Then, Zhang Yuanqing smelled a damp and rancid smell, like a rotting dead mouse in the sewer.

You don't need to look to know that the thing is looking at him, and it's very close.

Zhang Yuanqing slowed down his breathing and remained motionless.

About three to five minutes later, the rancid smell went away, and the sound of thumping footsteps sounded again, walking towards the door.

The sound of heavy and stiff footsteps walked out of the door, and then sounded in the corridor until it disappeared completely.

The four people on the bed were all chicken thieves, and they still didn't get up. After waiting for a long time, the owner of Palace Zhisha sat up holding Zhang Yuanqing's chest, looked left and right, and said:

"It's gone."

Only then did Zhang Yuanqing open his eyes. He looked around for a while, first at the door, then at the window, to confirm that there were no scary monsters, and finally felt relieved.

Successfully avoided a crisis.

While relaxing, he felt a long-lost sense of excitement in his heart, and the horror and fear of She Ling's time in the tunnel returned.

"Leave quickly, it may come back, we have got some rules, it's time to get down to business, there is not much time." Zhang Yuanqing did not forget the purpose of coming here tonight.

Only then did he realize that the princess was lying on the bed and hadn't gotten up.

"Are you planning to sleep here until dawn?" Zhang Yuanqing said angrily.

Princess Yinyao opened her eyes unhurriedly, and raised the small horn plausibly:

"Keep safe, in case it kills the carbine."

So let us be cannon fodder? The princess is actually a dog, a dog and a coward. The corner of Zhang Yuanqing's mouth twitched, "You are good at modern vocabulary. If you don't have a steady hand, you can sleep here. When we are done, I will come back to you."

Princess Yinyao pretended not to hear his taunt, got up silently, and played the role of a mindless ghost.

The three of them jumped down from the floor, and walked away quickly along the path covered with shrubs, weeds and trees.

The moonlight was shining brightly, and in the dark room, there was no sound. The notebook discarded on the ground had a strange automatic page turning, and a line of words appeared on the blank page:

"The patrol went well tonight and I'm very happy, because four new employees came to the dormitory building, two without a heartbeat, and two with a heartbeat. There have been no new employees for a long time. I am very lonely. I will always follow them."

The little fat man has never seen a domination level battle, and it is a domination melee.

The golden sun rises again and again, then is snuffed out, rises again, and repeats itself.

The streets cracked into gaps, high-rise buildings were crumbling in the gaps, and six-meter-tall stone giants crawled out of the cracks in the ground, smashing one corpse after another.

The thick rhizomes rose from the ground, flaring all over the sky like tentacles, crushing stone giants.

The mysterious man in a black robe stood on a tall building in the distance, holding a long sword polished with black carbon and glowing with oily luster, like a commander in chief, commanding a steady stream of yin things to charge.

During the period, there were also four flying swords flying vertically and horizontally, whistling like electricity, as well as strange piercing, spirit-piercing screams from time to time.

Fu Qingyang, dressed in white and wearing a gorgeous cloak, stood proudly. Countless corpses came one after another, but none of them could get within ten meters of him.

Ten meters away, corpses were piled up one after another, but within ten meters they were completely clean.

Elder Hongying's body was glowing with golden light, her hands were in mudras, rounds of miniature suns floated above her head, the golden light shone everywhere, and the evil spirits were quickly purified.

The two sides dominate the fight in the air, and dazzling skills emerge in endlessly. JrNovels.com