The underground passage was excavated very deeply, and the shape of the 'mouth' walkway was supported by sleepers embedded in the gaps in the stone walls on both sides.

The sleepers with a sense of age were dilapidated and dark water droplets were still seeping out, which made the entire walkway wet. At the same time, there were slippery moss in some parts of the stone road under my feet.

They had been walking into the underground road for about ten minutes, but they didn't feel the end at all.

In this closed and depressing space... even the most optimistic person will have heavy psychological pressure to turn into a bitter face.

This is supposed to be the case-

“It’s so deep in…”

The White Mist God Son, who was following Xichengshi, muttered to himself as if he was muttering in his dreams.

She carried a flashlight and shot around and looked at it.

Although her expression has not changed much, you can tell by just looking at her touch and the movements she looks over...

Not to mention stress, this guy is very excited at all.

But Xicheng style can understand her.

She has been following her aunt from the beginning, which is in a sense the first time she has left the White Mist Pupal Action, and it is understandable that she will feel fresh and fresh.

Moreover, in this depressing environment, it is actually quite good to have her liven up the atmosphere.

"I'll probably go to the place when I go down. Please stick to me a little closer."

Xicheng style tone said in a plain tone:

"good!"

The White Mist Godson hugged Xicheng-style arm without any hesitation.

Her beautiful big eyes blinked and she was still looking around.

This little girl doesn't seem to know what a difference between men and women is... and she wants to hang her whole body like a koala bear.

but...

To be honest, the feeling of the White Mist God Son is really good.

Although she does not have the body fragrance mentioned in it, her medium-length black hair also has a shampoo fragrance. Her slender body is also very soft when she hangs on her body. Her little face looks faintly scattered with a fair luster when she looks close to her, and she looks cute and beautiful.

besides?

What else can be found other than that?

Thinking about it? Discomfortably in your body?

Those who have these ideas are those young students who have high school or just graduated from high school and come to college.

But the style of Xicheng is different.

He was a social person in his previous life, so of course he could not shake his mood for such things.

After all, this is really nothing in the eyes of an ordinary adult.

He held the flashlight and continued to be alert to the surroundings and walked forward.

Pick, Pick...

The two continued to walk down.

After almost twenty minutes of leaving, Xicheng style stopped and the light of the flashlight rushed forward.

The corridor in front of him has been completely submerged.

The dirty black water spread inside.

It seems that the surrounding rock walls were eroded by groundwater, and finally the corridor was soaked bit by bit.

There is cold air flowing on the water. If you don’t pay attention, you can even find that there are shiny ice floating on it.

“Are you ready?”

Xichengshi turned his head and looked at the White Mist God Son beside him.

"Yes!" The Godzi of Baiwu stared at the black water, took a deep breath, and nodded in response.

As mentioned earlier, she is not stupid, but in a sense, she lacks some common sense in life.

The God Son of Baiwu also knew it.

After this sewage, there is the Baiwu family that he has forgotten.

Mother, father, the lost Baiwu family, the mist valley, and the towering mist peaks.

Everything... is hidden behind this deep sewage.

She pinched the tricycle spoon in her hand and pressed against the Xicheng style.

Seeing her like this, Xicheng style did not delay.

Cold mist burst out from his five fingers, covering his figures with the White Mist God Son under the control of Xicheng.

Then--

Step into the sewage.

With the White Mist God Son and the Xicheng Style as the center, the cold sewage was blocked outside by the Stunning White Mist.

It's really useful!

After Xicheng style thoughts, he walked down without hesitation.

The Xicheng-style body completely sank into the bottom of the water and walked towards the depths of the corridor.

The bottom of the water is dark, and the light from the strong flashlight cannot be emitted. Xicheng Style can only grop forward according to its own sense of direction.

As time goes by, Xicheng style can clearly feel that his breathing is not smooth.

Is it hypoxia?

Xicheng style frowning.

It seems that although the white fog barrier can avoid water, it will also be isolated from the outside world.

Not only water, but also oxygen.

Just when Xicheng Style was about to retreat and go ashore, rest for a while and then get off—

"Go over there, Shijun."

The White Mist God Son suddenly opened his mouth and pointed to the front right.

Um?

Xicheng Shi looked at Baiwu Godzi more, and her eyebrows couldn't help but stir: "How do you know there?"

"I don't know either."

Bai Wu Shenzi grabbed his head and said with some uncertainty: "Maybe it's intuition...and it seems like I have an impression... I should have gone there."

Her expression became serious in an instant: "This may be because there are still some impressions in my mind. There should be no mistake."

"Is that true?"

Looking at her serious expression, Xicheng Shi nodded in thought.

really.

Memories may be eroded by the immortal white fog, but the impression in the mind is not so ambiguous.

Therefore, what Bai Wu Godzi said is very credible.

Looking at such a white mist godson, Xicheng style is naturally the choice—

He clamped her around his waist and ran back without hesitation.

The return speed was too fast, even the cute and beautiful face of the White Mist God Son was completely confused.

"No... Shijun! You believe me! You believe me! I really feel that I am from that direction! I didn't lie to you!"

He obviously didn't have any facial expressions, but just listening to her weak voice could give people a feeling of grievance from the White Mist God Son.

"I have always believed in you."

Xicheng Style didn't even look at Bai Wu Shenzi and answered.

"Yeah?!"

After hearing this, the White Mur Godzi, who had tried to argue, suddenly became quiet.

She blinked her big eyes, thought for a while and nodded and said:

"Okay! Since Shijun believes in me, I won't say much."

The little bit satisfied look of the little look of the God of White Murch made Xichengshi glance at her even more.

This little girl...isn't it easy to coax, right?

I was happy to say something nice.

However, Xicheng Shi didn't say anything. He just rushed out of the water layer with the White Mist God Son, and waved his hand to disperse the cold white mist.

Xicheng-style, who was exposed to oxygen again, breathed a sigh of relief and his eyebrows relaxed.

He really believed in the judgment of the Son of the White Mist.

But you still have to keep a backup plan for everything.

What should I do if I go directly as what Bai Wu Shenzi said, and end up hitting a dead end, and there is not enough oxygen for the return trip?

The Xicheng-style personality naturally does not allow that kind of thing to happen.
Chapter completed!