Chapter 1710: Journey to the West (7)

"It's nothing……"
Yang Zi answered with a murmur, bowed his head and asked, "What did you see in that hallucination?"
"Seeing you are eighteen."
Long day by day, she stretched out her hands and caught her waist.
It seemed that his vision was the same as his own.
Yang Zimei's face became red again.
"go in!"
Long day after day, she saw that the rain was really big, and her whole body was like a soaked chicken, and her thin clothes showed vaguely her bumpy body.
This was really a fatal temptation to him.
If he goes on like this, he is afraid that he cannot control himself.
Yang Zimei also felt his strangeness, looked down at his clothes, hurriedly returned to the eaves, dried his clothes with strength, and walked in again.
In order to avoid her embarrassment, everyone deliberately ignored the situation just now. No one looked at her in a different way.
Snow Lake looked at her with tranquility.
Others also tried to close their eyes and touch the sheepskin map like they did.
Strange, except for Snow Lake, no other hallucinations appeared.
Yang Zimei and Long went on a day-by-day basis, plus Xuehu, and decided to try Yang Zimei's map again.
When Yang Zimei and Long saw each other day by day, it was still the scene where Wan Jian pierced his heart, and what Xue Lake saw was a peaceful life with Yang Zimei.
What fierce danger in the tomb is waiting for her and the dragon?
Will they be unable to dodge like this hallucination and end up being pierced by Wan Jian?
Yang Zimei looked at the map, more or less agitated.
"The rain has stopped!"
Zhu Gezhen looked out of the door and said with surprise, "Does it mean we can start?"
Yang Zimei and others walked out of the house.
The dark, hazy sky was clear in an instant, as if washed by water. It looked very comfortable and vast.
However, it was uncomfortable on the ground.
Long years of drought have left these mountains without any vegetation to consolidate soil and water.
The rain was coming in heavy and heavy.
Mudslides galloped everywhere.
Fortunately, the size of these debris flows is not large, and it is not in their direction.
If it rains for another day, it will definitely be an overwhelming disaster.
There is no mudslide at the site of the tomb.
They decided to go straight up the mountain like this and didn't want to wait any longer.
In order to take care of Zhuge Grandpa, the speed of going up the mountain is still quite slow.
Waiting until about five kilometers from the ancient tomb, the sky was completely dark, as if a large piece of black cloth was covered from the sky. On this desolate mountain, I felt particularly empty.
Xuehu took three night pearls as big as pigeon eggs from his storage ring and gave them to the three grandsons of Zhuge.
As for the others, they are already used to walking in the dark, and there is no need to use the pearl of the night.
Seeing Xuehu casually took out three valuable pearls, and the night pearls that could not be seen on the market, Grandpa Zhuge once again lamented that he had lived a hundred lives.
The group walked around, and finally came to the entrance of the tomb.
Yang Zimei opened his eyes and looked around. He didn't have the imagination or dark energy.
Everything is normal, only the clouds and mist in the mountains passing by.
Originally, according to the geomorphology of Feng Shui, this should be the best dragon cave, and there will be a distinctive Qi pulse.