Secret Service Princess: The Cold Prince’s Black Belly Wife

Entering the gate, the four people immediately came to a different space. Here, everything is dark. If it were not for the dim light of the spirit ball in the hands of Beichen Moxuan, they would illuminate the four people. Lost. The black road seems to have no end, and the dark world makes them feel unusually depressed.

Holding the hand of Baili Momo is even tighter. It seems that only in this way can I find a feeling called Xin'an. The deeper she went, the more discomfort in her chest became more serious. From the beginning, the slight pain had spread to unbearable, and breathing became more and more difficult. With a bang, she knelt down on one knee, greedy. Breathing empty.

"What's the matter with you?" Baili Momo was startled, quickly leaned down and asked eagerly. One-handed buttoning her pulse, frowning, her pulse was normal, but why was she like this?

"What's wrong?" Beichen Moxuan took a step forward, the green spirit ball suspended in the air, the light shone on her pale face, and the lower lip that had been biting had been bleeding, because of the pain, the five features almost squeezed together.

"Wang, what's the matter?" Taking a step forward, he explored her physical condition with spiritual power, withdrew her hand, frowned, and said doubtfully, "No problem, but why are you so sad?"

"It's because of me." The woman's soft voice sounded not far away. Listening to this familiar voice, Beichen Moxuan was shocked, and her heartbeat seemed to miss a beat.

"Xinger, is it you Xinger?" Beichen Moxuan stared intently at the front, and said stupidly.

"Mo Xuan, it's been a long time since you disappeared. You are the same as before." Murong Xing'er chuckled softly, warming Beichen Mo Xuan's heart. After a pause, she continued, "This is endless darkness. Jiuli's illusion can only enter and leave, and I left here at the cost of losing a touch of my sense, and now I have only this touch of my sense. "

"You guide me here, what's the purpose?" Leng Yetong barely stood up, his eyes fell on the sound source, said coldly, "The person who has been helping me since I entered the tomb of God is you, you What is the purpose of guiding me here? "

"Oh, really a direct person." Murong Xing'er smiled and said with a smirk, "Come with me. Oh, forget." Gently slamming his fingers, the dark space was bright. Standing up, Murong Xing'er stood in a long white dress with a veil embroidered with magnolia flowers on his face. At the sight of Beichen Moxuan, he could no longer look away.

"Why should I follow you?" Leng Yetong stared directly at Murong Xinger, raised an eyebrow, and asked back.

"Because you are like me, you want to ruin this place." Murong Xing'er turned his head, looked at her, and smiled gently, Leng Yetong's frown gently with a confident tone.

"If you don't ruin this place, you can't go out. It's not your original intention to accompany me here." Seems to see through her mind, Murong Xinger added, then turned around and walked in front , Said with a chuckle, "So come with me, I want to ruin here, you also think, I have a method, but the power is not enough, so you come to lend me some power, what's so bad?"

"That being the case, I'll listen to your method." Leng Yetong leaned on Baili Liumo, pressing her own discomfort, raised her eyebrows and said lightly.