Wanqi Linmu smelled a smell.

The smell of rotten...

It floated out of the white swan, which was a unique smell of dead people, and only Wanqi Linmu could smell it.

Wanqi Linmu glanced at Luo Shen, and Luo Shen reacted quickly. Zhan Lu's long sword was immediately unsheathed, and accurately placed it on the white vulture's neck, and said coldly: "Get back."

The move of Baihu's move forward was hindered. Jin Bao was surprised and said, "Wait, Master Luo San, he is really Baihu. Look at his clothes."

Before, they encountered fake white swans. Those white swans were not human at all, but were transformed by corpses and had the appearance of white swans, but the white swan in front of them was even dressed the same.

The white swan was pressed against the neck with a long sword and said, "I am a white swan."

Wanqi Linmu smiled and said, "It is impossible to deceive my nose. There is a stinking smell on your body. At most, you are a rice dumpling."

"Bai Hu" looked at them steadily, then a strange smile appeared on the corner of his lips. The smile seemed to be cracking the earth, cracking little by little, spreading on his face.

The white suit suddenly "burned" and bloody flames emerged. The "White Swan" was surrounded by the blood-red flames, along with the spell he stepped on.

In the middle of the tomb, the shady wind immediately blew on the altar with a ghost painting talisman. With a "swish!", the ghost painting talisman on the altar lit up instantly, with a blood-red light flashing constantly, accompanied by the laughing sound of "White Swallow", saying, "Come on... let's go together..."

"Bai Hu" reached out and reached out to Jinbao, saying like a mantra: "Come on, let's open the fifty-string coffin box together... In this world, only when we join forces can we get fifty-strings..."

"us……"

Jin Bao's consciousness was almost swallowed by the blood-red light in front of him. For a moment, his spiritual consciousness was a little confused and he murmured: "We..."

Wanqi Linmu narrowed his eyes and said, "No, Jinbao was bewitched by this rice dumpling."

Jin Bao's consciousness was floating, and he repeated in his mouth: "We... together... fifty strings..."

"Jinbao!" Wanqi Linmu shouted. After Jinbao murmured these words, he suddenly closed his eyes and fell on the bloody altar with a "gudong".

Jin Bao fainted, his consciousness was still floating, as if he was riding a small boat, constantly traveling through the wind and waves. A big golden bird flapped its wings and suddenly emerged from the waves. His golden eyes were sharp and arrogant, and he suddenly rushed to the sky and stayed on a huge sycamore tree. It was a golden croaker that symbolized nobility.

As one of the colorful phoenixes, the phoenixes is highly sought after by the world because of its golden wings. The phoenixes are not only regarded as a noble god, but also reminds of wealth. In this way, the phoenixes stand out from the phoenixes and are in full bloom.

The turtle is born noble and is very arrogant, but the turtle has a mortal enemy. It happens that the other party is also a phoenix, with white wings, which is the swan among the phoenix.

If you ask who the person you hate the most, it must be the lone white swan. The white swan is against him everywhere, not only fighting for incense with him, but also falling in love with the same person as you.

The squid fell in love with a god who could make music and wind, and looked gentle and cold. The squid liked to follow him and watch him play the piano, as if the heaven and earth were among his fifty strings. The person that the squid like was the son of the fire god Zhurong and the prince Changqin...

Bai Hu fell in love with Prince Changqin. Bai Hu accidentally discovered this kind of thing. But soon after, Bai Hu saw Bai Hu and Prince Changqin getting closer and closer, playing the piano together, talking and laughing.

The relationship between the turtle and the Hu was getting worse and worse, which led to the relationship between the two races getting worse. When Prince Changqin learned about this, he tied the turtle and the Hu with an immortal rope and told them that no one could untie their constraints before the two sides reconciled.

Until the prince Changqin sealed his spiritual power on the fifty strings, the turret and the turret were responsible for protecting the fifty strings and entered the tomb together.

until……

In order to transform the corpse, the people of the Su family searched for the tombs of the colorful phoenix everywhere. They dug into the tombs of the turtles of the turtles and the swans, and took away the coffin box that stored the fifty-strings. However, the spell of the prince Changqin was left on the coffin box. Only when the turtles and the swans reconciled can they open the coffin box together, otherwise no one in this world could open the coffin box.

Jin Bao was groggy, his ears were messy, the swan who was obviously cold to him, who was ignoring him, and was extremely cold, said when the Su family broke into the tomb...

——Go away quickly.

——The prince handed over the fifty strings to us, and we must not let anyone with ulterior motives obtain them.

——They can’t open the coffin box if they can’t find you…

Jin Bao's consciousness fluctuated, his mind was messy, and the messy fragments were flickering wildly, "Bang--", and his body tilted, he was about to fall on the altar.

At this moment, a white light suddenly flashed, and it was like a gust of wind, and a handful of Jinbao, who was about to fall to the ground, was hugging him in his arms.

Wanqi Linmu looked at it and said, "White swan?"

White swan, yes, another white swan!

This white swan was wearing a white suit, spotless, as if it was a touch of cold ice and snow. There was a meticulous coldness on his face, but he carefully held Jin Bao in his arms.

This is the real white swan.

Jin Bao closed his eyes tightly, as if he was still struggling in the illusion. Bai Hu's face looked quite ugly, and he looked down at the altar where red light kept popping up on the ground.

Luo Shen said in a deep voice: "This should be a blood sacrifice formation, plundering the Yuanyang of Jinbao."

Among them, Wanqi Linmu and Luo Shen are not ordinary people. They can be said to have sufficient concentration. Although Jin Bao does not look very ordinary, his concentration is not enough and he is instantly attracted by the red light of the altar. He is probably already controlled at this time.

Bai Hu frowned, without saying a word, immediately lowered his head, suddenly lifted Jin Bao's back of his neck, made him tilt his head slightly, and then took Jin Bao's lips in his mouth.

"Um..." Jin Bao took a light breath and felt a cool air coming in in his throat. His internal organs almost icy, and his whole body was trembling with coldness. Jin Bao broke free from the illusion in a cold moment.

As soon as he broke free, he immediately met Bai Hu's expressionless face. Even if he kissed, he was still expressionless.

Jin Bao felt that his internal organs were chilling in his stomach, but the corners of his lips were very hot and hot. He pursed his lips and disappeared the barbs like sea urchin in the past. He said with a little hesitation: "Will this be too fast? If you really like me, let's start with dating first."

Wanqi Linmu: "..."

Wanqi Linmu glanced at Jinbao with disgust, bounced his forehead and said, "Hey! Stop being crazy, come back to his senses!"

Jin Bao felt a pain in his forehead, and with a "Ouch", he really came back to his senses. He blinked his eyes and stared at the white swan that was close to him. His eyes rolled around, and finally stared at the corner of the white swan's lips. He subconsciously covered his mouth and opened his eyes wide and said, "You, you... you kiss me again?"

Bai Hu ignored Jin Bao. Seeing that Jin Bao had recovered his consciousness, he slowly stood up from the ground and stared at the "White Hu" surrounded by blood, almost exactly the same as himself.

The two white swans confronted each other. The white swan raised his hand slightly and closed his palms. A sound of "crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-cra

Bai Hu said coldly: "It's been so many years, it's time... it's time to break up."

The "white swan" surrounded by blood laughed and looked at the white swan with a ridiculous look, saying, "You? Just you? I am the swan, I am the white swan! And you are just a wild ghost who will be scattered at any time!"

The "white swan" wrapped in blood said, and suddenly raised his hand, but he didn't move. The blood on the altar suddenly surged, and the black blood stain turned into wind and sand, sweeping towards everyone.

Luo Shen hugged Wanqi Linmu and used his back to help him block the wind and sand sweeping over. Jin Bao was pounced on the black sand on his face, and he spat hard, saying, "What a fuck... spit, what the hell, it's so dirty..."

Jin Bao just felt the sand blowing his face, and suddenly the muffled groan of the white swan came from beside him. Jin Bao turned his head and saw that the white swan was pure white and spotless suit, and there was a red light, as if it was bleeding, but it didn't seem to be bleeding, or it was like a fire, burning the white swan constantly.

"What's wrong with you?"

The white swan was unstable, and her already fair face looked extremely pale. With a "swish!", Bingling's two swords were inserted into the ground, almost unable to support his body. Jin Bao saw the tall white swan falling down, immediately rushed over to support the white swan, and said anxiously: "What's wrong with you?"

"Hahahaha!" The "White Hu" surrounded by blood said with a smile: "I can't stand it anymore? He also said that he would break it. Without this body, you are simply vulnerable. OK, very good. The body of the god is really good, but... it's my now!"

He said, then glanced at Jinbao again, showed a hideous smile, and said, "When I get this little croaker again, I can open the mirror coffin."

Bai Hu endured the severe pain of burning, his eyes immediately became sharp and he said hoarsely: "No one... can't hurt him."

Jin Bao couldn't understand what they were saying, but he could feel the white swan was in great pain. Although he was enduring it, his tall body was trembling slightly.
Chapter completed!