No matter who the woman in the coffin was or how many shocking appearances she had, Feng Zhilou didn't want to see it anymore, nor did she feel curious. She just wanted to leave here with Chu Moshang.
But she pulled her hard for a few times, but Chu Moshang didn't move. Her feet seemed to have roots, and her eyes were still staring at the woman in the coffin. He was really confused by the woman's face?
Feng Zhilou was upset. This woman was so charming when she died. What if she lived?
"There is nothing here, what is the Dragon Palace? It's just a crystal coffin of a dead woman. What's the purpose of such a big tomb? I won't look at it anymore, I won't look at it anymore." Zhilou shouted, but his heart was sour.
Feeling uncomfortable.
But Chu Moshang still did not move, his eyes were frozen. Could this be the "dragon catastrophe" mentioned on the stone tablet? If so, this catastrophe would be in front of him.
"Let's go..."
Although Feng Zhilou was trying hard to pull Chu Moshang, he also thought of the stone tablet in his heart. What does such a woman have to do with the dragon robbery? What is the relationship between this woman and the dragon? The whole thing, from the beginning to
The end is all messy and there is no need to continue exploring.
"Don't you want the three scales of the evil dragon? Go out and take a look now, maybe it's dead."
"Wait, Zhilou, look..."
Chu Moshang pulled Zhilou back, pinched her chin with his fingers, turned her cheek toward the crystal coffin, and asked her to see the woman in the crystal coffin.
Although Feng Zhilou was extremely reluctant, she had to look at the woman in the coffin, with extreme repulsion in her eyes, but when she saw the woman's face in the crystal coffin clearly, she immediately held her breath, just like Chu Moshang,
His eyes were frozen.
"This, this is..." Zhilou's lips squirted for a moment and he actually stuttered.
The woman in the coffin has fairy eyes, without any trace of the worldly aura, like a fairy in the sky, and her charming fairy face makes people think a lot.
But after such a glance, Zhilou felt a thunder in his head, like a thunderclap, which made her dizzy. How could this be possible? The appearance of the woman in the crystal coffin was really familiar, as if she was looking in the mirror.
, a woman who is exactly the same as Miss Fengqi.
"No, wrong, illusion?"
Is it an illusion? Feng Zhilou took a deep breath and looked at it again. It was true. The only difference was that the woman in the coffin was spotless, while Miss Fengqi was a little down and her head and face were covered with dust.
"Snow, Xuesheng?"
This is a thought that Feng Zhilou saw this face. He stood here alive. It was impossible for him to be a woman lying inside dead. He was like Xue Sheng, who looked very similar to him.
A unique woman.
But Xuesheng went to Changjie, how could he be lying in this crystal coffin now? So who is this woman? Could it be that Miss Fengqi's face is really pleasing, everyone likes to look like her, have plastic surgery, clones?
Is this a coincidence?
He subconsciously touched his face and a hint of annoyance climbed up Feng Zhilou's heart.
It doesn't make sense, it doesn't make sense.
"Is Xue Sheng back? What did she lie here for? Is she dead?" Feng Zhilou muttered to herself, her heart was confused and confused.
Chu Moshang's shoulders finally moved and looked at Feng Zhilou.
"This is not Xue Sheng, it is you."
"Is it me?"
What a joke? Feng Zhilou smiled dryly, and a look of fear flashed in her beautiful eyes. She didn't know how to explain. Isn't her person standing here? How could the woman inside be her? Is this conclusion
It's a bit outrageous.
"No one can give me this feeling except you."
Chu Moshang was very sure. The moment he saw this woman just now, he felt extremely heartache. Only Zhilou could bring this heartache to him.
The woman's peaceful and gentle facial features were as kind and innocent as Miss Fengqi.
"I... aren't dead yet?" Feng Zhilou shook his hand in front of Chu Moshang's eyes. Was he stupid? The person standing here is definitely not Miss Feng Qi.
"Come with me."
Chu Moshang held Zhilou's hand shaking in front of him and pulled her down the altar. He didn't think it was too high when he came up just now. Now that he was walking down, he realized that the steps leading to the altar had actually been up.
Thousand levels are so long.
Chu Moshang's arm wrapped around Feng Zhilou's waist, jumped up gently, and quickly jumped down from the steps, landed on the altar, and when he looked back, the crystal coffin was still surrounded by the flowing light, like a treasure
Place flat on the altar.
"Where are you going now?" Zhilou asked softly.
“By the altar.”
After Chu Moshang finished speaking, he strode towards the altar.
After walking around the altar, Feng Zhilou looked up and was shocked to find that the Dragon Palace was really big and quiet. After looking around in the air, her eyes moved down.
"ah!"
Feng Zhilou screamed sharply, and his innocent eyes widened, his face paler than the woman in the crystal coffin just now. He almost came up in one breath.
She covered her mouth, inhale and exhale for a long time, and her lungs were about to explode.
Who can't believe that the scene you see after the altar will be true? Feng Zhilou had only one thought, ran out, ran all the way without looking back. This is really hard to accept.
"Impossible, not!"
Feng Zhilou had a pair of eyes wide open, and the divine light in his eyes was empty. On the ground behind the altar, there was a golden dragon entrenched. His body was winding and twisted, his golden scales shining, his dragon beard was flying, and his strong and upright
The body filled the altar of the Dragon Palace. Although it was dead, it was still majestic. The dragon head was raised high, and his eyes were filled with unwillingness and melancholy.
The golden dragon stared at the crystal coffin on the altar.
Who can deny this kind of look is a strong love?
There are really dead dragons in the dragon tomb, but why are they golden, why are there such scales? Why are he exactly the same as Shang? Seeing him, Zhilou thought of the divine dragon dancing in the clouds...
"Why, why is it so similar to you..."
Feng Zhilou was shocked by Jin Long's sad eyes, and felt so distressed that he seemed to be bleeding.
Chu Moshang's breathing became heavy. He slowly grabbed Zhilou's shoulder and added strength. He couldn't explain it clearly. Although he was suspicious just now, he did not expect that such a picture would be after the altar.
.
"I don't know." Chu Moshang's voice almost hoarse.
"Didn't you say I have the ability to perceive? Help me, I want to know what happened here?" Feng Zhilou was very anxious. Now she didn't want to leave, she just wanted to know the truth.
But what is the truth? She is afraid that she can't accept it.