Zhan Zhan was still hesitating whether to enter or not, but Han Feixie had already carried him through the flames and into the secret door. The moment he stepped through the flames, Zhan Zhan saw a light-colored golden light lingering around Han Feixie's body, like a protective film.
"Colorful God Clothes?" He murmured in shock.
Han Feixie tilted his head, "What?"
Zhan Zhan said: "I saw a layer of golden light around your body..."
"Fire Yang Armor." Han Feixie explained, "Armor made of Fire Yang Qi."
Zhan Zhan said with emotion: "The energy of fire and yang is really a good thing."
Han Feixie grabbed his calf, thought for a while and said, "I'll help you find a good set of exercises later on." He had thought about this problem before, but Zhan Zhan's level was too low. He can't practice the exercises and martial arts in Li, and exercises like Huoyang Qi need the right time, place and people, and the conditions are too harsh, so the only way is to improve his cultivation first. He wanted to become stronger, but also wanted to be with Zhan Zhan, so he naturally thought about making Zhan Zhan stronger, but he was busy recently and delayed this matter. He planned to put this matter on the agenda when he went back.
The secret door was pitch black, and no matter how fierce the fire outside was, it couldn't reach the inside. Zhan Zhan and Han Feixie saw a downward stone step five feet in front of them through the firelight outside.
"Hiss..."
There was a soft dragging sound from below the stone steps.
Han Feixie stopped in his tracks, and said with all his attention, "Who?"
The opponent immediately stopped moving.
Zhan Zhan tentatively asked, "Master?"
The other party was silent.
Zhan Zhan rummaged through the luggage for the booklet.
Ferrari gave him a bit of fire.
Zhan Zhan touched its head, "How do you know I'm looking for a book?"
Ferrari raised his neck arrogantly, with the look of "Don't underestimate Miss Ben". But it forgot, the room was very dark, Zhan Zhan thought it was begging to be petted, and scratched his fingers perfunctorily twice, "Itchy neck? Go back and give you a bath."
Ferrari: "..." The human thinking mode is really simple and vulgar!
Zhan Zhan blew the bright fire excerpt.
The light in the room suddenly brightened, piercing his eyes, Zhan Zhan blinked to get used to it, and saw at the end of the stone steps, a man with his pants up, half frozen there.
Even after many years, when Zhan Zhan recalled the scene at that time, he had to admit that it was one of the most embarrassing things he had ever encountered in his life.
"Master?"
Zhan Zhan shouted with difficulty.
Lan Chun shook his hands holding his trousers, then slowly raised his head, and asked in surprise, "Are you here?"
Han Feixie: "..." Too fake!
Zhan Zhan: "..." NG!
Lan Chun realized that his tone was exaggerated, and quickly put on his belt, "I, I am..."
Han Feixie came down with Zhan Zhan on his back.
Walking downstairs, Zhan Zhan keenly smelled a strange smell in the air, like... He looked at Lan Chun suspiciously, thinking about his act of putting on his pants in a hurry, and suddenly realized.
For a lonely man in an empty room, it is inevitable to find some fun by himself.
When he saw Lan Chun stand up with his support against the wall, he was secretly surprised. He didn't expect that Master had such a wild heart under his calm appearance, and he had to remind him implicitly that masturbation lasted for a long time, and kidney protection was a must!
He rubbed his nose, pretending not to notice, and saw Han Feixie squatting down, raised his palm and patted the ground.
With a crisp sound, a chain on the ground broke.
It was only then that Zhan Zhan noticed that there was a thick and long iron chain tied to Lan Chun's feet. The other end of the chain was buried in the wall, and the source was unknown.
Lan Chun breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank you."
Zhan Zhan tremblingly said: "He has been locking you?" Looking around the secret room, there is only a stone bed and a toilet... It is simply the simplest prison!
Lan Chun's eyes drooped slightly, "He wants to go out, so he can't watch over me all the time."
Zhan Zhan said: "You are brothers!"
The corner of Lan Chun's mouth trembled, his face turned blue and then pale, and there was a burst of anger and hatred in his eyes. He sneered twice, but it was more desolate than crying, "Yes, we are brothers, and he treats me like this."
Although Zhan Zhan didn't know what happened to them, Lan Chun was his master, and the balance was naturally tilted towards him. The ancestors of Chun shared it, so they endured it.
Lan Chun said: "Didn't he notice you when you came here?"
Han Feixie briefly talked about the situation outside.
Zhan Zhan asked: "What's the matter with the fire outside? He wants to burn you to death?"
"I set the fire. He left... in a hurry today, without closing the door. I threw the oil lamp out. I'm afraid something was lit." At that time, all thoughts were lost, and his behavior was out of control.
Zhan Zhan saw that his face was very pale, so he couldn't get to the bottom of it.
Lan Chun recovered from his thoughts, "Let's go quickly." He bent down and grabbed the half iron chain still hanging on his ankle, and rushed up.
Zhan Zhan was about to follow when Han Feixie grabbed him and pointed to the ground calmly.
Zhan Zhan was taken aback, and followed his fingers to see blood stains on the mattress, although not much, but very eye-catching, more than that, there was something hidden under the bed. Out of curiosity, he reached out and pulled it out, only to find that it was underwear, but it had been torn into strips and could not be worn anymore.
He and Han Feixie exchanged glances.
Han Feixie only found it strange, and hadn't thought of anything, but after all, Zhan Zhan was a generation that was fed by various bloody plots, and it was easy to push the plot based on these elements. It's just that the result of the inference is too scary.
He subconsciously looked at Lan Chun, and found him standing at the door, looking at them with a blue face.
Zhan Zhan immediately threw his clothes on the bed, grabbed Han Feixie and ran up. When he passed by Lan Chun, he pretended to be nonchalant, "The accommodation conditions in this place are terrible. I'll wait until I get out." Invite Master to eat delicious food."
Lan Chun's eyes carefully searched every subtle expression of Zhan Zhan, not even missing his nostrils.
Zhan Zhan felt guilty, so he shook Han Feixie's arm desperately, "How do we get out?"
The fire outside the secret room had burned so badly that even the door could not be seen. The strange thing is that none of the people from Lan Feng and Chi Hu Meng found it.
Han Feixie pondered: "Aside from here, is there any other way to go?"
Only then did Lan Chun withdraw his gaze from Zhan Zhan's face, shook his head and said, "No."
Han Feixie said: "I'll send Zhan Zhan out first, and I'll pick you up later."
Lan Chun nodded, leaning his back against the wall, closing his eyes and meditating.
Han Feixie put Zhan Zhan on his back again, and with luck, the fire and yang energy protected the two of them, and rushed out quickly. The biggest difference between the Huoyang Armor and the Seven-color Divine Clothes is that the Fire-Yang Armor can expand and shrink the scope arbitrarily according to the user's ideas, while the Seven-color God Doctor can only be used on himself.
After Han Feixie and Zhan Zhan rushed out of the fire scene, they found that the entire Jiugui Manor was very lively, and the shouts and killings outside were loud. It was obvious that a small-scale war had turned into a large-scale war.
Zhan Zhan slid off Han Feixie's back, "I suspect Master..."
"Huh?" Han Feixie, who was about to go back to pick up Lan Chun, stopped after hearing the words.
Zhan Zhan suddenly remembered the delicate relationship between himself and Han Feixie, swallowed back the words that rushed to his lips, and said with a dry smile: "It's nothing, you go and rescue Master."
Han Feixie took a deep look at him, as if trying to see the reason for the concealment from him.
Zhan Zhan couldn't stand being stared at, and compromised: "Well, I suspect that Master has hemorrhoids."
Han Feixie: "..."
Zhan Zhan said: "That's how the blood on the bed came from."
"..."
"So he was wearing pants when we went in."
"..."
Zhan Zhan said: "So, when you carry him on your back later, be careful of his ass."
"..." Han Feixie said slowly, "Even if it wasn't for this reason, I wouldn't just touch other people's butts."
Zhan Zhan said meaningfully: "You have to remember what you said today!"
Although Han Feixie has developed other feelings for Zhan Zhan, he is still a young child. So far, he has been entangled with the other party's feelings. He has not considered the long-term like Zhan Zhan, and jumped directly to a harmonious life. However, he was cautious, and when Zhan Zhan said this, he knew that there was something hidden in the words, and he replied calmly: "Well, I am not a casual person."
Zhan Zhan: "..."
At this time, the sky is dim, and the west side is bleak and bleak. Under the bleak and bleak reflection, Jiuguizhuang looks particularly lonely, and the noise and killing sounds seem to come from another world.
Zhan Zhan saw Lan Chun staring blankly at the house that had been burned down to nothing but a shelf, and said in a low voice, "Master, shall we go?"
Lan Chun gritted his teeth suddenly and said, "I'll be back." This sentence changed his usual gentle and gentle image, revealing a bit of biting coldness.
Zhan Zhan's heart skipped a beat, and he became more determined in his previous guess.
Since Han Feixie was the only one fighting at the scene, he had to carry Lan Chun on his back and hug Zhan Zhan...
This was not the first time Zhan Zhan was hugged by a princess, but compared to the first time, he was much more nervous and entangled.
Han Feixie's arms were very strong, and Zhan Zhan was held in his arms, so he didn't have to worry about falling off. His hands were completely useless, and it would definitely not work to hold Han Feixie's neck. That position was occupied by Lan Chun. It was too crowded to put on the shoulders, so in the end, she could only curl up in his arms like a little daughter-in-law.
Han Feixie was quite satisfied. If he didn't have the eyes on his back, he might be more satisfied.
He jumped on the roof and was about to run west when he heard a sneer behind him, and then he heard Lan Chun utter a "woo" and spit out a mouthful of blood. Lan Chun lay on Han Feixie's shoulder, and the place where the blood spurted out was facing Zhan Zhan's knee. From a distance, it looked like his knee had been hit by an invisible arrow.
Although Lan Chun was pushed down by this blow, Han Feixie didn't feel well either. The remaining strength made him charge forward, almost throwing Zhan Zhan out. Fortunately, Zhan Zhan reacted quickly, and patted Han Feixie with his nimble left hand, and used the recoil to help him stabilize his figure, while he used his strength to turn around in the air, using his left foot as a fulcrum, and stood firmly on the ground.
Behind them, Lan Feng stared at them coldly, the smile that had been hanging on the corner of his mouth all year round was gone, only the crazy anger remained.