Princess Against the World

However, after all, Feng Chenglin did not continue to insist on fixing the temple.

He's right.

When we get down there, we still have to count on him.

——Although the inheritance of his family's ancestors may not be applicable in this place.

Suddenly——

"arrive!"

Jun Lai's voice was full of surprise.

Feng Chenglin and others didn't care about moving stones and quickly got closer.

I saw a blue, one-foot-square glazed tile exposed under the rock.

There is still about half a meter of height between the glazed tiles and the rocks.

Feng Chenglin lay on the edge and looked around: "I said Miao, stop pretending, come and see the big house built by your ancestors... Why is there still an empty space? There can't be something fishy about it, right? ?”

Dingmiao threw a torch and came over. Before he even got close, he had already guessed it.

"When building a sacrificial hall in a cave, part of the space must naturally flow out. Firstly, it is to avoid being weighed down by the mountain and damaging the hall. Secondly, it is also for convenience during repairs..."

He looked along the entrance of the cave and called for you to come and dismantle some more rocks.

When he started, he also removed the upper layer of glazed tiles.

"Because it is just for building a beautiful appearance, without protecting it from wind and rain, these glazed tiles only have a thin layer..."

Sure enough, after he opened the glazed tile, a puff of turbid air hit his face.

There is also a vague smell of incense.

Mo You and Pi Rong said at the same time:

"arrive!"

"right here!"

A three-foot-square skylight opened in Dingmiao. Just as he was about to jump down, Ling Luoyu lit a torch and threw it down.

Before landing, the torch went out.

"There's no air in there, we have to wait!"

It wasn't until the torches jumped and burned inside that a group of people jumped down.

At the beginning of the Ding Temple, Ling Luoyu is behind the palace.

After the sacrificial hall was opened, Yan Ziyue did not come over to watch, as if she would automatically forget about herself.

"Miss Yan, please!"

"Miss Ling, I...I'm scared, it's too dark there...I'd better wait here!"

"What's so scary about being black? There are so many of us together!"

Ling Luoyu glanced sideways, playfully looking in the direction where the undead had disappeared.

"Could it be that, in your heart, Miss Yan, we are more frightening than the undead?"

"No...no...how could..."

Yan Ziyue stood up, subconsciously pressing her left wrist with her right hand, and moved forward in a whisper.

"I'm afraid... I'm afraid that with my level of cultivation, I'll cause you trouble again when I get down there!"

"Don't worry, as long as you don't cause trouble for us, there won't be any trouble for us!" Ling Luoyu saw the blood with his sword and showed no mercy.

After talking about this, Yan Ziyue couldn't shirk anymore and jumped down.

Jun Lai handed over the torch: "Be careful!"

Yan Ziyue responded, took it, and walked towards Zhou Yan.

Jun Lai's expression suddenly became a little subtle. When he turned around, he met Ling Luoyu's eyes.

"Miss Ling..."

Ling Luoyu handed over the torch, but did not take it. He just looked at him steadily.

Jun Lai was a little frightened by the sight: "Miss Ling?"

Ling Luoyu slowly raised his hand, his fingertips touched the torch, and he raised his eyelashes: "Jun Lai, aren't you... tempted?"

"..."

"Or are you feeling guilty?"

Ling Luoyu finally held the torch, looked playfully in the direction of Yan Ziyue, and smiled evilly.

"Whether you want to be a love interest or make up for it, I advise you not to do it now!"