Fairy Tale: Conquering the Nun with Black Silk at the Beginning

Wayne showed a faint smile.

No matter what discovered this pit and walked into the passage, in front of his Blade of the Ruined King, it was nothing more than a dying ant that would die at the touch of a button.

He and Little Red Riding Hood walked into this extremely dark room together. He gently closed the door of the room with his back hand.

A round hole as thick as a wrist was left where the door handle fell off.

Faint light shone in, and dust floated.

Little Red Riding Hood stood in the darkness, her figure was shadowy in the faint light.

There was a deeper shadow in the shadow, like two reefs standing still in the black tide.

Between the reefs is a strange sea.

A heavy wooden door covered with mold, and next to it there was an unused wooden board in the darkness.

Compared to the room door covered with mold, this wooden board looked much drier and cleaner.

“”Did you hear the footsteps?” Little Red Riding Hood asked Wayne in a panic.

Wayne’s voice was low, steady, and powerful, like a giant god standing still:

“I heard it, no matter what it is, it is nothing but an ant.”

The surface of the Blade of the Ruined King instantly ignited a bright flame.

In the light of the fire, Little Red Riding Hood saw the confident and calm smile on Wayne’s lips.

Wayne picked up the wooden board and blocked it behind the door. This became a simple and practical alarm device.

In this way, the person who rashly broke into the room would inevitably make a huge noise, attracting the attention of Wayne and Little Red Riding Hood…………………….

Wayne and Little Red Riding Hood walked towards the bright spots in the darkness of the room.

As the distance between them got closer, the diameter of these bright spots became larger.

In the darkness, they looked like the caps of several white mushrooms growing silently, hanging on the wall.

When Wayne and Little Red Riding Hood got closer, they found that these were several small holes dug out in the wall, shaped like vents.

Moreover, the small holes were reinforced with metal sheets. The metal sheets, which reflected the light, had a thin layer of mist condensed on the surface. A steady stream of water vapor was being transported into the room through these vents.

However, the room was too large, and the water vapor would dissipate within a short distance, and the whole room was still dry.

Little Red Riding Hood bent over and leaned in front of the vent, looking inside.

Two big thunders were suspended in the air like giant melons hanging on a rack. They were as powerful as a pendulum.

Her body trembled violently, as if she had been electrocuted, just like being bitten by a snake.

Because of the vent now, the room in the bunker was outside.

Any words could be heard in the bunker.

Little Red Riding Hood did not speak, but gently patted Wayne’s muscular back, which was as solid as iron and steel.

Wayne also looked inside from the vent.

The water vapor gently hit his face. If it were not for the wisps of moldy and rancid smell floating in the room.

In a trance, Wayne even felt that he was facing the sea, with spring flowers blooming.

The water vapor was well separated by eyelashes.

The scene of the room connected to the vent all poured into Wayne’s eyes.

The long golden hair hung on the edge of the waxed bathtub like a waterfall, and the distinct hairline made people think of the water fairy in the misty water mist.

A white jade neck, as beautiful as a marble sculpture, with graceful lines, I am afraid that the swan neck of the modern star in the past life is difficult to compare!

Two gourds are half hidden in the water, and two raspberries are in the harvest moon.

A willow waist is hazy in the water mist like a dancing sea snake.

The woman’s face was bent down, facing the water in the tub. She seemed to be meditating, thinking, enjoying the present, and enjoying the future…….

A faint hum floated out from her long golden hair like a waterfall…….

This light and graceful chant seemed to be mixed with countless emotions, yet it seemed to have no emotion at all, just the call of human nature…….

But Wayne recognized the timbre of the chant.

It was the young, charming, seductive, and incomparable voice that had just chatted with Little Red Riding Hood outside the bunker.

It was the voice of Little Red Riding Hood’s grandmother!

Wayne frowned and glanced at the gourds on the high rack.

There were two gourds hanging on the snow-white rack in the courtyard.

Just by looking at the thunder, it can be determined!

Little Red Riding Hood’s grandmother is such a young and beautiful beauty!

Little Red Riding Hood is about 18 or 19 years old, and her grandmother must be at least 50 or 60 years old!

However, the one in the wax bathtub is definitely no more than 25 years old!

“”Plop!”

A slight noise came from the darkness, but it did not disturb the grandmother who was bathing in the tub.

Wayne and Little Red Riding Hood turned back alertly at the first moment.

A creature entered the room!………

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