The Evil Prince and his Precious Wife: The Sly Lady

General Zhang's eyes fell, and the thousand dings at his mouth turned into a sigh: "Be careful!"

The soldiers were low in martial arts, and they were not familiar with the trap Lin. Even if they followed up, they would not be able to help them. Maybe they would add chaos. Instead, let Murong Xue go in alone. If there is any danger, she can use the fastest way. Avoid speed, or come out!

"I know!" Murong Xue nodded, pulling Ouyang Shaochen, and slowly walked into the trap forest.

The forest stands tall, overgrown with weeds, branches, and roots are intertwined, which is very complicated. Murongxue step by step, carefully moving forward, obviously hot summer, but the forest is cold and whizzing, there is no trace of sunshine, no There was a touch of wind, and there was some infiltration around the silence ...

"Ah!" A cry of exclamation came into his ears. Murongxue looked around, and saw no traces appearing out of the sky seven or eight meters away. A long, big mouth was drawn on the back of his hand, blood gurgling outward, bright red There is a hint of black gas in the blood ...

Murong Xue's eyes flicked, and he quickly stepped forward, took out the detox powder, and sprinkled it on the back of his hand: "What's going on?"

"It was like this when I was accidentally hung by a tree branch." Wu Wu said lightly.

Murongxue's cold eyes swept through a dead tree, its branches and leaves, and its dark-eyed pupil narrowed slightly, the air was poisonous, and the foliage of the plant was also poisonous: "This is a poisonous forest. Be careful when walking. , Don't touch anything. "

"Well!" No trace nodded, striding forward, and continued to explore the way. After walking for more than ten meters, his tall body suddenly sank, and half of his calf fell into the thick mud!

"It is worthy of the trap forest, there are traps everywhere, making people undefeated. Qingyan's 300,000 army is unjustly blocked!" Wuhen sighed, pulling out his feet hard, not wanting, the more he pulls, the more he sinks, thick Thick silt pounced on him layer by layer, and his knees were flooded in a blink of an eye ...

Murong Xuexue narrowed her eyes and hurriedly walked over: "No trace, don't move, the silt here is very special, the more you struggle, the deeper you will sink ..."

Suddenly without a trace, Suddenly stopped, and looked up at Murong Xue: "What should I do?"

Murongxue looked around and didn't see the right thing. With a 'brush', he pulled out the soft sword around his waist and stretched towards Wuhen: "Pinch the tip of the sword, I will pull you up!"

"Okay!" No trace nodded, reaching for the tip of the sword.

Murongxue was about to pull people hard, but saw that Ouyang Shaochen was holding her wrist, pulling it hard, and in a blink of an eye, pulled the trace out of the mud and threw it to the hard ground next to it.

No trace of light fell to the ground, looking at the knee mud on the pants, the corner of his mouth could not help but smoked: "The mud here is really not ordinary!"

The moment he sank into the mud, the mud surrounded him heavily, tightly sticking to him, making him feel like he was entangled with death, and pulled him to the hell little by little ...

"This is not ordinary silt, but swamp!" Murongxue looked at the light green silt, his eyes faint.

"Swamp? What's that?" Frowning brows inscrutable.

"It's a very special trap." Murong Xue said lowly, his cold eyes narrowed slightly: No wonder Qingyan soldiers entered here, all came back and forth, the woods were poisoned everywhere, and fell second It is important that this hidden swamp, as long as it is trapped, will be dragged into the ground by the mud, and no one can leave here alive ...

This forest has no dense black feather arrows, no hidden steel nail beds, no secretly digging any organs, traps, but more terrible than those, because the swamp kills, silent, mysterious, weird, as long as it is contaminated a little bit , You will lose your life here ...

"Swoosh!" The silent tree suddenly rushed to Murongxue, Ouyang Shaochen, without a trace, and separated the three people in the blink of an eye. .

Murong Xuexue squinted slightly, holding a soft sword, quickly swaying, and mercilessly cut down the branches and leaves.

The branches and leaves are endless and endless, cut a batch, and then a batch, no matter how many cuts can be cut, Murongxue frowned tightly, his feet a little, rose from the sky, the soft sword in his hand was viciously cut to the highest center On that branch and leaf, only listening to the sound of 'card', the long branch broke off and fell to the ground, and the whole tree became silent ...

Murongxue gently fell to the ground, secretly relieved, looking at the towering tree, his eyes were as cold as ice: the traps set by the people of southern Xinjiang are really mysterious, weird, and different, the blue flame soldiers died In these strange traps, it's not too wrong ...

Murongxue looked around and saw that the woods were empty, leaving her alone, Ouyang Shaochen, no trace, completely disappeared.

She frowned, calling out loudly: "Shizi ... Ouyang Shizi ..."

Quietly in the air, answering her is still or silent except for silence!

"No trace ..." Murong Xue called again.

Still quiet around, there is no echo!

Murongxue frowned tightly. When these trees emerged, they were scattered. Ouyang Shaochen, Wuhen may have been far away from her ...

With only a forest, so many strange traps can be created. The people of southern Xinjiang are really not easy to deal with. The traps here are heavy. They should be the hinterland of the forest.

Murongxue's eyes sank, and he looked carefully around, moving in one direction, quickly walking forward.

After walking away for a while, the mist in the air faded slightly. The further you go, the lighter the mist becomes. From the beginning, the dark gray gradually changes to gray, light gray, white teeth, light white, and faintly faint. powder……

How is this going?

Murongxue frowned inexplicably, carefully avoiding the swamps on the left and right sides, and walked slowly along the hard ground with a wide foot in the middle ...

"Come here, drink and drink!" The high-pitched voice came into my ears, and Murong Xue looked up and saw that several soldiers in southern armor wearing armor were sitting on the open ground outside the woods, burning a fire and roasting Game, drinking and laughing.

There were three thin and long wooden pillars standing in the center of the open space, and three blue flame soldiers covered with mud paddles were tied to the wooden pillars, their heads were pulled down, and they were dead or alive.

A soldier from southern Xinjiang grabbed game, biting with a big thorn, and glanced at the blue flame soldiers whose life and death were unknown. Have fun, have fun? "

"How to play?" The soldiers of Nanjiang stared at him shiningly.

"It's simple." The man smiled strangely, put down the game, strode in front of a blue flame soldier, pulled out the dagger in his boots, and pierced the man's shoulder fiercely ...