Vol 3 Chapter 872: Dungeon

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Xia Yuanqiu took the little girl into the space, and the person who was in the head took care of it. She and Xing Fang took advantage of He Qiguang’s rush to leave.
He Qiguang’s news is very fast. He seems to know that Xia Yuanqiu and Xing Fang have dressed up as maids in the valley. There are guards around to check the maids, and all the maids are rushed to one place. identify.
The two rely on the law of space stealth, avoiding a lot of checks and guards, but it also took a lot of effort to come to the dungeon of the Forgotten Valley.
There are many guards guarding the dungeons. It seems that they have already got the news. All the guards have eyes on the bosses, and they are looking around for the enemy.
Xia Yuanqiu and Xing Fang stood close to each other, just in the dark feet where the guards could not see.
Xia Yuanqiu lowered his voice: "If you rush out, can you solve them at the time of the five interest?"
Xing Fang shook his head: "There is no problem in solving them. The problem is that you are holding them in your hands. Everyone is holding a signal bullet. Only when I show up, these signal bombs must be bombed. At that time, everyone in the valley will know that we are Beyond this dungeon."
Xia Yuanqiu said: "If this is the case, then let them taste the girl's latest itch medicine, let them itch and even the signal bombs have no effort."
She took out a tin box from the space ring. At this time, it was the wind direction. She used the white powder in the iron box to smear it with a lot of seeds. In the hand, the scorpion went with the wind, colorless and tasteless. The powder went down the wind and got into the nose of the guards.
"How is it so itchy?" A guard put the signal bullet into his arms, the space tickles, and the other guards do the same thing, desperately scratching the itch of the body, when it is not scratching, it is called a Uncomfortable, can be scratched, the feeling of comfort, can not be described in words.
They are too intoxicated and tickled, and even people are not aware of it.
Xing Fang's figure is slightly swaying. People are like arrows from the strings. The speed is so fast that they pass around the crowd. When they turn back, six or seven big men have fallen to the ground.
In order to let them sleep for a while, Xia Yuanqiu had a book and sprinkled a fairy drunk on them.
The two hurried into the dungeon, just entered, Xia Yuanqiu felt that something was wrong, busy reminding Xing Fang: "Fang, here the yin is very heavy, pay attention to keep the gods, do not let the dirty things up."
Xia Yuanqiu walked in front, Xing Fang followed, and after her words fell, Xing Fang did not respond, but she could still hear Xing Fang's footsteps behind her.
Her heart is broken, and it is Xing Fang’s move.
She does not say that she is broken, she does not look back, and she feels that her body is cold. This is a kind of coolness that can enter the bottom of the heart.
She is determined to be steadfast, not afraid of ghosts and gods, and there is no gap to invade evil spirits.
Under the dungeon, it is very dark. Only two oil lamps are placed on the two walls. Whether it is the light of the sun or the light moonlight, there is a shadow in the place where there is light.
Xia Yuanqiu can clearly see that his shadow is in front, Xing Fang's shadow is behind, on Xing Fang's back, there is still a shadow, because of the existence of this shadow, let Xing Fang's shadow appear very tall.
Xia Yuanqiu's footsteps are very slow. She made an unnoticed appearance. She still spoke to Xing Fang from time to time, but her eyes kept staring at the shadow of Xing Fang. When Xing Fang’s hand slowly stretched out, the hands seemed particularly long. The nails above the fingers are also particularly sharp.