Chen Xuenian didn't know how to do light kung fu, so he had to fall to death. He kept shouting: "Help! Help the girl, please save me!"
Fu Yunqing grabbed his shoulders, stepped on Qinggong, and landed steadily like a gust of wind.
She looked around and found that the coffin was originally a machine room. Chen Xuenian accidentally touched the machine and they all fell into the dungeon.
The steel dungeon as thick as an arm was built in an underground cave, and directly above, the coffin-sized entrance had been closed by an iron plate without any gaps.
Fuyunqing sighed.
The poisonous corpse fell to the ground, causing its neck and arms to twist.
Chen Xuenian's heart trembled when he saw it. He took off his coat and covered the body. Out of sight and out of mind, he breathed a sigh of relief and said apologetically:
"I'm sorry. It's all my fault for helping the girl and His Highness the Eighth Prince. I thought it would be okay to help the girl into the coffin. There must be no mechanism, but I didn't expect..."
"I jumped into the coffin for my own reasons. Even if there is a mechanism, I will not touch it by mistake." Fu Yunqing looked around, groping for the iron fence, looking for the machine amplifier that went out, and said, "That's all, it's not strange. You, you are a scholar, so it makes sense that you don’t understand the mechanism.”
"I think we can't get out for the time being." Fu Yunqing said awkwardly, "Looking at this dungeon, it was built some years ago. It was a mechanism built together when Chen Xi was buried, just to trap the people who came to investigate the case. Chen Xi Yu Shiliu’s backup plan.”
Qi Chengyi glanced around, took off his outer robe and spread it on the ground, and concluded: "This dungeon is a death trap. It can only be opened from the outside, not from the inside. We can only wait for Chu Bingke to find helpers to save us."
Chen Xuenian thought of those hidden arrows before and exclaimed: "There are so many arrows and hidden weapons. I don't know if Bing can escape safely..."
"Little scholar, you'd better not be like a crow. The only one we can count on now is Miss Chu." Fu Yunqing sat next to Qi Chengyi, closed his eyes to rest, and sighed, "Don't worry, Tianying and Shen Huaixu discovered that we are missing. I will come and look for him, and sooner or later I will be able to get out, it is just a matter of time.”
Qi Chengyi discovered that Fu Yunqing and him had gone to the same place.
only……
Today is the twenty-ninth day of the twelfth lunar month, and the date is really not good.
"Miss Fu, can you really sleep?" Chen Xuenian walked around the dungeon looking for an exit and looked at Fu Yunqing who had a calm look on his face.
Fu Yunqing didn't answer. Of course she couldn't sleep. She was never one to sit still and wait for death.
The panoramic view of the dungeon she had just seen appeared in her mind, and she was thinking about how to break the mechanism one by one.
Qi Chengyi was also quiet beside her.
Seeing the two people looking content and content, Chen Xuenian became even more anxious: "What should I do? What should I do! How should I get out?!"
"Shut up!"
This time, Fu Yunqing and Qi Chengyi both spoke.
Chen Xuenian quickly covered his mouth, scurrying around like an ant on a hot pot.
Three or four hours passed, and Chen Xuenian sat slumped in a corner of the dungeon, clutching his empty belly, full of regret and melancholy: "It looks like he will starve to death..."
Fu Yunqing sighed, and when she opened her eyes, the man beside her fell towards her——
"Your Highness the Eighth?"
Fu Yunqing frowned and looked at the man who suddenly fainted in his arms.
The man's upper body was swooning in her arms, his head resting on her legs where he was sitting cross-legged.
She gently poked Qi Chengyi's handsome side face, and gradually increased the force: "It feels so good, how come a man's skin is so white? Hey, Your Majesty the Eighth Prince, wake up?"
At first she just thought Qi Chengyi was asleep.
But gradually, she realized something was wrong.
Qi Chengyi's whole body was trembling slightly...
"Today is the twenty-ninth day of the twelfth lunar month." Fu Yunqing seemed to have thought of something, and his face changed slightly.
"Qi Chengyi, wake up? Is today the day when you have bad hair? I remember the last time I saw you have bad hair, it was also twenty-nine."
The person who fell in her arms slowly opened his eyes.
The boundlessly handsome man with a divine face opened a pair of mist-like peach blossom eyes, but the pupils were——
Blood red!
She remembered a strange poison called quenching resentment.
When the patient is ill, he loses his mind, becomes mad, becomes manic and furious, drinks blood and grows hair, and needs to constantly kill people and see blood in order to relieve the poisoning.
Fu Yunqing was shocked all over and swallowed with some fear.
Even though she was afraid, she did not push Qi Chengyi away immediately.
But Qi Chengyi pushed her away. Veins gradually appeared on his forehead. He endured all kinds of pain and said with difficulty: "Go, go away..."
Fu Yunqing touched his hot forehead and said worriedly: "Your Highness, you are poisoned. Is the poison you were poisoned by quenching resentment poison?"
"You don't need to worry about it, just get out, get out."
Qi Chengyi pushed her away fiercely, his voice was extremely painful, and the veins on his temples jumped one by one. He clenched his fists, grabbed the iron railing tightly, and tried his best to suppress the growing rage in his body.
Through his red pupils, he saw that the whole world was blood red.
Blood, blood, seeing blood, killing...
He looked at Fu Yunqing, showed an evil smile, took a step forward on his toes, but shook his head suddenly.
No, that's Fu Yunqing.
Qi Chengyi looked at the thin scholar huddled in the corner, walked over and pinched Chen Xuenian's neck hard.
Chen Xuenian, whose feet were gradually hanging in the air, let out a terrified scream: "Your Highness, Eighth Prince, me, me, Chen Xuenian! Could it be that you have been possessed by a ghost!"
Fu Yunqing hurriedly took action to stop Qi Chengyi.
Qi Chengyi fought back, and Chen Xuenian, who was almost suffocated, was knocked unconscious to the ground.
After Chen Xuenian fell into coma, Qi Chengyi looked at the only waking creature in the dungeon and gradually became violent and lost his mind.
Every move he made carried a domineering and murderous aura, giving Fu Yunqing no chance to breathe.
It was at this time that Fu Yunqing discovered that Qi Chengyi, who usually did not show off his appearance, revealed his true strength under his poisonous hair. His martial arts was so powerful that she was definitely not a match for him!
Qi Chengyi grabbed her by the neck, pressed her hard against the wall, and slowly lifted her up!
Fu Yunqing hit the iron railing, his back hurt, and he vomited a mouthful of blood!
The blood bloomed bright red on her lips.
Yes, blood.
Qi Chengyi's red pupils flashed slightly, and the tip of his tongue lightly touched the roof of his mouth, raising an evil and cold smile. He pressed forward and bit her bloody lips, biting and eating.
The kiss was like a rainstorm, crazy and overbearing, intensive and brutal.
There is no lingering at all, only grabbing and squeezing.
Blood flowed between their lips and teeth.
Fu Yunqing was grabbed by the neck and lost his breath bit by bit. His face gradually turned pale and his consciousness gradually became blurred.
But the man seemed to be addicted, licking her bloody and tempting lips inch by inch.
Fu Yunqing trembled all over, like a butterfly in the storm.
The pain and fear of suffocation made her cry softly, tears rolling down from the corners of her eyes.
"Qi, Cheng, Yi..."
"do not do that……"
"OK……"
