Love from the Male Protagonist’s Harem

Xia Ge: "Well, I also think, so in order not to have this kind of tragedy, we have to go out quickly."

A Chan smiled slightly: "Little son is very inspiring."

Xia Ge is serious: "Is it."

As the two of them said, they actually walked very slowly.

This time the stone path is still a night pearl with three steps, but there is no mural or formation in the middle of the night pearl, and it is empty.

"Achan, what is the blue deer you saw?" Xia Ge asked casually.

"Sika deer with blue plum blossoms." A Chan said softly, "The slave's family was too sleepy to embroider the wedding gown a few days ago. When I fell asleep, I heard a child singing. Lost deer, I don't know how to return... I had a deep dream yesterday. Deer, wake up and be in this stone room."

Lost, do not know how to return.

Could it be that Achan is also a person with cause and effect in the previous life?

"Have you seen it elsewhere?"

Xia Ge asked.

"The slave family is timid by nature..." Ah Chan said in a mournful voice.

"Oh..."

Xia Ge stopped talking, and continued to move forward with A Chan on his back.

This time, the stone path was extremely long, and it hadn't come to an end after walking for a long time.

"Gurulu..."

Xia Ge's footsteps stopped, expressionless, "Um... hungry."

Suddenly I was hungry, and I felt very, very hungry.

A Chan opened his eyes slightly, "My son...?"

"It's okay, let's go."

Xia Ge didn't say a word, and continued to move forward with A Chan on his back. Ah Chan is so light that he doesn't even feel anything when he is carrying it on his back.

The system is a little worried, "Host, are you okay? If you can't find a way out..."

"I will go out."

Xia Ge sighed, "I still want to take the leader."

If you work hard, you must have results, and if you promise others, you must do it.

So people are tired when they live.

"My son, look at it...it seems to be the end." A Chan's voice was surprised, "There is a wall in front of him."

Xia Ge raised her head, and sure enough, a stone wall blocked the way in front of her. The stone wall was half-colored murals.

On half of the color mural, a woman in a thin shirt in Tsing Yi is standing on the top of the mountain with mist and clouds. Her clothes are fluttering, her eyes are cold and determined, her hands are like white jade, she is blowing a bone flute lightly, her black hair is fluttering, she is beautiful and unparalleled in the world. What was missing was the lower half of the mural. Qingshan was cut off by the missing half of the mural, and the scene below could not be seen.

A line of poem was written by dragons and phoenix dancing beside the mural.

Xia Ge supported Ah Cang, thinking with some difficulty, "...The ancestor stood so high...The clothes are so thin, cold or cold."

System: "..."

Without the puppet’s imaginary approval, Xia Ge could only regretfully read the verse next to it, and read it word by word.

"The bones mourn and the flute is exhausted, a tragic song... the soul is over."

Xia Ge's pupils shrank slightly.

——Soul Soul? !

Coincidence...?

"Little son... So, where exactly is this place, and who is in this mural?" A Chan's voice was soft, vaguely curious, "The slave family is very curious-can the little son tell the slave family?"

"This is the tomb of the ancestor Lingxi." Xia Ge said, "This painting should be the ancestor Lingxi... I never thought that the ancestor could play the flute, so versatile."

She can't blow.

"It turns out to be the ancestor of Lingxi." A Chuang looked clear, "Then...Is there a way for the son to get through here?"

Xia Ge looked at the wall embarrassedly, "...This, although I am very sorry to my ancestors, but looking at this posture, I can only do it, right?"

System: "..."

Ah Zang smiled reluctantly, "...Why don't you think of other ways, the son?"

Xia Ge cautiously let Ah Chan lean on one side of the stone wall, and then knocked on the mural with a sickle, and the sound of "deep" sounded.

Sure enough, it was a wall, not solid. Xia Ge was immediately very confident, she turned her head and said to Achao, "Wait, don't worry, it will be fine in a while."

After speaking, with hands together, the sickle cut off the head of the ancestor Lingxi on the mural!

A Chan: "The son is merciful!!"

System: "Host, don't deceive your master and destroy your ancestors——"

However, before Xia Ge's sickle touched the mural, a dazzling golden light suddenly lit up from the wall! Then a huge force bounced off Xia Ge fiercely-

The unfamiliar flute sounded quietly. In this deep underground dolmen, this sound did not make people feel weird, but it made people feel a little leisurely and comfortable.

Xia Ge's pupils shrunk slightly, and the moment they were bounced, the ghost trail started, fluttered in the air, and landed steadily on the ground.

The golden light dissipated, and the stone wall shattered by itself!

The sound of the flute was slightly low, and several tactful tunes gradually disappeared with the splash of gravel.

Xia Ge stood up, and behind the broken stone wall was an extremely spacious stone chamber. Shishishi's light was so bright, Xia Ge's eyes hurt by the light, squinting and taking a closer look, couldn't help but slap his tongue.

I saw that the walls of the stone room were inlaid with countless night pearls without money. The floor of the stone room was not the stone slabs we saw before, but a layer of glass that reflected the light of the night pearls. At first glance, it seemed to reflect thousands of stars. Beautiful.

The sound of the flute disappeared.

Xia Ge walked closer, but did not dare to step in. She cautiously looked at the shining stone room in front of her, "...here is the end?" A Chan stood up next to her, her red sleeves fluttered and her voice was soft, "it seems to be."

Xia Ge: "...isn't it a mausoleum? Why is there no coffin?"

System: "Maybe you don't have to have a coffin."

After Xia Ge got used to the light, he discovered that there was a small table carved with glazed wood in the innermost part of the stone room. There seemed to be something on the small table. The glittering glazed wood lining the sandalwood box was exceptionally abrupt.

Xia Ge saw the box, inexplicably stunned, "...There seems to be a box."

Ah Chan said, "Could it be... the ashes of the ancestor?"

Xia Ge: "Don't even have a coffin? So cold?"

Fall into a box?

Is it so miserable for a generation of ancestors? It doesn't matter if only a box is so miserable, why can't the entire Mausoleum be seen except for Ye Mingzhu and other funerary objects? You loved Ye Mingzhu so much before you died!

When Xia Ge was mourning for his ancestors, he suddenly heard the melodious flute sound before.

The sound of the flute this time was not as leisurely as before, but it was inexplicably sad.

Xia Ge subconsciously looked at Ah Chan behind him.

The blood-red girl in the wedding dress stood by her side with her hands hanging down, looking at the box on the small wooden table in the stone room in a daze. There was some complexity and dazedness in her pure black eyes that Xia Ge couldn't understand. But it seems that I didn't hear the sound of the flute.

Xia Ge paused slightly, "...Acang, do you hear any sound?"

A Chan looked at her sideways, with a dazed expression, "Voice? Nothing."

Didn't you hear it? What's going on, the sound of this flute--

Just thinking about it, suddenly the flute sounded slightly, a climax! Suddenly, a more dazzling golden light lit up from the Ye Mingzhu, Xia Ge's pupils shrank slightly, and there were countless interlaced gold lines suddenly lit up on the transparent floor, and the thin and dense outlines became an array that Xia Ge did not recognize. Law!

Countless violent auras surged when the formation was halfway through! The flute sound began to become extremely exciting, as if playing a war song!

In the small stone room, the wind was surging and singing endlessly. With the surging of spiritual energy, a huge tornado was formed in the middle of the stone room, and the gust of wind in the passage suddenly blew towards the middle of the stone room!

Xia Ge buckled the sickle on the stone wall with his backhand, and barely stabilized her figure in the sudden surge of suction. However, before she could breathe a sigh of relief, she suddenly saw a red shadow flashing in front of her, and Ah Chan was about to be drawn in. !

Xia Ge suddenly stretched out his left hand and grabbed a small piece of Achao's sleeve corner, "Achao!!!"

However, the suction was too strong, Xia Ge consumed too much in the stone room, and her stomach gurgled. For a while, she felt a little weak in the hand holding the sickle. She gritted her teeth and said, "...Don't move!"

The whirlwind of spiritual power was accompanied by a passionate movement. Xia Ge watched the golden lights on the glazed floor. When the golden lights were gone, Xia Ge took a breath of air, and the golden lights were filled with demons. Puppet!

There are countless black vines on the stone wall rising in the wind, and the wooden table carved with glazed wood that I saw at first has been protected by a puppet carved from glazed wood. The transparent body is like a box with a carved piece inside. The stone with runes is clearly visible.

Xia Ge's pupils shrank slightly, and the puppet's stomach...like a runestone!

Is it a rune that can be teleported out? ! !

The flute is suddenly another climax!

In an instant, countless black vines suddenly entangled Ah Chan's clothes, and huge pulling force suddenly came from the opposite side. Xia Ge stubbornly tugged at the corners of the other party's clothes to keep his hands, and the bandaged left hand was bleeding because of excessive force. !

The pain came from the wound being torn again.

Xia Ge gritted his teeth fiercely.

"Little son—"

The beautiful woman's black hair is flying, the red dress is like blood, looking at the expression of the black-haired teenager, a slight strange color flashes in her eyebrows, "Let go--"

"To shut up!!"

Xia Ge stubbornly tugged at the corner of the other party's clothes, almost bursting with blue veins on her forehead, she exhausted all her strength to pull the other party in her direction suddenly——

"Fuck me--but Lei Feng!"

"Prickly—"

The sound of cloth shattering sounded.

Like a broken string, the hand suddenly loosened.

Xia Ge's heart was suddenly empty. Countless vines struck, drawing the woman in red into it, leaving only half of the broken red silk in his hand and a soft aftertaste.

"——Young Master Lei’s two life-saving graces, A Chan, remember it in my heart."

The sound of the flute slowly fell to a low tide, and the trend gradually stopped. Xia Ge stared blankly at the half of the red silk in his hand. Hanging up high, she closed her eyes, knowing nothing about life or death, only drops of blackened blood flowed down, flowed onto the vines, and then slowly dripped onto the smooth, glazed ground with golden patterns.

Vines are poisonous! !

For a moment.

Xia Ge felt empty in her heart.

"... Did I fail to save her?"

"Did she... just die in front of me?"

-Like many, many years ago.

——A friend died in front of her, and she was powerless.

The system is anxious: "...not dead! The host wakes up! She can still be saved!!"

[Black Vine: Black thorns with chronic toxins. Effect: Toxins can paralyze the body within three hours, and slowly lose consciousness after four hours. 】

The flute is exciting again! In the huge stone room, the formation of golden light flickered, and countless puppets rushed towards her invader!

Xia Ge suddenly recovered, "哧" pulled out the sickle, the silver ring flashed, and the scarlet blood bigudan was in his hand!

——This is not the time to be in a daze!

"Three days." Xia Ge swallowed the bigu Dan, with green light flashing in his eyes, and the puppet detection activated, and suddenly found that all C-level puppets rushing towards her, guarding the table, seem to have the one that transmits runes in their stomach. The big puppet is B-class-

"Why, are the puppets of the ancestor Lingxi so useless! I thought it would be an SSS level to fill the scene! So bad, why am I embarrassed to guard the mausoleum here for you——" Xia Ge squeezed the sickle tightly," ——I really look down upon the disciples!"