Chapter 339 Our Prince is Crazy
Xiao Nanyue lowered his eyes and stared at the Taotie pattern on the beast head ring. His fingertips hovered three inches above the beast head ring and he hesitated for a while.
Just now, he killed several guards guarding the gate, broke many traps, and had already reached the palace gate.
He knew that the ring was connected to not only the gears that could open the underground palace, but also some hidden mechanisms that were extremely dangerous.
But if the beast head is not moved, the stone door leading to the underground palace will remain as solid as a rock.
Yesterday, Mo Ren risked his life to sneak into the Nanzhao Palace and found out that Xiyan was hiding in the Shuyu Underground Palace.
Tonight, he sneaked in alone, deliberately not bringing Han Xiao and Mo Ren with him, so as to avoid being surrounded by too many people and exposing his target before entering the palace.
Besides, if it was really a life-or-death situation, he owed Xiyan in the first place, so why bother dragging his relatives to be buried with him?
Xiao Nanyan couldn't help but laugh at himself: Xiao Nanyan, ah Xiao Nanyan, I guess this is the most impulsive thing you have ever done in your life.
However, when he thought about the person he thought about day and night, perhaps she was behind the stone gate at this moment. As long as he pushed open this barrier, he would be able to see her, hug her tightly in his arms, and never let her escape from his grasp again.
An almost mysterious feeling gripped him, as if her gaze was penetrating the thick stone wall and meeting his gaze. Perhaps, she was also breathing rapidly like him.
As soon as this thought came to mind, Xiao Nanyue's hand holding the sword began to tremble uncontrollably.
He could even imagine what she looked like at the moment: perhaps frowning, perhaps with red eyes, perhaps reaching out to touch her bulging belly - where his flesh and blood were.
The night before last on the observation deck, he clearly saw that the child was still well in her belly. She did not abandon him!
In fact, compared to his children, Xiyan is his only weakness in this life.
Perhaps, he was too cold in the past, and did not understand love, let alone women. Even though he wanted to save her, he said hurtful words. He ignored Xiyan's sensitive and fragile heart that he had suppressed for eight years.
The cold air from the stone gate seeped into his skin through his clothes, but he felt his heart burning hot. With every inch he got closer, the longing that had been dormant for many days grew like a vine, entangling him so tightly that he could hardly breathe.
“Yan Yan…”
He called out in a low voice, his voice hoarse and unlike his own:
"The King is here!"
His fingertips finally touched the copper ring on the inside of the stone door, and he no longer hesitated.
The moment the metal gears turned, a rumble like muffled thunder came from underground. The bluestone bricks above the stone gate suddenly exploded, and thirty-six steel blades flew out like a swarm of bees!
He suddenly twisted his body and took a wrong step, swinging the sword so hard that it was impervious to wind and rain. At the moment when the steel blade was about to crush his shoulder blade, he used the force to flip backwards.
Several dragon-rolling knives were spinning around him, the wind from the knives hurting his cheeks. The hem of his black robe had been cut into rags, and a few strands of hair flew into the knife formation and were instantly chopped into powder.
In the blink of an eye, his shoulders, back, and arms were all scratched by the Rolling Dragon Knife. Blood seeped through his clothes and dripped onto the bluestone bricks, spreading dark red flowers.
Xiyan looked at it through the hole intently, her fingertips gripping the crack of the stone door tightly, not even noticing the pain of her broken nails.
She watched helplessly as the cold light of the Rolling Dragon Sword cut several bloody wounds on Xiao Nanyue's body, and Xuan Ji was instantly dyed with it. The glaring red seemed to seep in through the holes, burning her eyes.
Manluo beside him also held her breath, clutching the hem of her clothes tightly, and kept shaking her head:
"Our prince is crazy, he is really crazy..."
The blade rolled faster and faster, but Xiao Nanyue did not retreat but advanced. He took advantage of the remaining momentum of the knife formation and suddenly stabbed into a corner of the copper ring. There was a loud bang, and the secret lock of the mechanism was picked off by the tip of his sword, and the stone door slowly opened.
The flying sparks illuminated Xiao Nanyan's tense jawline. His black clothes were torn into pieces and stained with blood. But when he looked up at the slowly opening stone door, a paranoid light ignited in his dark eyes.
As long as he steps through this stone gate, he will be able to see the woman he has been thinking about day and night.
After thinking about it, he no longer hesitated and jumped into the underground palace.
At the same time, Xiyan and Manluo realized that Xiao Nanyan had broken through the first barrier and the mechanism had been destroyed, so they hurriedly retreated to the second palace gate and pressed the switch of the stone door.
When Xiao Nanyan entered the underground palace, he looked around and saw gurgling streams flowing on both sides. The vines hanging from the stalactites on the four walls were adorned with luminous pearls, making the winding streams shine brightly. There were also flowers and plants all around, and the fragrance was overwhelming.
However, this should have been a paradise-like scene, but now it seemed particularly eerie because there was no one there.
Xiao Nanyan looked around but didn't see anyone. But when he lowered his head, he saw a plain brocade handkerchief dropped on the glass brick.
He bent down to pick it up, his fingertips touching the evening primrose pattern embroidered on the corner of the handkerchief, and the elegant fragrance filled his nostrils.
That familiar smell, wrapped in eight years of memories, came to me.
Xiao Nanyan's heart suddenly sank, and the veins on his hand clutching the handkerchief bulged. He faced the empty underground palace and finally called out the name he had silently repeated in his heart thousands of times:
“Yan Yan…”
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