Yan Qing instantly imagined a story about scientists who were obsessed with research and then led to world disasters. She frowned and asked Ning Pan: "Is it because you developed the antidote?"

Ning Pan widened his eyes: "I didn't expect that Miss Yan was so capable, and it could lead to such a disaster!"

Yan Qing: "..." If you can't speak, don't say it.

But Mingmuqiu was too terrible. Thinking that there were still people in Lin'an drinking tea made by this thing, Yan Qing became fur all over her body. She thought for a while and asked again: "So will Zihe Cart react with Mingmuqiu?"

After teasing Yan Qing, Ning Pan really couldn't ignore Zhao Chuyun's sharp eyes. Wouldn't it be a joke? His eyes were about to pop out! He cleared his throat and continued, "It's not Zihe Car. Think about where did this thing come from?"

"It's human flesh." Zhao Chuyun suddenly spoke, and he put away the knife with calm eyes.

This also explains why Ning Pan prevented her from drinking the broth. They were in this place full of bright eyes. Who knew if they were parasitized by this thing and ate the meat again... Yan Qing's heart became more and more distressed.

Ning Pan hissed, took out a handkerchief from his arms and covered it on the wound: "So I saved you."

Yan Qing rubbed his arms hard to relieve his physiological nausea: "Then you didn't tell them that they couldn't eat it?"

"Do you think I didn't say it?" Ning Pan snorted coldly, "Everything to say in front of death is false. There are only two choices in front of them. Either die immediately; or become a monster and live."

"If it were you, which one would you choose?"

Ning Pan's careless question made Yan Qing's heart skip. Yes, which one would she choose? No one knew that it was not forced to reach the last step.

After answering questions and answering questions, Yan Qing thought of the most important question: "So, is there a way to go out when you bring us to this secret room?"

"No," Ning Pan replied fearlessly, and then he felt two angry gazes falling on his face. He touched his head and spoke immediately, "Ah hahaha, of course there is, my master's old man likes to rush into the mechanism. There must be hidden mechanisms in this room."

"I have to think about it."

After saying that, he started to meditate like the old monk entering into meditation.

Can the mechanism be thought of by thinking? Yan Qing felt that this person was unreliable. She pushed Zhao Chuyun with her elbow: "Hey, do you think we can get out?"

Zhao Chuyun glanced at her expressionlessly, then pulled out the robe that Yan Qing was sitting under her butt with great rudeness, turned to one side, and turned his back to her.

Although he didn't say anything, his expression was obvious: Are we familiar with? Who are we with?

He was not wearing any armor, and at this time he was wearing a long gown, he lacked some murderous aura. He looked like a young master in a high school. Of course, as long as his face was not so stinky.

Yan Qing was tilted, and she had never seen such a difficult person to get along with. At least she had to share life and death together, so she could not be more peaceful and friendly?

Yan Qing sighed, turned around and asked Ning Pan again. She reached out and poked the man, but he fell down without warning, and his white hair slid off his shoulders and broke all over the floor, looking lifeless.

"Are you going to play?" Yan Qing was shocked and said that he wanted to go to Ning Pan to breathe. Could it be that he was poisoned or infected? He wouldn't have drunk the broth too, right? Yan Qing was thinking for a moment.

Just as she thought about it worse and worse, the white hair snored on the ground.

"..." Yan Qing was angry and gritted his teeth, "Give me a knife, I'm going to kill him!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she put a heavy dagger in her hand. It was the knife handed over by Zhao Chuyun. Yan Qing was stunned for a moment and immediately threw the knife to Zhao Chuyun like a hot potato. "What, kidding, don't be so bloody!"

Zhao Chuyun curled the corners of his mouth and joked: "Don't you dare?"

"If you can kill him, I can satisfy your wish, anything can be done?" He said that, and handed the dagger to Yan Qing again. He had a playful smile on his face, and a scarlet red ejaculation appeared at the end of his eyes, as if a docile beast suddenly lifted his fangs.

"What a joke!" Yan Qing opened her eyes wide. Because of the dangers in the past two days, she almost forgot that Zhao Chuyun was essentially a crazy man. In his eyes, killing people was like a game. "People are not animals, they can kill them if they say they want."

"Born." Zhao Chuyun withdrew his expression, turned the dagger back to his waist, got up and groped in the secret room.

"Spiritable!" Yan Qing didn't want to pay attention to him and turned his back to him.

A little touch behind her made Yan Qing curiosity aroused. She slowly moved over to see what Zhao Chuyun was doing.

This secret room is square, much simpler than the previous one. There is nothing else except the two oil lamps hanging on the wall. Water flows across all the walls. Zhao Chuyun didn't quite understand the structure of the water wall. If the water flowed down from the top, the ceiling would not be dry.

If you spray it from bottom to top, it is possible. Zhao Chuyun squatted down to check if the water was in a tendency to flow backwards.

"Do you have any clues?" Yan Qing saw that Zhao Chuyun was tinkering on the wall seriously, and then he put his face on the cold butt.

Zhao Chuyun didn't say anything and took another step forward. The water flow was indeed from top to bottom, which was strange.

Yan Qing continued: "Do you think it's all too coincidental?"

Zhao Chuyun raised his eyebrows slightly: "Oh?"

Seeing that he was interested, Yan Qing continued, "I always feel that this place seems to be built in advance to prevent the bright light. How could there be a secret room with water flowing on all sides? This is so strange, what do you think?"

Zhao Chuyun nodded: "Well, my mind is not going to be vanished."

Seeing him answering, his hands kept on, Yan Qing ignored his joke and said, "If it was a mechanism, there must be a mark, otherwise these blue bricks will all be the same, how can we distinguish them?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Chuyun discovered a different brick. Although it was very insignificant, he could still find that the bulge of the blue brick was about one centimeter higher than the one next.

Just as he was about to take a closer look, a furry head came to him, and his hair was tugging on his face. Zhao Chuyun's breathing was frozen for a moment, his sword eyebrows slightly frowned, and he slapped the dog's head with a heavy slap: "It's blocking me."

"Ah!" Yan Qing felt pain, covered his head and looked at Zhao Chuyun with resentment, "It hurts so much!"

Although Zhao Chuyun was also in pain, he felt relieved and his mouth was also curled up: "Who asked you to come to me?"

He glanced at him with a glance. What's so great about it? She just went to see it next to her.

Just now, Zhao Chuyun pulled him back. He held his hand and raised his chin at her: "Have you noticed any difference in this brick?"

"What?" Lord Yan Qing didn't remember the villain's past, and was curious, so he leaned over and looked left and right, and then said in surprise, "Is it a little taller than the one next to him?"

Zhao Chuyun nodded: "Click it and see."

"Oh." Yan Qing frowned. Why didn't he press it himself? Although she was thinking so, she still pressed her hand. Maybe it was a secret door mechanism, and she became a little excited.

In an instant, a thick black ink sprayed out from it. Yan Qing looked straight at her face, and she couldn't dodge at all and was sprayed directly!

Good guy, wash your face with ink!

"Uh..." Yan Qing's eyebrows were frowned into horoscopes, "It smells so bad!"

Zhao Chuyun reached out in the air and wanted to pull Yan Qing away and stopped, then laughed from his chest: "Hahaha, you are too stupid!"

Hearing this unscrupulous laughter, Yan Qing had a reason to suspect that Zhao Chuyun was deliberately playing tricks on her. She rushed into his arms in anger and rubbed his Su Jin's robe with ink: "Dog! Zhao! Chu! Yun!"

Zhao Chuyun didn't dodge and was hit by the man bull and took a few steps back. He supported Yan Qing's shoulder with one hand and pushed the person away from his arms. Unexpectedly, she stepped on her toes on her heel and staggered him to the ground.

The tail bone and chin were hurt at the same time, as well as the forehead. The tail bone hit the ground, the chin was kowtowed by Yan Qing's forehead, and the forehead was backfired by Yan Qing's forehead... Zhao Chuyun's tears were hurting.

"What are you two playing? Have you forgotten that there is a third person here?" Ning Pan's voice suddenly sounded in his ears. Zhao Chuyun and Yan Qing turned their heads at the same time, and saw Ning Pan's big face facing them.

The two were startled. Yan Qing felt that her hand was pressing on Zhao Chuyun's chest, and the posture of one hand under his crotch was very terrible. Her cheeks quickly became hot and red directly to the root of her ears.

Zhao Chuyun turned his face and coughed, raised Yan Qing's collar and threw her next to him.

Seeing that the reactions of the two of them were very interesting, Ning Pan continued to quip: "I can understand that there is a fire between men and women, but I still need to pay attention to the occasion."

After saying that, he looked around very seriously and finally commented: "Tsk! This place is not very good, you should bear it. You can't compare to going home..."

"What are you talking nonsense?" Yan Qing covered Ning Pan's mouth and blocked his last few words.

Zhao Chuyun's face was extremely dark, and the dagger on his waist was completely unsheathed in just one second. If Yan Qing hadn't stopped him.

Yan Qing pulled Ning Pan away from Zhao Chuyun, and turned around and smiled at Zhao Chuyun: "Civilized society, civilized society, don't move! I'll teach him a lesson!

Ning Pan then saw Zhao Chuyun's hand placed on his waist. He swallowed his saliva and asked in a low voice: "He really killed someone?"

Yan Qingbai glanced at him, why did he feel that this white hair was traveling through time, looking stupid? "What do you think? Do you want me to help you recall who was the one who had his neck held by a knife a quarter of an hour ago?"

"Uh..." Ning Pan said nothing.

Yan Qing shook his head helplessly: "Sooner or later you will lose to your mouth!"

Ning Pan touched his mouth and raised his hand to surrender: "I was wrong."

"You better know that you are wrong," compared to Zhao Chuyun, the thin body of Baimao, wasn't he unilaterally beaten? Yan Qing, with the idea of ​​selfless love, can save one person?

"This person can't afford to offend him, he..." Yan Qing pointed to his head and lowered his voice, "There's a problem."

"Ah?" Ning Pan opened his mouth wide in surprise, "Then are you going to be with him?"

"Cough!" Yan Qing choked directly by saliva, and pushed him away with a slap, "Get out!"

If you care about these two dog men, you will be foolish! In the end, the two of them fought each other and died together!

"Wipe." Ning Pan took out a brocade handkerchief from somewhere and pointed to Yan Qing's little flowery face.

"Thank you." Yan Qing took it.
Chapter completed!