphere that had been hidden for a long time began to emerge again, with some rather uninhibited confusion.

Only then did Zhan Hua remember that under Ji Huai's soft and jade-like skin, he was originally crazy.