Chapter 5370

Wen Huandong was surprised to see Su Luo. He bowed his head and said: "boss Su is kind-hearted."

Are women women after all? In the most critical moment, always hard hearted?

Wang Mu gave him a push because he recognized the resentment in his words.

Su Luo laughed: "do you think I'm saving Wen Jiang?"

Wen Huandong looks up at Su Luo.

Su Luo asked him, "do you know what is the most terrible?"

Wen Huandong thought for a moment and said, "death?"

But Su Luo shook his head: "death is certainly terrible, but more terrible than death is that knowing that he will die, but not knowing when the knife hanging on his head will fall down, such unknown fear is the most terrible."

Wen Huandong's body suddenly shakes!

Because he realized that Su Luo was right!

Hanging without killing is the most terrible thing!

So, Su Luo sprayed Wenjiang with that kind of medicine. In fact, what she really wanted to do was to make Wenjiang in a state that was about to be engulfed by the giant eagle of fire, but was not swallowed.

This state is the most terrible!

Wen Huandong glares at Su Luo!

He thought that Su Luo was too soft hearted, but it turned out that

Well, he really underestimated them.

After that, the two had more than three respects for Su Luo.

Many people do not return to enter the corridor, leaving only the pale face of Wen Jiang.

The channel was very narrow at first, only one person could pass through, but with the deepening of the channel, the channel became wider and wider.

Finally, they followed the passage to the main hall.

At the moment of seeing the main hall, everyone was shocked, including Su Luo!

Su Luo once thought about the existence of the tomb where Feng's ancestors were kept.

Now Su Luo really saw it and was really surprised.

This mausoleum is so luxurious and exquisite that people can't catch sight of it.

Inside the main hall, the spirits run back and forth, each of them is the youth, the best age, the most graceful figure and the most exquisite appearance.

The flowers are rich and fragrant.

Curtain curtain flying, streamer brilliant.

In the middle is a golden throne, on which a noble king is being attended by four beautiful ghosts.

Knead the shoulder, beat the leg, throw the feed, there is a fan beside.

This Where is the mausoleum for prisoners?

This Clear is the enjoyment of the world's most happy!

Even the emperor on earth does not have such dignity and luxury?

The crowd stood there, unbelievably looking at all this.

"Is this really the ancestor of our family?" Feng Jiuming murmured.

Feng Songyuan looked at him in a daze, took out the portrait of his ancestor, looked at it again and again, and shook his head: "it's not like it."

And at this time, Feng Qige suddenly shuddered like a wind.

Everybody looked at him.

Feng Qige swallowed hard: "I, I seem to know who he is..."

"Who is it?" Everyone was shocked.

However, before Feng Qige answered, they were exposed to the king on the golden throne.

"Where are you from?" When he opened his mouth, he had the tone of Shura.

Although we all speak the common language of the mainland, whether it is in the central mainland, or in the 18th mainland, or Biluo continent, they are all the same.

But there are also differences in accents and accents between common languages.

So as soon as the King opened his mouth, a strong tone of Shura realm came to his face.

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