Female Match Counterattack: Goddess of Special Forces

Chapter 230 Undersea Temple 8
On the walls on both sides, there are dragon heads growing horizontally.

Hua Qianning had an intuition in her heart that it should be something for lighting, and she really wanted to fiddle with it.

However, this place was inherited from ancient times after all, so I still dare not act rashly.

Just like that, after walking in this deep passage for about an hour, I saw a little light.

It was a round luster, a kind of tranquility, a kind of peace.

Mo Zhuochen, who was walking in front, suddenly stopped, and suddenly grabbed Hua Qianning's hand with his slender fingers.

"Uh……"

Hua Qianning was startled, and looked at her hand that was suddenly clenched in surprise.

The world can be shown, she has no distracting thoughts at this time.

Ok!

In fact, there are still some heartbeats...

"Everything is unknown ahead, to prevent being washed away like when we first entered the temple, it's better to hold hands!"

Mo Zhuochen didn't look back, but just looked ahead, trying to stay calm.

If you notice carefully, you will see a tinge of red on the tips of his ears.

"Ok!"

Hua Qianning nodded, this is indeed possible.

This place makes people feel very weird, it is better for them to be together!
Hearing her response, Mo Zhuochen seemed relieved, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was even brighter.

The small hand in the palm is slippery, even if it is holding the sword all year round, there is not a trace of rough calluses.

In the bottom of his heart, he suddenly had an idea, hold on to it, and never let go!

Hua Qianning kept bowing her head in thought, unable to see the expression on his face.

Just a little surprised, big brother, is he hot? ?
His palm was slightly wet.

The two walked hand in hand, and soon reached the light source at the other end.

It was a temple-like place, with round arches and portraits carved on the walls.

The most eye-catching place should be in the center.

It was a tall crystal platform, and above the transparent platform was a small round pool.

On the edge of the small pond, there are three faucets carved in white jade. The mouths of the faucets spit out water, pouring water into the bead in the pond.

Inside this temple, it seems that there are still curling Sanskrit sounds.

That bead, emitting luster, enveloped people.

Bathed in such voices and holy light, both of them felt that their hearts were clear.

A noble, a forgotten.

The two gradually let go of their hands. In such a place, there should be no distractions.

Inside the white jade faucet, the water was still gurgling.

The bead soaked in the water gave off a warm luster.

The entire hall is bathed in this radiance, which makes people feel like spring breeze.

Hua Qianning stared blankly at the piece of holy light, and in her heart, she vaguely felt that this was the highest place for seeking Tao.

I can stand here all my life, and I will have no regrets in this life.

Although, I know it's more than that, but I still feel that this time is enough.

Her feet moved forward involuntarily, toward the holy light in her heart.

"Qian Ning—"

Mo Zhuochen suddenly grabbed her arm, he grabbed it very hard, and it hurt a little.

Hua Qianning wanted to shake off his imprisonment, but his hand was still grasping very hard.

During the struggle, her eyes gradually cleared up.

Looking at the eyes, I forgot the struggle all of a sudden.

The light in front of him is endless, red, purple, blue, yellow, all kinds of light are constantly jumping up and down.

　
(End of this chapter)