Chapter 834

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Shui Miaomiao wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, she was so happy.

No wonder that tunnel is more suitable for a man's body shape. It turns out that Lord Tuo Yan is playing jailbreak here!

That is to say, that tunnel, this cave, and the luminous pearl on the wall were all built by Tuo Yanjun. Why can’t I stop laughing the more I think about it!

Imagine Tuo Yanjun holding a small shovel and a safety helmet, digging diligently into the ground like a mole, and I couldn't help but laugh.

Then he opened his pocket, took out the luminous pearl and pressed it into the wall.

Of course, the real situation is definitely not like this. It should be bombarded with magic, but Shui Miaomiao couldn't help but think so.

In the room, the tunnel, and the cave where he was now, Shui Miaomiao felt that the spiritual power was running very slowly and blocked, otherwise the fireball of the firebending group would not have disappeared halfway down.

Shui Miaomiao didn't know whether it was the problem of his injury or the setting of the place itself. Shui Miaomiao felt that it was more the latter. If there was no suppression, Lord Tuo Yan would not have to dig a tunnel and just break out from the front door!

The place where Lord Tuoyan can be detained is naturally strict. The higher the cultivation level, the higher the oppression. You can imagine how difficult it is for Lord Tuoyan to find a way out.

Judging from the writing on the wall, it seemed that Tuo Yanjun had been imprisoned for more than a year. I couldn't believe that they dared to imprison him for so long before they started to dig out the tunnels.

The words left on the wall were full of anger, saying that if he went out, he would throw in all the people who participated in his confinement that day and force them to dig out through the tunnel.

Reading the inscriptions on the wall, imagining Tuo Yanjun's arrogant face, Shui Miaomiao's tense heartstrings slowly relaxed a lot.

Since this road was created by Lord Tuo Yan, there should be no danger. Moreover, does it also mean that Lord Tuo Yan has left long ago, and the weird ceremony above did not involve him.

Everything seemed to be going in the right direction, and she felt full of motivation again. Shui Miaomiao moved forward along the path guided by the bright night pearl.

From time to time, there are complaints engraved by Tuo Yanjun on the wall. They can make people laugh at first, but gradually they don't.

'Heartache'

'I don't know why, but my heart hurts more and more'

'Bone-gnawing pain, it hurts in the morning and at night, it hurts all the time'

'I don't feel any more pain today, I feel more itchy. I don't know if it's good or bad.'

"Why doesn't it hurt anymore? Because I remember a damn person. Did I owe her something in my previous life?"

'Why are you dreaming, you won't smile at me like that'

'itch'

'Still itchy'

'It's becoming more and more unbearable, I can't bear to open my chest'

'In the silent tunnel, there used to be only the sound of yourself blowing up the mountain. Today I heard a strange "thumping" sound and your face. For the first time, you had to come here in a dream.'

'Thumping, thumping, thumping' is really an annoying noise, but I'm used to it, because I can see you, you are much more fierce than in the dream'

'I found the source of the noise. It turned out to be in my heart, and the sound came from inside. How can I extinguish it?'

'The noise is much louder today. It seems that someone has moved in. You are also particularly restless today. I have been digging very hard and scolding is useless. I also want to go out early.'

'I'm going to look for you as soon as I get out, Shui Miaomiao. If you move in without permission, should you pay some room fees?'

When the words 'Shui Miaomiao' came into view, Shui Miaomiao completely stopped smiling.

The vague speculations in my heart are completely different from being rudely exposed without any room for maneuver.

Shui Miaomiao felt as if she was suddenly lifted onto a high platform, shrouded in a beam of light, and she wanted to avoid it uncomfortably.

It was clear that there was no one in the cave except for himself, and Shui Miaomiao almost drowned in shame, embarrassment, bewilderment and other emotions.

She really thought Lord Tuo Yan was joking and talking nonsense.

After all, if Gu had ever seen him without being in a hurry, what kind of good impression could he have left?

Every time he saw Lord Tuo Yan, it was almost always when Shui Miaomiao was in a panic. He had once saved Shui Miaomiao like a magic weapon descending from the sky, but carrying Shui Miaomiao was like carrying a chicken.

When did the feelings arise?

There was clearly only quarreling and fear between them...

The words "three points into the wall" make people's eyes hurt and their heads hurt.

Pressing her eyes that turned red for some time, Shui Miaomiao didn't know how to respond. It was true that she was moved, but it was also true that she couldn't respond.

It's better to find an exit quickly and stop looking at this. Shui Miaomiao looked away.

The words engraved on the wall made Tuo Yanjun dig holes and be stunned. How could he grow a heart? How can a person live without a heart?

'I think back to the scene when I drove me away that day, and sometimes I wonder if everything would have been much simpler if I had just knocked you out and taken you away.'

'Of course you deny my feelings, I am speechless'

'Now, holding my heart, when I meet you, I can say loudly and confidently: I didn't take you away that day, and I already showed my love.'

Lord Tuo Yan also didn't expect that someone could find this place and write his thoughts on the wall wantonly, writing words that he had planned but would never say out loud now.

If no one breaks in, the place will be covered with dust, and the words on the wall will rot with the passage of time...

Walking in a hurry, Shui Miaomiao restrained herself not to read the words on the wall, but she still caught sight of some of them, and the red and hot cheeks made Shui Miaomiao want to bury her head in the ground.

Go straight forward.

"ah!"

Shui Miaomiao covered her neck and fell to the ground. She raised her head with tears in her eyes. Her neck almost broke.

No way ahead? The hole is not opened?

Looking up to find the light source of the night pearl, Shui Miaomiao's eyes were stunned, and he forgot about the pain. He slowly retracted the hand that was rubbing his neck and lightly covered his mouth.

There are a few common questions, such as, when did you fall in love with her? What do you love about her?

Tuo Yanjun tore up hundreds of paintings, but he was still puzzled. Finally, he copied his thoughts on a stubborn stone.

They have forgotten the sea of ​​flowers in the rain with a faint golden luster, and Shui Miaomiao sitting in the sea of ​​flowers with a black cloth blindfolded.

Although she couldn't see the bright light, Shui Miaomiao couldn't bear to live up to the beautiful scenery. She lifted up the black cloth to reveal one eye, blinking mischievously, and was amazed by the scenery.

The eyes are constantly shedding tears, but they are smiling, the eyebrows are smiling, the eyes are smiling, the lips are smiling, the smile is blooming, overflowing with contented joy.

In her hand she held a flower that looked like a white dandelion.

He stretched out his hand, who was it facing? Who are you tilting your head at again?

The wind blows, and the little pieces fly up one after another, and they light up with a faint luster. Where are they flying leisurely? Whose heart did it fly to?

Shui Miaomiao looked at the wall as if she was blinking at herself.

My heart slowed down for a beat, then jumped violently.

The real Shui Miaomiao had long forgotten, and she had forgotten that she and Tuo Yanjun had such a beautiful and harmonious time.

The hand that lightly covered her mouth had hot water droplets dripping from the back of her hand. Shui Miaomiao was crying silently. This painting shocked her.

There is an illusion that the person in the painting is a real person, and she is a painting on paper without emotion.