Legend of Fu Yao

Chapter 163: Prison Encounter (2)

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There was a flash of light in the dark, Meng Fuyao's face turned red when he saw his wrist when he heard these words, and his eyes drifted away, but he felt Changsun Wuji suddenly pinch her wrist, and Meng Fuyao immediately threw back his hand They also caught him, and each of them used their own unique skills to run in each other's body for a week. After a while, they let go of their hands and looked at each other with a smile.

Both of them felt that the other's smile was full of color in the dark prison, very bright.

Because of the effect of Zong Yue's pill, Meng Fuyao and Changsun Wuji's real power merged in the last charge, and both of them had a mixed internal energy in their bodies, which allowed them to interact with each other during the healing process. Complementary to achieve the effect of complementary advantages.

Such an advantage also allows two people to carry out breath adjustment at the same time, and stop at the same time when there is a warning sign, and there is no need to specially arrange for one person to take turns protecting the Dharma to waste time.

Changsun Wuji lightly played with her fingers, and suddenly said leisurely: "I don't know why, I suddenly feel that there are so many places to go in this life, but those splendid halls, palaces of princes, or mountains, rivers, lakes, and temples are not like this. It's a great experience to be in prison... "

"You really..." Meng Fuyao also laughed, but changed the subject in the middle of the conversation, and said to himself: "This time in prison, you won't encounter another big wind, right?"

I also thought this idea was funny, smiled, and looked around to see that there was no one around, and felt that the mask this time seemed to be not properly worn, and it always felt a little crooked, so I asked my eldest grandson Wuji to block it for her, and took off the mask to adjust it myself.

The two sat back to back, each with their heads up, on each other's warm backs and in the unique fragrance, they were peacefully thinking about the messy Xuanji, what to do after going out, and those enemies who are overt and secret , Meng Fuyao played with the mask in his hands, let out a breath for a while, and said in a low voice: "Give me three days, give me three days..."

Before he finished speaking, a black shadow flashed in front of his eyes, and suddenly a bony hand stretched out from the wooden fence next door, grabbed the bowl of rotten rice, and swept the scattered rice grains on the ground to his palm with extremely nimble fingers. Shrunk back.

Looking back, Meng Fuyao saw a prisoner next door, wearing a gray cloth that was so dirty that the color could no longer be seen, was stuffing food into his mouth desperately and quickly, and smiling silly at her while stuffing the stuffing.

Meng Fuyao looked at him with a frown, and moved away vigilantly. When she moved, she happened to move to the light and shadow of the oil lamp on the far wall of the cell. He glanced at her, and then another.

Then he suddenly stopped, let go, and the rice balls in his hands fell down all over the floor, but he didn't notice it, just stared at Meng Fuyao, his eyes constantly changing, hesitating... confused... Thinking back... was horrifying at the end.

That expression and consciousness were suddenly shattered into pieces, leaving only a shocking cognition of extreme horror.

The horrified purple haze fell instantly, covering all his sanity.

He raised his hand, pointed at Meng Fuyao with trembling fingers, his voice was already broken, and he squeezed out every single word from his teeth.

He said:

"You... you... you... Wan..."