1853 Destruction

Style: Heros Author: Zi RanWords: 1258Update Time: 24/01/19 04:41:53
Main hall.

The stone door on the far left suddenly lit up with a little spiritual light.

Subsequently.

The figure flashed.

Fu Zhihong walked out of the stone door.

He raised his eyes and looked around vigilantly, only to see that the hall was empty, with the exception of Miss Linggui sitting cross-legged in the corner. At this moment, Miss Linggui, who had been meditating with her eyes closed, suddenly opened her eyes.

Fu Zhihong was a little panicked:

"Miss Linggui, Shiyi, haven't they come out yet?"

The stone gate through which everyone enters front and back.

If he hadn't been injured, he would have left long ago.

But now more than two months have passed.

Could it be that eleven...

Think about this.

Fu Zhihong felt as if he had been struck by lightning, his legs were weak, and he staggered and almost lost his balance. He stared closely at Miss Linggui. He, who had always been calm and calm, now had red eyes:

"Miss Linggui, you have to say something! Where's Eleven? Isn't Eleven out yet?"

However, Miss Linggui looked behind him and saw that the aura of Shimen had faded away, but no one came out. She couldn't hide the disappointment on her face. She shook her head and said lightly: "So far, you are the only one who has come out. .”

Finished.

The girl closed her eyes again.

Fu Zhihong murmured to himself, full of disbelief. He was suffering from a severe loss of essence and blood. At this time, he was so hit that his eyes were starry and his face became increasingly pale and bloodless.

In a trance.

He couldn't help but think of his relationship with his daughter. Of the three children, only this little daughter was with him. However, when he was in Jingzhou, he was busy making a living. After arriving in Mangzhou, in order to take root in Mangzhou, he knew that he had almost always been there. He is squeezing his little daughter to turn against the clan members.

He always thinks about it.

Waiting for the Fu family to take root in Mangzhou.

By then.

The clan can then feed Eleven in return.

in particular.

After they return to their ancestral land, he will report to their superiors that all the credit for these efforts is 11%. If it were not 11%, they would not be able to return to their ancestral land. After returning to their ancestral land, he will make it public to the clan members and give priority to the resources of the clan. One use.

in this way.

This will make up for Eleven’s efforts over the years.

"How could this be so..."

in his consciousness.

Eleven can always turn danger into good fortune, and even if he cannot be defeated, he can still escape safely through the shuttle gate.

"Yes, yes, Eleven must have left this place, it must be, it must be!"

It's like convincing myself.

But Fu Zhihong still stared eagerly at the stone door on the right.

I do not know how long it has been.

Miss Linggui suddenly sighed, patted the storage bag, and with a flash of sunlight, an incense stick lit up with a "pop" sound. He conveniently placed the incense stick in a corner and said coldly:

"Queen of Incense"

"If they haven't come out from the stone gate, the stone gate will be closed again for a hundred years, and the next time it opens will be a hundred years later."

The incense stick was mostly burned.

But.

The two stone doors still had no fluctuation at all.

Girl Linggui also stood up from meditating. At this time, only a small section of the incense stick was left. Girl Linggui looked at Fu Zhihong as if she were looking at a dead person, and was about to make a hand gesture with her right hand.

suddenly.

A bright spiritual light suddenly lit up in the stone door on the right.

Subsequently.

Several figures flashed out of the stone door.

Take a closer look.

It was Mr. Cheng and the Cheng twins, Ouyang Jun and the Ouyang triplets.

Fu Zhihong hurriedly looked behind them. Among them, Fu Shiyi was not seen. At this time, Shimen's aura faded little by little.

At this moment.

The stone door in the middle suddenly lit up.

A flash of inspiration.

Two figures flashed up, and upon closer inspection, they were Sixth Sister Mo Lan and Eighteenth Brother. There was no one else behind them, and the aura of the stone gate in the middle had completely disappeared.