"Lord?" Feng Qingcheng's eyes suddenly opened, and a strange light flashed through his eyes like black jade, and looked at Mu Chenxiao with a burning look: "I killed his subordinates, are you sure he would not kill me in anger?"

Mu Chenxiao's vast eyes flashed with extreme softness, and a deep smile appeared on the corner of his lips. He suddenly turned around and slid past the wall, and actually pushed open a stone door silently.

Behind the stone gate, beyond Feng Qingcheng's expectations, there was a faint cold light.

But after seeing everything in the room clearly, Feng Qingcheng finally understood why the room was covered in cold weather.

This turned out to be a library full of bookshelfs.

On the surrounding walls are inlaid with a large number of longan-sized night pearls. Although they are covered with black veils, you can still clearly see everything around you.

Mu Chenxiao sneaked the torch in his hand into the base on the wall with his backhand, and carefully placed Feng Qingcheng on a tiger-skinned rattan chair.

Seeing the part between her eyebrows tightly shrinking due to the pain of the traction, Mu Chenxiao quietly raised his finger and gently stroked her eyebrows, stretching his wrinkles.

"You can rest here for a while, and I'll be back soon..."

Feng Qingcheng's slight jaw head was slightly, and his lips were blushing with a smile: "Go, I'm fine, I can't die for the time being..."

Mu Chenxiao kissed her eyebrows with a feeling of distress, "Wait for me..."

After watching Mu Chenxiao disappear from the bookshelf in one step and three times, Feng Qingcheng finally couldn't help but say a **** exit.

The pain made her curl her body in the rattan chair, feeling the bone-eroding and burning pain alone.

As her eyes flowed unconsciously, she suddenly locked on a bookshelf with strange patterns.

At the top of the bookshelf, a wooden sign was hung. Although the wooden sign was covered with dust, the patterns were still clear.

In the center of the pattern, there was a person standing. The person held a sword in both hands, pointed the tip of the sword directly on the earth, looking ahead.

Although the distance is far apart, Feng Qingcheng still felt the arrogant and arrogant arrogance in him.

It seems that wherever his eyes go, it is in the world of thousands of miles of land and the world of beauty, but it is just a random subversion between his control. The land of the Cangshan Mountains, the rivers and lakes, and he can dominate the ups and downs.

Such a man seemed to be the natural supreme king, pouring in his body with an incomparable domineering aura and a bloody killing aura.

Feng Qingcheng couldn't help but gently stepped down from the rattan chair and walked over with his feet staggering.

Although this person has the domineering aura of domineering the world, he also has the power of affinity that she cannot resist.

She tiptoed, as if she wanted to touch the hanging pattern, but because she was involved in the pain in her body, she couldn't help but groan, crashed into the bookshelf, and fell to the ground with the power of being exhausted.

As she fell, the neatly arranged scrolls on the bookshelf fell all over the floor.

Perhaps because of the age of time, some coils that were bound and bound on the scrolls were stunned and broke, so the scrolls suddenly rolled and scattered.

Instinctively, Feng Qingcheng's eyes fell on the spreading scroll.

The font on the scroll is weird, definitely not the text here, but it looks more like oracle bone script. "Lord?" Feng Qingcheng's eyes suddenly opened, and a strange light flashed through his eyes like jade, and he looked at Mu Chenxiao with a burning look: "I killed his subordinates, are you sure he would not kill me in anger?"

Mu Chenxiao's vast eyes flashed with extreme softness, and a deep smile appeared on the corner of his lips. He suddenly turned around and slid past the wall, and actually pushed open a stone door silently.

Behind the stone gate, beyond Feng Qingcheng's expectations, there was a faint cold light.

But after seeing everything in the room clearly, Feng Qingcheng finally understood why the room was covered in cold weather.

This turned out to be a library full of bookshelfs.

On the surrounding walls are inlaid with a large number of longan-sized night pearls. Although they are covered with black veils, you can still clearly see everything around you.

Mu Chenxiao sneaked the torch in his hand into the base on the wall with his backhand, and carefully placed Feng Qingcheng on a tiger-skinned rattan chair.

Seeing the part between her eyebrows tightly shrinking due to the pain of the traction, Mu Chenxiao quietly raised his finger and gently stroked her eyebrows, stretching his wrinkles.

"You can rest here for a while, and I'll be back soon..."

Feng Qingcheng's slight jaw head was slightly, and his lips were blushing with a smile: "Go, I'm fine, I can't die for the time being..."

Mu Chenxiao kissed her eyebrows with a feeling of distress, "Wait for me..."

After watching Mu Chenxiao disappear from the bookshelf in one step and three times, Feng Qingcheng finally couldn't help but say a **** exit.

The pain made her curl her body in the rattan chair, feeling the bone-eroding and burning pain alone.

As her eyes flowed unconsciously, she suddenly locked on a bookshelf with strange patterns.

At the top of the bookshelf, a wooden sign was hung. Although the wooden sign was covered with dust, the patterns were still clear.

In the center of the pattern, there was a person standing. The person held a sword in both hands, pointed the tip of the sword directly on the earth, looking ahead.

Although the distance is far apart, Feng Qingcheng still felt the arrogant and arrogant arrogance in him.

It seems that wherever his eyes go, it is in the world of thousands of miles of land and the world of beauty, but it is just a random subversion between his control. The land of the Cangshan Mountains, the rivers and lakes, and he can dominate the ups and downs.

Such a man seemed to be the natural supreme king, pouring in his body with an incomparable domineering aura and a bloody killing aura.

Feng Qingcheng couldn't help but gently stepped down from the rattan chair and walked over with his feet staggering.

Although this person has the domineering aura of domineering the world, he also has the power of affinity that she cannot resist.

She tiptoed, as if she wanted to touch the hanging pattern, but because she was involved in the pain in her body, she couldn't help but groan, crashed into the bookshelf, and fell to the ground with the power of being exhausted.

As she fell, the neatly arranged scrolls on the bookshelf fell all over the floor.

Perhaps because of the age of time, some coils that were bound and bound on the scrolls were stunned and broke, so the scrolls suddenly rolled and scattered.

Instinctively, Feng Qingcheng's eyes fell on the spreading scroll.
Chapter completed!