Lord as fierce as a tiger

The expression on his face was chilling. 【】She glared at the evildoer, and said coldly: "Don't make a sound for a while."

Groping forward all the way, I don't know how long I walked, the cold breath became heavier and heavier.

Not long after, they finally walked out of the long passage, and what they saw was a spacious tomb.

This is a very large mausoleum. The layout of the entire tomb is different from any mausoleum in any country on this continent that Huo Shuangshuang has known recently. The age of this tomb is at least about 3000 years.

Except for a painting and a crystal coffin, there are no other funerary objects in the main tomb.

Huo Shuangshuang combined with the skeletons in the passage just now, the tomb must have been stolen, and more than once.

His eyes fell on the painting.

On the three-meter-long canvas, a woman with a peerless beauty came to the world like a fairy, wearing a white skirt, black hair hanging down, eyebrows like distant mountains, eyes like stars and moons, the so-called soul of flowers, the moon The god of jade, the bones of jade, the skin of ice and snow, the posture of autumn water, the heart of poetry, probably so.

The face that Huo Shuangshuang passed through was already extremely beautiful, but compared with this painted woman, her beauty was as dim as a speck of dust.

Does such a woman really exist in this world?

Huo Shuangshuang looked at the painting, feeling infatuated and drunk. She seemed to be bewitched, her eyes were blurred, and her mind gradually became dizzy.

Suddenly, a hand with distinct knuckles patted her shoulder. "Little Shuang'er, your soul has returned."

Huo Shuangshuang was taken aback, her blurred eyes gradually became clear.What happened to her just now?

"You, do you think this painting is strange?" For some reason, she seemed to hear someone calling her in a daze just now. The voice was hazy, but she could hear it clearly, it was a woman's voice , a very sad and desperate voice.

The mysterious man looked at the painting, his eyes were deep and dark, and the trace of red in his pupils became more and more strange at this moment. "It's nothing surprising. Although the woman in this painting is beautiful, in my heart, Xiao Shuang'er will always be the most beautiful."

"What's wrong." Huo Shuangshuang rolled her eyes, ignored the mysterious man, turned around and walked towards the crystal coffin.

She didn't notice that the moment she turned around, the mysterious man was staring at the woman in the painting, his eyes were no longer bewitching, and replaced by complicated eyes.

Huo Shuangshuang approached the crystal coffin, and was about to open it, but his hand was held by the mysterious man.

"Xiao Shuang'er, don't disturb the rest of the deceased, be careful that she comes to you at night."

Huo Shuangshuang rolled his eyes. "You have to be afraid to get out of the way." They all came in, and they said something to disturb the deceased. Today, she will open everything, and when she thinks of the calls just now, she must figure it out.

"Okay, up to you." The mysterious man had a half-smile in his eyes, and he stepped aside, looking at Huo Shuangshuang quietly.

Huo Shuangshuang stopped hesitating at the moment, and slammed open the crystal coffin with a strong palm.

Inside... it turned out to be the same thing.

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