Chapter 29 It's harder to guess than nonsense

Author: Daoge

Chapter 29 It's harder to guess than nonsense

"How do you say this?"

The alchemy looks as usual.

"What did you say to Fan Minghu before going to the Long Shenxiang Coffer?"

"I said to everyone," the alchemy is not a condom, "protecting the snake ring, damage may reduce time."

"That's even more right," Yan Lan laughed and helped Fang Shu to put the safety rope around her waist. "Fan Minghu was killed by Yin Tinglun tearing off the snake ring."

Fang Shu felt a sudden slap in his heart, and his face was open and unrestrained:

"I'm just a friendly reminder, without any harm to others.

"The first person to die is probably the one who pretends to die. Isn't it because he pulled off the snake ring..."

Yan Lan suddenly tightened the safety rope.

Fang Shu said "hiss" in surprise: "I said Sister Lan, you can't torture and force confessions, you'll be scolded."

"Your waist is thin," Yan Lan glanced casually, "It won't hurt."

Fang Shu couldn't laugh and cry: "Sister Lan..."

"I was suspicious when I learned that Fan Minghu's death was caused by the snake ring being torn off."

Yan Lan interrupted casually, tightening the waist rope as if playing, listened to the art of sacrificing cold breath, and paused slightly:

"After all, you specifically reminded the snake ring to protect it, which can be said to be a disguised psychological suggestion. Don't say that you even took the exam... a psychological counselor.

"Of course, it cannot be ruled out for good intentions. There is also Nalan Jin, the shock caused by the illusionist's fake death with the help of the snake ring."

Almost tightened to the extreme, Yan Lan stopped with a reasonable attitude:

"I'm not 100% sure it's you. After all, Nalan Jin, an illusionist, is making trouble, but you just refuted this."

Yan Lan tickled: "It's you, indeed."

"I, forget it, that's it."

Fang Shu nodded like a broken can, carefully pulled the safety rope, but did not dare to pull it hard, for fear of hurting Yan Lan's palm:

"Hut back hurts, Sister Lan, can you relax first..."

"Thanks."

Fang Shu was slightly stunned.

Yan Lan let go of the hand that tightened the safety rope and sighed: "If I owe you a favor, although it is not what I want to owe."

Fan Minghu and Fang Shu had no grudges, most probably because of her.

Yan Lan gave a little trick, but Fang Shu directly wanted to take the other party's life. Even without Nalan Jin, Fan Minghu would die.

The art test: "Then we will form a team next time and play a game?"

"Okay," Yan Lan didn't care much, "but I am despicable and immoral, I can sell my teammates, and I'm not afraid of you just following me."

Anyway, with this cause and effect, Fang Shu and her will definitely meet again.

"Don't be afraid." Fang Shu suddenly laughed, like the melting water of the snow-capped mountains in spring, a healing and cheerful smile.

With the vitality and sunshine of young people in their early twenties.

"Thank you, Sister Lan."

"Thank you," Yan Lan smiled, "Isn't it just admitting that you did it."

Fang Shu's pupils shrank, and he instantly realized that he had been cheated, and his waist hurts:

"Hiss, Sister Lan, if you have an injury on your arm, don't exert force, it hurts..."

Yan Lan let go of her hand: "Give me the charm of the talisman."

Fang Shu stared: "Is there any danger?"

"Not counting."

Yan Lan pondered slightly, shook her head and smiled:

"Just be obedient, give it to me."

...

"Don't die."

Yan Lan played with the jade cup and watched Fang Shu and Feng Xuanming walk into the drainage room:

"I can't even pick up my bones when I die here."

[This person is really good at speaking]

[How honest, they are told in full truth]

Zhang Wen said awkwardly: "You guys are careful."

Fang Shu and Feng Xuanming nodded, the drainage room door closed, the passage leading to the reservoir opened, and the two followed the cableway upstream.

Yan Lan walked to the glass and watched the two move slowly under the pressure of water, and their eyes became darker.

She just hid something.

What made her really sure of the answer was the snap of Fang Shu.

If hallucinations can be eliminated by only fright, then there is no need for mental hospitals in the world. You can watch ghost movies every day and go to the haunted house every few days.

What's more, Yan Lan's illnesses are also the reasons for her disordered practice.

She was able to sober because the art of using magic, which could affect the movement of thinking and meridians.

Not simple...

"The countdown to the snake ring is ten minutes."

Zhang Wen walked behind Yan Lan, slightly worried:

"I don't doubt it either. It's just that Dr. Fang is kind and doesn't look like a clerk, and he doesn't seem to be moving..."

"Not temper?"

Yan Lan laughed out loud, as if she heard some ridiculous fun, and couldn't help but shake her head:

"It's really terrible to bump into someone who has no temper these days."

If he really has no temper and is a good old man who can be controlled by others, he would have to save the Milky Way in his previous life to grow so big in this life.

If he pretends to be weak, then you have to think about whether he disdains to you or whether he chooses which one to do to you among hundreds of ways.

"Worry about the art of alchemy," Yan Lan said, "Then I might as well feel pity for the evil spirits who hit the knife."

Fan Minghu hasn't even been digested into shit.

After looking at the reservoir for a few seconds, Yan Lan turned around and picked two sets of intact diving suits from the edge of the cabin, and threw them to Zhang Wen: "Change it."

"good."

Zhang Wen nodded and changed her clothes quickly.

[Okay, the screen is black again]

[We are serious games, so let's not use good sex! I have never seen an anchor who can communicate with each other in close contact with his neck or above his knee]

[?Don't fart before, the game won't be allowed to be watched]

"Help me pull the zipper at the back."

Yan Lan put her hair on a few strokes, revealing her pale and moist neck, and signaling Zhang Wen to help.

The diving suit has been left for too long, and the zipper is a little rusty, so it is difficult to pull it up.

Yan Lan hummed in a slight tone to pass the time.

Zhang Wen vaguely heard her lyrics, with some operatic tone, but not much:

"Come is like a strange dream, and all sentient beings have no traces;

"The heart is dark and bad, and it is harder to guess than nonsense."

Pulling it to the shoulder, Zhang Wen straightened up and talked carefully: "Do we have enough time?"

"Um?"

"From here, we pass through the reservoir, and then to the Dragon Palace, we have to sacrifice, and there is also a dragon heart bone incense that has not been obtained, so we only have less than ten minutes left..."

"What are you worried about?"

Yan Lan looked at Zhang Wen through the reflection of the glass. She spoke leisurely, smiling:

"Isn't there enough left for Shen Xiari's countdown?"

Zhang Wen's hand that was pulled up suddenly stopped, and her pupils contracted to the extreme.
Chapter completed!