Chapter 972

The mountain is not high, and the road up the mountain is not too difficult, but Li Wenguang tried his best to use the fastest speed. When he rushed to the cottage, it took seven or eight minutes.

His breathing sound was as loud as a bellows, his heart almost jumped out of his throat, and his two legs and stomach trembled constantly. This was the phenomenon of obvious force loss.

It took a third of the time to run for eight minutes. Anyone will be so tired.

Li Wenguang just wants to kneel down on the ground, hold his hands, hang his head, spit out his tongue and have a good rest, even for half a minute.

But he didn't dare.

He suddenly felt that feeling in his heart and suddenly wondered why pan Longyu had arranged for him to go to the king of Tang.

Li Wenguang didn't guess wrong. Pan Longyu was arranging the afterlife at that time.

He had calculated that tonight was the time for him to drive the crane to the West -- it should have been calculated suddenly, otherwise he wouldn't have arranged in such a hurry.

When pan Longyu's deadline was approaching, he arranged for Li Wenguang to go to the king of the Tang Dynasty. That was because he had left a good impression on the old man in the past two years.

Pan Long language, which has a great influence in the senior management of China, since it is the great power in traditional culture, there is no reason not to calculate his own limit of great travel in advance (at least a few days).

But Li Wenguang was sure that Pan Long didn't have this meaning just before tonight.

In Li Wenguang's view, this is quite incredible, just like our ordinary normal people who can hold up a cup and drink water. When reaching out, they find that they have had a stroke and don't listen to their hands and feet.

The accident that can make pan Longyu unable to calculate can only be space!

Time is distorted space!

Pan Longyu suddenly noticed the time distortion of a space. It was because he heard the audio data that he woke up, but it was too late.

At present, the only thing he can do is to arrange Li Wenguang and tell the top secrets with most legendary elements.

He urged Li Wenguang to go down the mountain and return to the city all night because he didn't want Li Wenguang to be affected by his sudden change of fate.

When Li Wenguang understood all this and rushed up the mountain, it was already late.

There was a strong smell of blood floating out of the cottage.

Some people, just after Li Wenguang went down the mountain, poisoned pan Longyu.

Pan Longyu must have arrived early. He didn't hide. This is the arrangement of space.

At this time, Li Wenguang had never been so sober. He opened his mouth and breathed violently. His wide eyes almost stared out of his eyes. He clenched his hands into fists, just like seeing a mad cow in red cloth, walking towards the cottage step by step.

Every step, he would make a dull thump, which proved that he had urged all his strength.

"Stop."

A dark, cold voice came from the cottage.

Li Wenguang stopped.

He couldn't help but stop. In his subconscious mind, the voice was like an invisible wall, more like a sharp knife, severely breaking his motor nerve.

That's the sound of a circle.

Li Wenguang made the most correct judgment when he heard the voice.

"You, you are Fangyuan!"

Li Wenguang swallowed and spit hard, and asked in a dumb voice.

"You go. I don't want to kill you, even though you know too much."

The sound around is still plain and terrible.

"You killed, killed Mr. Pan!"

Li Wenguang did not retreat, but stubbornly raised his chest.

"It should be said that he was dead seven seconds before I started. I killed him just to fulfill the seven second law of two spaces. "

Fang Yuan asked faintly, "you have been around him for so long. You should have heard of the seven second law?"

(the so-called seven second law comes from the experiment made by Pisces jade pendant. It implies that there is a mysterious space, which is only seven seconds away from the space we are familiar with. As mentioned earlier, I won't talk more here.)

Of course, Li Wenguang has heard of this seven second law.

However, slowly speaking, he doesn't believe in the seven second law (other kinds of space). Even if he believes it, he won't go down the mountain like this after pan Longyu was hurt.

There are some things you have to do even if you know it's a death.

This is the man.

Li Wenguang was a man. He bit his lips hard, said no more words, and walked forward with difficulty.

The place where he stopped was at most four meters away from the gate of the cottage. If he had left it in the past, he could jump over with only one vigorous step. Now it seems that it is more difficult than crossing the Milky way.

Fang Yuan didn't speak again. It was like suddenly disappearing. There was no movement at all.

Li Wenguang could feel his cold existence, just like a poisonous snake hanging down from the tree behind him. He had opened his mouth and exposed his fangs, which could give him a fatal blow at the next moment.

Li Wenguang didn't care.

Now he has put life and death aside. Even if he wants to die, he has to ask Fang Yuan face to face. Why did he kill pan Longyu?

If he can persist for a long time, he will tell Fang Yuan a secret: your father Fang Tianming is Mr. Pan's most proud disciple. He still lives in the world. No matter where you come from, killing Mr. Pan is a crime. Both of you, father and son, will suffer the punishment you deserve!

He slowly lifted the curtain of the cottage.

There was no long lamp in the room. What was dark was that he could not see anything.

It's like a gate of death. Just take one step forward and you'll be doomed.

Without hesitation, Li Wenguang raised his feet and went in -- then, he felt that a place under his ribs was stabbed by a needle, but without waiting to react, he was completely trapped in the endless darkness.

With a dull bang, Li Wenguang's body weighing 75 kilograms, like a scarecrow, was kicked up from the hut, hit on the wooden table and rolled to the ground.

He didn't respond at all, just like a real scarecrow.

A few minutes later, someone came out of the cottage.

It's not a square, it's a woman.

The night could not hide her tall and charming figure. When she walked slowly, she was like a snake swinging with her head held high and swaying with an incomparably natural charming style.

Another man came out. This is a man, but it is still not around.

The star light sprinkled on his face. If Xia Xiaoyun was present, he would scream: Dad!

This man was asked in the summer when he was missing for more than two years.

Compared with before, he looked much thinner in summer, and his eyes were deeply sunken. Just like the early recovery of a serious illness, he was full of uncomfortable cold.

Li Wenguang felt the cold smell from summer.

As for the sexy and charming woman, it makes people close their eyes and feel the tenderness and peace she brings, just like the spring breeze gently blowing through the Yumen pass at night.

Summer asked Li Wenguang, walked to the wooden table and asked, "do you want to kill him?"

The woman shook her head, "No. He is more useful alive than dead. "

Summer asked and asked, "do you think he will believe what Panlong said?"

"Why doesn't he believe it?"

The woman asked, "if he doesn't believe it, he won't run back."

"You want to rely on him to further prove that Fang Yuan is not a person in the world."

"Giggle, since Xiao Bei did that, I really have no reason not to help her."

"When will you let Xiao Bei go?"

"Why are you talking about us, not me?"

"You are not qualified to instruct me to do this and that."

Summer asked lightly.

The woman was not angry, but asked faintly, "then who is qualified?"

Summer asked Leng hum and stopped talking.

The woman walked slowly to him, put her arms around his neck, put her lips in his ears and murmured, "Madam said, as long as you are obedient, she will meet your requirements and let Mobei return to normal."

Summer asked cold hum again, but he still didn't speak.

The woman's hand, however, slowly stretched out along the hem of summer's clothes.

Summer asked like a wooden man. His body didn't respond at all, but said faintly, "I'm not used to guarding the dead and doing such things."

"What's the point?"

The woman giggled in a low voice, put her hands around summer's neck, two slender legs stretched out from under the black skirt, slowly coiled around his waist like a snake, and said dreamily: "Tianwen, pan Longyu died naturally after the oil ran out and the lamp dried up, not us -- if we have to say what we killed, it's just that we killed a hare and let the fool under our feet, Mistakenly thinking that we killed pan Longyu, we thought so much. "

"Oh, to tell you the truth, I still can't understand. How did pan Longyu suddenly calculate that he was going to die tonight?"

The woman sighed gently, and her right foot slowly lifted up to the height. Just like the most popular "wall Dong", the skirt slipped down, allowing the stars to see that there was a vacuum in her.

When her right foot, softer than a snake, was hooked on her chin in the summer, he was finally moved and began to move, and the cold tone became loose: "our culture is not something you, a dissolute woman, can understand."

"Cluck, I'm a dissolute woman. What are you?"

The woman didn't care about being scolded by summer, giggled and whispered.

"I'm a puppet."

Summer asked for a moment of silence before answering.

"Madame, you are from that world --"

As soon as the woman said this, summer suddenly threw her down on the wooden table and shouted, "shit! I don't believe there is another world, there is another me! "

After the woman let summer ask about the beginning of incomparable barbarism, she flicked her right finger and gasped quickly, "you, you should believe, there is really such a world!"

With a dull bang, the cottage fell with what the woman bent her fingers and bounced past, and the flame soared.