Jian Xinghen smiled slightly, as if he was not afraid of Zhilou's words.
"You won't do that. If you really want to bury the Silmeng City and bury the drugs, you won't follow me into the Silmeng City, so... since you come here, please feel free."
"Jian Xingheng, I'm not here to visit, give me the antidote!" Feng Zhilou's eyebrows were raised, his anger surged, and his fist was swinged out directly, and he stopped when he almost hit Jian Xinghen's face.
She couldn't kill him now because Jian Xinghen knew where the antidote was. After hesitating for a while, her fist was still put down, and her tone was not as strong as before.
"How are you willing to give me an antidote?"
"After staying here for three days, let's discuss this topic again. What do you think?" Jian Xinghen sought Zhilou's opinion in a negotiated tone.
It is not difficult to live in the city of Yanmang for three days. What is difficult is that Zhilou is afraid that after three days, Jian Xinghen will still refuse to hand over the antidote, and these three days have been wasted in vain.
Zhilou sniffed his nose, and a trace of sadness surged in his eyes. If she really couldn't get the antidote this time, she wouldn't have returned to the ground. She would rather die with the enemy than see Chu Moshang.
The moment when the oil is exhausted.
"If you don't give me the antidote in three days, I will really bury it here and myself." Zhilou said discouragedly.
Feng Zhilou's words made Jian Xinghen a little surprised.
The platform is still falling, and the speed is getting faster and faster. After estimating the falling speed, Zhilou knew that the underground Salt Maple City was far deeper than she had imagined. No wonder that even the black and white Holy Evil could not find the Salt Maple City for so many years.
clues.
"Have you built this place?" Zhilou asked.
"No, it belongs to the Dark Lady Shadow Girl." Jian Xinghen answered.
"Your wife?" Zhilou asked contemptly.
Jian Xinghen's face turned dark and he did not answer Feng Zhilou's question. Facing his daughter, this was a question that was hard to say as a father. He agreed to Ying Ji, lowered his dignity as a man, and crawled in the shadow.
Ji's feet are just a day to be able to formally compete with the holy land.
Now he succeeded, the dungeon is many times stronger than before. When he heard that the city lord of the city of Salt Mang City was shuddering, and the dark lady Ying Ji also retreated behind the scenes, willing to rely on him and be his woman.
But Jian Xinghen had a dense and undetected pain in his heart, which was also his greatest regret. She lost Yue Niang.
“We’re here.”
After such a dull sentence from Jian Xinghen, Zhilou was already standing on the ground of the dungeon. Everything in front of her surprised her. This place was not as small as she thought, nor as none as people said.
On scale, this is simply a huge underground world.
Buildings, streets, markets, everything is shrouded in a dark darkness, and the air is filled with a breath of death that makes Zhilou feel suffocated.
In the corner of the wall, something was crawling. Zhilou looked closely and his brows frowned.
A man who was dragging himself crawled out, and he was gone from his waist. He glanced at him with a pair of dark yellow eyes, and his face was covered with acne and red dots.
"Who is she?" A terrifying voice came out from the dark windows on both sides of the street. They were very alert to an alien.
"I smelled strangers, she came from the ground." Someone responded.
"But she is with the city lord..."
After such words, no one was talking, but for no reason, Zhilou felt a chill on his back, and in the darkness, countless eyes were still staring at her.
Jian Xinghen was still walking, and occasionally some lizards and insects could crawl over the ground. When they saw Zhilou, they avoided them. They felt the deterrence of the Holy Land Ring.
When Fengzhilou was approaching the main city, he found that there were many men in black standing on both sides. When these men in black saw Fengzhilou, they all picked up shields and weapons.
They all knew this woman, Miss Fengqi, who almost destroyed the city of Salt Mang.
"City Lord, it's time to kill this woman now." The man in black walked up and whispered.
This sentence made Feng Zhilou immediately alert. She held the Xuanyuan Sword in her hand. As long as these people dared to pounce on her, she would be ready for battle at any time. It would not be so easy for them to subdue her immediately. Just give it to her.
In the gap, she can use the summoning technique.
"Everything is gone." Jian Xinghen gave the order.
"Yes!" Although the man in black was extremely reluctant, he retreated, Jian Xinghen walked in front with cold eyes.
Feng Zhilou's hand was also put down from the hilt of the Xuanyuan Sword. It seemed that Jian Xinghen really didn't plan to deal with her, otherwise she would be alone and still in the dungeon. They wanted to do it, and it would be better than outside.
It's much easier to come.
"What kind of tricks do you want to play?" Feng Zhilou asked in a low voice.
"I said I just want you to live here for three days. It's not an enemy or an enemy, just like a father and a daughter." Jian Xinghen's eyes fell on Zhilou's face. She really looked like her.
One line.
"ridiculous."
Feng Zhilou thought this was ridiculous. No matter what, they were all right and evil. If they could get along like father and daughter, not to mention that he was not her father and she was not his daughter.
Soon he walked to the main city. Jian Xinghen waved his hand and put down the passage with a tall chain. Feng Zhilou hesitated a little. Will there be no danger when he walks in like this? After all, she has no way to do so.
Get the antidote.
"Are you scared?" Jian Xinghen smiled faintly.
"A small city, do you think I'm really scared?"
After Feng Zhilou said that, he raised his foot and walked up. Finally, Jian Xinghen followed him and walked towards the main city together. This seemed to be the only bright place in the city of Salt Mang. The squirting flames made it here.
There is a little heating.
"Welcome to the city of Salt Mang!"
A woman's vicissitudes sounded, Feng Zhilou looked up and saw a woman in a long robe walking down a dark staircase. Compared with that black body, her face became more pale and colorless. Could this be Jian
The dark lady in Xinghen’s mouth, his wife?
Zhilou frowned. This woman looked much older than Jian Xinghen.
"Who is she?" Zhilou asked.
"Mrs. Dark Lady Shadow Girl." Jian Xinghen introduced.
"So it's really your wife. It seems that you don't have a good view?"
Feng Zhilou snorted, and Jian Xinghen was also a little embarrassed. Although Ying Ji seemed to be only ten years older than him, in fact, she was twenty years older than him.
Dark Lady Ying Ji walked to Zhilou and looked her up and down, with surprise and strangeness appearing in her eyes.
"I was surprised that your daughter was so beautiful."