Wen Huandong looked at Su Luo in surprise, paused for a moment, then lowered his head and said sullenly, "Boss Su is kind-hearted."
Are women still women after all? Can they never harden their hearts at the most crucial moment?
Wang Mu pushed him because he heard the resentment in his words.
Su Luo laughed: "Do you think I'm saving Wen Jiang?"
Wen Huandong looked up at Su Luo.
Su Luo asked him, "Do you know what is the most terrifying thing?"
Wen Huandong thought for a moment and said, "Death?"
But Su Luo shook her head: "Death is certainly scary, but what is scarier than death is knowing that you will die, but not knowing when the knife hanging over your head will fall. This kind of unknown fear is the scariest."
Wen Huandong's body suddenly shook!
Because he realized that Su Luo was right!
Hanging without killing is the most terrifying thing!
So, when Su Luo sprayed Wen Jiang with that potion, what she really wanted to do was to make Wen Jiang be in a state where he was about to be swallowed by the giant flaming eagle but was not swallowed at all every minute and every second.
This state is the most terrifying!
Wen Huandong stared at Su Luo with wide eyes!
He originally thought that Su Luo was too soft-hearted, but it turned out that...
Well, he really underestimated their Boss Su.
From then on, in addition to admiration for Su Luo, the two of them also felt a little more awe.
Everyone entered the corridor without looking back, leaving only Wen Jiang with a gloomy face.
The passage was very narrow at first, only allowing one person to pass through, but as you go deeper, the passage becomes wider and wider.
Finally, everyone followed this corridor to the main hall.
The moment they saw the main hall, everyone was stunned, including Su Luo!
Su Luo once wondered what this legendary tomb, where the Feng family's ancestor was imprisoned, was like.
Now Su Luo really saw it and was really surprised.
This mausoleum is so luxurious and exquisite that it is dazzling.
Inside the main hall, ghosts were running back and forth. Each of them was in the prime of youth, with the most graceful figure and the most exquisite face.
The flowers are in clusters and the fragrance is charming.
The curtains are fluttering, and the lights are shining.
In the center is a golden throne, on which sits a noble king being served by four beautiful ghosts.
Some were massaging shoulders, some were pounding legs, some were feeding the animals, and there was someone waving a fan next to them.
This...how can this be the tomb where people are imprisoned?
This... is clearly the greatest joy in the world!
Even the emperors in the world don’t have such dignity and luxury, right?
Everyone stood there in shock, watching what was happening before their eyes in disbelief.
"Is this really our ancestor?" Feng Jiu Ming murmured.
Feng Songyuan stared at him blankly, took out the portrait of the ancestor and looked at it again and again, then shook his head: "No."
At this moment, Brother Feng Qi suddenly began to tremble as if he had a seizure.
Everyone looked at him.
Feng Qige swallowed hard: "I, I think I know who he is..."
"Who is it?" Everyone was shocked.
However, before Feng Qige could answer, everyone was exposed in front of the king on the golden throne.
"Where are you from?" The man spoke with an accent of Shura.
Although everyone speaks the common language of the continent, whether it is in the Central Continent, the Eighteen Continents, or the Blue Sky Continent, they all speak the same common language of the continent.
However, there are also differences in accent and intonation between common languages.
So when this king opened his mouth, a strong Shura accent came to his face.
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