1710. Chapter 1710 Journey to the West of the State 7
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"nothing……"
Yang Zimei murmured in reply, lowered his head and asked in a low voice, "What did you see in that hallucination?"
"I saw you turned eighteen."
Long Zhutian stretched out his hand and hooked her waist.
It seems that the situation he imagined was the same as his own.
Yang Zimei's face turned red again.
"go in!"
Long Zhutian saw that the rain was really heavy, and her whole body was like a soaked rat. Her thin clothes could vaguely see the undulations of her graceful body.
This was really a fatal temptation for him.
If this continues, he is afraid that he will not be able to control himself.
Yang Zimei also felt something strange about him, looked down at her clothes, hurried back to the eaves, used her vitality to dry the clothes on her body, and then walked in again.
In order to avoid her embarrassment, everyone deliberately ignored the situation just now. No one looked at her strangely, and Zhuge Yue stopped joking.
The way Xuehu looked at her was as calm as water.
Others also tried to close their eyes and touch the sheepskin map like them.
Strangely, except for Xue Hu, no one else had any hallucinations.
Yang Zimei, Long Zhutian, and Xue Hu decided to try Yang Zimei's map again.
What Yang Zimei and Long Zhutian saw was still the scene of thousands of swords piercing their hearts, while what Xuehu saw was a peaceful life together with Yang Zimei.
What dangers await her and Long Zhutian in the ancient tomb?
Will they be like this illusion, unable to dodge, and eventually be pierced by ten thousand swords?
Yang Zimei looked at the map, feeling a little uneasy.
"The rain has stopped!"
Zhuge Yue looked at the door and said in surprise, "Does this mean we can set off?"
Yang Zimei and others walked out of the house.
The sky that was originally covered with dark clouds and haze suddenly became clear in an instant, as if it had been washed by water. It looked very comfortable and vast.
However, it was uncomfortable on the ground.
Years of drought have left these mountains without any vegetation to consolidate soil and water.
The rain came hard and voluminous.
There were mudslides everywhere.
Fortunately, the scale of these mudslides is not large, and they are not in their direction.
If it rains for one more day, it will definitely be an overwhelming disaster.
There are no mudslides where the ancient tomb is located.
They decided to go up the mountain directly, not wanting to wait any longer.
In order to take care of Zhuge Ye and Sun San, the speed up the mountain is still quite slow.
By the time we were about five kilometers away from the ancient tomb, the sky had completely turned dark, as if a large piece of black cloth had fallen from the sky. This desolate mountain felt particularly empty.
Xuehu took out three luminous pearls as big as pigeon eggs from his storage ring and gave them to Zhuge and his grandson.
As for other people, they are already accustomed to walking in the dark and there is no need to use the luminous pearl.
Seeing Xue Hu casually take out three priceless luminous pearls that could not be seen on the market, Grandpa Zhuge once again lamented that he had lived a hundred years but his life was too little.
The group of people walked and walked, and finally arrived at the entrance to the ancient tomb.
Yang Zimei looked around with open eyes, but there was no auspicious or dark aura as he imagined.
Everything was normal, except for the faint clouds and mist in the mountains.
Originally, according to the Feng Shui terrain, this should be the best place for the dragon lair, and it would have a unique aura.