Follow the stairs all the way to the bottom.

The light in the space is dim, with only a line of light from the corner.

Su Mu shouted directly:

"Open sesame."

The tense moods of Jiang Wangshu and the other three people suddenly relaxed.

A cold voice came with a hint of majesty:

"Didn't we agree that we would come alone?"

Su Mu chuckled, turned around and left.

The voice immediately changed:

"etc."

Soon, the white light was bright in the dark space, and the soft light was like sunlight, shining on the body, giving people an extremely comfortable feeling.

The curved wall of more than thirty meters slowly cracked open, and a tall and slender young man stepped out.

Jiang Wangshu was shocked immediately.

Peat.

He actually knew the other party.

He was the same person that night when Su Mu brought the Yu sisters into the imperial capital, and when he and Su Mu drank and had sex at Mulan Chang.

Feng Siming!

It's actually Feng Siming?

Isn't he... the son of the Suzaku God Feng Wuchen?

Why is Mao here?

Why did Su Mu come to see him again?

No, the other party is actually just a waiter?

Su Mu walked up with Lao Jiang and the other three.

Feng Siming looked at him deeply and said calmly:

"You are late."

A hint of amusement flashed in Su Mu's eyes, and he said with a smile on his face:

“When friends get together, it’s inevitable to have a few drinks.”

Feng Siming glanced at the three people behind him, his eyes were calm, but full of pressure.

Tian Wenlin tried to calm down, but his face turned blue.

The opponent's momentum is too strong.

Aura is a very mysterious thing. To put it bluntly, it is an impression.

When you see a beggar, you will naturally not feel that he is oppressing you.

But when you drive a little junk car costing 30,000 to 50,000 yuan and drive side by side with a Rolls-Royce on the road, you will naturally feel that the value of your junk car has dropped.

Feng Siming walked in front, Su Mu followed, and Jiang Wangshu walked side by side behind Su Mu.

The underground passage is a closed space, silent, but there is no echo of their footsteps.

There was only a clear and crisp tapping sound on the ground.

A faint depressing atmosphere slowly penetrated into the hearts of Jiang Wangshu and the three of them, stimulating the hair on their bodies to stand on end.

This kind of claustrophobic space, no matter how large it is, will give people an unsafe feeling.

What's more, this is a strange place.

And Su Mu said that the identity of the other party is very complicated.

Even though Jiang Wangshu was used to seeing things happening, he still found it difficult to control his mind.

Su Mu didn't care, and even whistled frivolously.

Feng Siming looked back at him helplessly, but Su Mu became more and more energetic, so he had no choice but to give up.

After walking for two minutes, I came to a door.

Feng Siming did not knock on the door, but pointed sideways at the door without saying a word.

"Go in?"

Feng Siming stood directly at the door and turned into a statue.

Su Mu pushed the door open directly.

What comes into view is a very clean room.

The room was empty, with nothing on display and only one person.

Su Mu's eyes fell on that person.

He was a young man, with a slender figure, one meter nine tall, with a shawl and black hair hanging down his waist, and wearing a snow-white robe.

This is what is meant by the saying that white clothes beat the snow.

That face is simply indescribable.

beautiful?

Or handsome?

If it were just about appearance, none of the sons of gods Su Mu had ever seen could compare to him.

No matter how much he tried to cover it up, he couldn't hide the... strange charm deep in his eyes.

The other party seemed to have an aura of nobility in his bones.

He looked at Su Mu with a faint joke on his face.

It seemed that these people in front of him were just little playthings in his hand.

"You? Want to see me?"

Su Mu glanced at the other party and laughed:

"What did I see you for?"

The other party had no expression on his face and said coldly:

"Then what do you mean?"

"Take me to the person I should see. You are not qualified to talk to me."

The other party's face instantly became very ugly.

He stared at Su Mu with an extremely dangerous look, and suddenly smiled faintly:

"How did you tell that I wasn't?"

Su Mu still had a smile on his face:

"You haven't even grown all your hair, why do you still need to look at it?"

The young man's face suddenly turned blood red, and then he became livid with anger.

He didn't seem to know how to curse at all, he just looked at Su Mu with his whole body trembling, but he didn't know what to say.

Su Mu's heart became calmer and calmer.

Seeing that the other party was staring at him, his eyes flickering, as if he was thinking about how to retaliate against him, he laughed again, as if he was looking at a fool:

"Little guy, you have just grown up, right? Why are you pretending to be mature? Tell your uncle, are you sixteen or eighteen? Tsk, tsk, tsk, yes, he is also a handsome young man. Take me to see your grandpa quickly."

Su Mu spoke quickly, with the expression of an elder looking at a naughty junior:

"When the cooperation is agreed upon, uncle, I will take you to Kaixin. What style of woman do you like? Is it Xiaojiabiyu or Chushui Furong? You don't have an Oedipus complex and like Auntie, do you?"

"you you you!"

The other party started to tremble violently, pointed at Su Mu, suddenly stamped his feet, covered his face with his hands, and ran away crying.

Jiang Wangshu and the other three were dumbfounded.

Nima.

Why is this boy so girly?

Only Su Mu sneered in his heart.

How can a little girl pretend to be a man?

The other party actually asked her to come out to cause trouble. Is it intentional or what does it mean?

Today's secret meeting is extremely important and hidden.
To be continued...