The Demon King's Pampered Wife: The Alluring Little Poisonous Concubine

Chapter 192 The Realm of the Seven Searches
"Mother, mother, and steamed buns should be kissed too, hee hee."

Hearing the little guy's soft, glutinous and extremely excited voice, Wushuang bounced away like a conditioned reflex, looked at the twinkling eyes of the steamed bun, coughed awkwardly, and his almond eyes stared strangely Someone with a look of unsatisfactory expression on his face.

Beigong Chenyao raised the corners of his mouth, and blinked at the other party ambiguously in his eyes. When the blushing woman turned around, the corners of her mouth became even more obscure.

Looking down at the curious little thing in his arms, he sighed somewhat resentfully, before stepping forward with his long legs to catch up with the figure in front of him.

Not long after the few people left, the place that was originally like a fairyland became more and more blurred, and finally turned into a wisp of green smoke and dissipated in the air.

Looking at the darkening sky, Wushuang frowned deeply. After what happened just now, she dare not be careless now.

'Hula--'

"Huh? It's dark." The sudden darkness forced the two of them to stop, and the little mantou, who was lying on Beigong Chenyao's shoulder and sucking his fingers, also stopped, frowning and looking around.

"Pa——" There was a soft sound, and a light shot down from above the head, illuminating several people again.

"Welcome everyone, this is the Realm of the Seven Searches." An old voice suddenly sounded, and Wushuang immediately raised his head, looking for something in the air.

"Don't look for the little girl, the old man is Qixun, hahaha" The laughter seemed empty and lonely in such a scene.

Hearing what the old guy said, Wushuang was surprised but didn't ask much.

"What about the rest?"

"Girl, everyone has his or her own path, even in my Qixun, do you understand?" When the old man hidden in the dark said this, his eyes were full of complexities.

Wushuang frowned slightly, these words sounded like a grandfather teaching an ignorant granddaughter, with a sense of pampering in desperation, but it was strange that he felt inexplicably familiar when he heard it.

Looking at the thinking woman with downcast eyes beside her, Bei Gong Chenyao narrowed her eyes slightly, not knowing what she was thinking.

"Qixun, there are seven levels in total, the first one is just a warm-up, from now on you have to be more careful, oh~ old man, I'm sleepy too, so I won't play with you little devils."

While saying this, the old man in the dark let out a long hatch, and the hunched figure quickly disappeared.

"Please wait a moment! Old senior? Old senior... oh~" No more response, Wushuang sighed and had to give up.

"what happened?"

"I want to ask something... Forget it, let's go." Looking up at Beigong Chenyao with a serious expression, Wushuang smiled and didn't hold back anymore.

I don't know when there were seven more doors around, distributed in a circle, each of which was engraved with lifelike patterns, Wushuang looked at each door carefully before pointing to one of them.

Beigong Chenyao nodded with a smile, hugged the cute little mantou, and walked up. The three people's figures disappeared completely before the door was closed again. On the seamless stone, A lotus flower as red as blood stands impressively.

The old man who had disappeared slowly walked out in the dark, his hunched back stopped in front of the stone gate, looked at the red lotus in the desolate place for a long time, and finally heaved a long sigh.

"Wen Jun is ten miles of barren land, only You Lian wears red makeup." The old voice was like a sigh. While saying this, the figure began to slowly dissipate, and finally disappeared into the air with a long sigh.

(End of this chapter)