Arrogant Snake King: Snake Concubine, give me a hug

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Ling Xiaotu glanced at Xuanyuan Xuantian, in his hands was still the glare of the long-lost sunlight after darkness, but unfortunately, this light did not bring hope.

No matter what's down here, it's definitely not easy to deal with.

Xuanyuan Xuantian poured in the white light from the palm of his hand steadily, casting a spot of light in the cave.

He didn't move, just stared at the soles of his feet. [

Ling Xiaotu didn't dare to move, she watched carefully >

Under that bright light, what looked like red lines from a distance turned out to be elongated blood vessels flowing with blood.

Ling Xiaotu grabbed Xuanyuan Xuantian tightly and stared at him.

Suddenly, the blood vessel was slowly moving along the cave wall, and the original irregular geometric figure was slowly broken up, gradually approaching a dark corner, gathering something there.

Ling Xiaotu didn't dare to move anymore, staring desperately trying to figure out what it was.

Then, she felt that there seemed to be something beating under the blood vessel.

illusion?

Ling Xiaotu blinked, the red cocooned blood vessel suddenly left the crack a few minutes, exposed to the sunlight, Ling Xiaotu finally figured out what it was!

It was a heart, a bright red, beating heart.

Such a disgusting organ made the hairs on Ling Xiaotu's back stand on end.

On the bright red heart, there are strange lines, the lines are indeed black, and they are still slowly twisting and changing.

I'm dizzy looking at it...

She stretched out her hand, wanting to find out, but she couldn't break free from the shackles on her body.

With a sudden pain in his head, Ling Xiaotu's sanity was pulled back.

She seemed to wake up from a nightmare, only felt her heart beating violently, her temples throbbing to the point of pain, she panted heavily,

She looked annoyed at the man who knocked on her forehead, and then turned around, the heart wrapped in red blood vessels had disappeared before her eyes.

There was nothing in front of him, not even the red blood vessels entrenched underneath.

Looking around, it was still pitch black, only Xuanyuan Xuantian's hand was there.

The touch on the skin is truly transmitted to the depths of the brain. [

Those icy fingers clung to her head, and the skin on the top of her head trembled as if being pricked by ice needles.

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