The voice of Qingling is like a fine water. Some little foxes can’t believe it. Is it spit from the mouth of the body in front of her eyes?

This body called her lady? What is the situation?

Is it... the wrong person? No, is it the wrong fox?

The little fox swallowed his mouth, and his heart was still very scared. The white, innocent hair was erected and slightly trembled in the coffin.

"Miss, you first sleep in the coffin, I will call the servant back and kill all those people."

Servant?

The little fox thinks of the zombies outside, he...the servants in his mouth will not be the zombies?

The little fox thought that the body was going to call the zombies to kill them all, and in their hearts, the little claws hugged the enchanting cold face of the body.

"Oh..." Don't move them.

He heard the little fox opening, the enchanting face, slightly frowning, flashing doubts: "Miss, you used to talk about people, why don't you talk about people now?"

"..." because it is not his lady.

"Hey..." Can you understand me?

The little fox holds a glimmer of hope. For a moment, it was disappointed. This corpse could not understand its "fox words."

"Miss, isn't that what those people have done to you?" His bright red glimmered through the dark bloodthirsty light and continued: "They really **** it."

The little fox saw his pair of sputum, which was like a reddish blood, emitting a dangerous darkness, and he was shocked. The fluffy head shook like a rattle. Q8zc

"Oh..." They didn't do anything to me, you can't move them.

The corpse confirmed what Feng Lingran and others had done to the little fox. The coffin cover slammed open, and the robe on his body was red and bloody, emitting a strong death scent and eerie. But... a fluffy snow-white little fox hugged the eerie face, how to see it... the style of the painting is somewhat violated.

"Oh..." I am not allowed to move them.

A little fox is very afraid that this corpse will be unfavorable to Feng Ling. Although, it also knows that Feng Ling is very powerful, but it is even more powerful. Feng Lingran is also a person. There are so many zombies in Kyushu City. Feng Lingran, it is inevitable that there will be no accidents.

The little fox thought that Feng Ling was bitten, and his courage was much bigger. He held the face of the body. His face was cold and there was no temperature. His eyes were red and the little fox was not so scared.

"Miss, you don't have to worry about slaves, slaves can't die." The slaves mistakenly thought of the little fox's expression and eyes as he worried. He raised his pale fingers and was about to touch the little fox's white hair. He stopped. . For a moment, he put down his fingers, stretched out the bright red tongue, and licked the white fur of the little fox.

The slave's tongue is not like the zombies outside, it smells bad, but it has a cool aroma, a bit like the taste of herbs.

The little fox licked his bright red tongue on his claws and almost shook it back, but the strange thing was that the hair that he had licked seemed to be washed and shiny, and it was extraordinarily clean and bright.

The little fox kept the face of the slave, and he didn't use it. He had to go back to the coffin and didn't call the zombie to deal with Feng Lingran.

Two days passed by.

The little fox and the slave in the coffin probably knew that he would not hurt it. Gradually, the little fox was so scared when he saw the slave.

It has been in the coffin for so long, and I don’t know how Feng Lingran is doing now? He didn't find it, would he worry about it?

Hey, hey.

The little fox’s belly is singing the empty city song.

The slave scorpion moved to the little fox's stomach: "Miss, are you hungry? Drink the blood of the slave!" His fingers suddenly grew longer, and he stroked the white, snowy neck, the blue veins visible, and the bright red The blood ran down from his neck, giving off the fragrance of a herb. When he saw the little fox's paws covering his mouth and refused to drink blood, he said: "The blood of the slave helps the young lady to practice, and the ones that the younger usually eat. The food is more nutritious. Miss, you can drink it!"

The little fox was picked up by the slave, and it looked at the shocking blood on his neck in horror, and the fluffy head shook like a rattle.

"Oh..." No, I don't want to drink blood. I don't want to drink blood when I die.

The little fox struggled fiercely in the hands of slaves. It was unacceptable and blood was a living.

When the slaves saw that the little fox was struggling, they did not continue to force it. They sighed a little, and the voice of Qingling said: "The lady once said that if she wants to practice adulthood, the slaves will try their best to help the young lady to practice as soon as possible. Adults, now the slaves have found a way, but the younger ones have changed from the previous ones. If the younger goes on like this, I don’t know that I have to practice until the Year of the Monkey to be an adult."

After a pause, the red dragonfly flashed through the expectation and sadness. The pale and lush fingers slid over the cheeks of his own charm and continued: "The lady also said that the face of the slave is very good, and wants to become a slave. If the young lady is an adult, the slave promises the lady, and the skin is taken down to the young lady."

The little fox listened to the pores, and it is hard to imagine how he would peel off the entire face. What would be a cruel picture?

The slave saw the little fox screaming and shook his head. He looked at it with sorrow and sorrow. Regardless of the blood on his neck, he said: "Is it a slave? This skin is not well maintained? Miss missed it?"

The little fox shook his head fiercely, and his own face was very good, and he didn’t need the face of the slave!

His lady is a pervert! Actually want the face of a slave?

"Miss, you can rest assured that when you practice adulthood, the slaves will make this face more white and tender." After a pause, he said: "Miss, you will not drink the blood of the slave, the slave will go out to you." Find something to eat!"

After the slaves left, the little fox ran out of the coffin, and the seven-star lamp was lit on the wall. This is a closed space. It seems that there is no place to go out.

How did the slaves go out?

The little fox was puzzled, looking for a circle in the room, and did not find an exit or a mouse hole.

About half an hour.

The slave came back, carrying a chicken in his hand, and the hair and internal organs were all cleaned up.

"Miss, your favorite chicken." He took the chicken to the little fox.

"..." It likes cooked chicken, not raw chicken.

"Hey..."

The little fox raised his paw and pointed to the seven-star lamp, and pointed to the chicken. He hoped that the slave would understand what it meant.

The slave looked up, and the red dragonfly seemed to understand something. He flew over and took the seven-star lamp and sent it to the little fox: "Miss, this seven-star lamp is for you, don't blow it out." If you kill one, the lady’s birthday will be one year less. If the seven stars in the underground palace are all gone, Miss..."

The latter did not say that the little fox did not understand, but the fox also understood, but it did not care, it is not a real slave of the slave, does not need this seven-star lamp to continue life.

The little fox pointed to the chicken in the hands of the slave and let him bake on the seven-star lamp.

The slave finally understood, and the red dragonfly flashed different colors: "Miss, do you want to eat chicken with a seven-star lamp?"

The little fox slammed his head.

The slave is also drunk in his heart. He can think of roasting chicken with his life lamp, and only his young lady can think of it.

"Miss, the slave is still out and cooked, take it again!"

The slaves disappeared into the eyes of the little fox. This time, the little fox looked clear, and the slaves passed through the wall on the top and disappeared.

The little fox was shocked and happy in his heart. He jumped straight and jumped up the stone sarcophagus. He jumped up and fell to the ground.

Repeated several times, the little fox really jumped forward, the miracle happened, it actually penetrated the wall...

After the penetration, the little fox discovered that on the top, it was not a wall at all, but it looked like a wall.

There are footsteps close.

The little fox is overjoyed in the heart, and can appear in the footsteps here, except for Feng Lingran, they will not have others.

The little fox ran with joy in the footsteps. After a while, it saw several figures.

"Hey..."

The little fox saw the familiar figure, and it was happy.

Feng Lingran heard the voice of the little fox and thought that he had got it wrong. He looked at the black scorpion and touched the clever little fox. He moved and strode.

The little fox soon fell into the embrace of Feng Lingran. He felt that Feng Ling was holding it tightly. The little fox had a little excitement in his heart. He was nervous about it.

The little fox's furry head relatives smashed in the phoenix's arms. In the past two days, it was scared, worried, and missed in the coffin. Now in the arms of Feng Lingran, it feels very at ease. Don't want to leave his arms.

Nangong’s gaze fell on the little fox who was intimate with Feng’s relatives. The black moon like the cold moon flashed through the darkness, and the white lips were slightly open. He wanted to say something, but did not make a sound, but closed it.

In the dark night, I saw some lost eyes in Nangong. He looked at the little fox who had no heart and lungs. He snorted coldly, as if he was extremely dissatisfied with a small fox.

"Little fox, where did you take the corpse?" Wan Yuyu came, and the fan fan beat the palm of his hand regularly.

Xi Er followed with Wan Yuyu, and Ming looked at the little fox in Feng Lingran's arms. For the past two days, everyone was worried about it. She was also worried.

The little fox looked at Wan Yuyu, and Yu Guang saw the pathological jade of Nangong. It had a tight heart and some inexplicable pain in the heart.

"General Feng, let this little fox take us, I guess those things should be hidden by the corpse in the place where the little fox was caught."

The little fox blinked, and the stone room fare that the slave took with him did not. The battle was too thought.

Just... what is in the mouth of the battle, what is it?

If it is a fantasy adult, you can also ask the slave, what treasure is hidden here? Not only attracted the generals of Nanling, but even the phoenix, the regent of the money and dung, was attracted.

Is there a large amount of treasure in this palace? No one can resist?

Suddenly, a yin wind blew.

A slave in a red robe appeared in front of everyone, his **** red cockroaches suffocated, falling on the little fox in the arms of Feng Lingran, holding a chicken that was cooked in his hand.