Si Yanmu lowered his eyes and stopped talking.
In my heart, I have another plan.
He turned around and walked forward quickly without looking sideways.
Ye Qingluo snorted lightly, pulled Di Moxuan, and followed him straight forward.
The calculation in Si Yanmu's eyes naturally did not escape Ye Qingluo's eyes.
The way Si Yanmu thought about it.
How much Ye Qing fell can still be guessed.
The disciples of Anyou Palace guarding the secret room gave Si Yanmu a time limit.
That is to say, within a stick of incense, Si Yan Muruo did not leave the secret room.
They will definitely come in and drive people out of the secret room.
Si Yanmu kept delaying the time.
I'm afraid they just want to use the time to let those Dark Palace disciples enter the secret room.
In this way, they can also be found following the secret room.
Wishful thinking is a good idea.
"I'm thinking of some bad idea again." Di Moxuan's gentle and magnetic voice came into her ears softly.
He lowered his eyes.
In the pupils, the girl's stunning face was reflected.
There was a slight cunning overflowing from the girl's crooked brows and eyes.
As he watched, the corners of his mouth raised an arc unconsciously.
"What a bad idea, I call it... resourceful." Ye Qingluo blinked slyly.
The man's slender fingers tapped lightly on her forehead.
After a while, after walking the long corridor, an arched stone door appeared in front of it.
Si Yanmu rushed towards Shimen quickly, with an unconcealable joy on his face.
The corner of Ye Qingluo's mouth twitched, and the moment Si Yanmu was about to push the stone door open, he grabbed Si Yanmu's shoulder.
The strength of her five fingers increased.
Si Yanmu only felt that there was a stream of air in his internal organs, constantly stirring all the organs in his body.
Cold sweat broke out on his painful forehead.
Ye Qingluo raised the corner of his mouth and slowly let go of his hand: "President Secretary, don't tell me, I didn't give you a chance... Whether you want an antidote or not depends on your next performance."
Si Yanmu's eyes bulged out in pain, and that seemingly elegant and handsome face was distorted and extremely ugly at this moment.
He pressed his chest tightly with both hands, and then pressed his abdomen.
The colic in his body made him almost unbearable.
"I will be obedient... I will be obedient..." Si Yanmu's painful voice was broken.
Ye Qingluo chuckled.
The pain in Si Yanmu's body returned to calm at this moment.
He leaned against the stone door, panting heavily.
Cold sweat covered his body, soaking his robe.
"Push the door and go in." Ye Qingluo ordered.
Si Yanmu's legs were still trembling, and his strength to push the door was weak.
Ye Qingluo glanced away.
With a sudden force, he pushed the stone door open.
What came to the face was the endless black breath.
Yin Qi billowed in the air.
The cold breath made Si Yanmu shiver, and hugged his arms.
He was trembling all over, shivering and moving his steps, and walked in.
Through the black aura floating in the sky, Ye Qingluo vaguely saw behind the stone gate, which was an extremely spacious refining place.
On the right, stood a corpse puppet with defective products.
All of them are stiff and straight, and at a glance, there are probably thousands of them.
On the other side, there is a high platform for refining.
On the high platform, one after another corpses were hung in the sky by iron hooks.
Below, is the extremely vigorous fire that burns.
Ye Qingluo took a visual inspection, and there were at least two hundred corpses hanging in the air.
That's... where the corpse puppets are refined.
Ye Qingluo squinted her eyes, and quickly confirmed the location of the backup profound practitioner who made the corpse puppet.