Chapter 538

It looks very abrupt.

The warlord went over and knocked on the plaster board. There was an empty sound inside. Han hanjue pushed hard, and the gypsum board slid to the side.

There is also an outer wall outside, but the one sewn with nanmu looks very strong.

The corridor between the inner and outer walls is dark.

Han hanjue turned on the flashlight of his mobile phone and went into the black corridor. Only then did he see that the corridor was made up of steps, which were no more than 30 cm wide. Normal people could not walk freely.

His face turned pale, and the hair in his hand was like a fire, and his internal organs were about to burn.

This chestnut hair was found in the corridor by Jin Cao. Does she live in the corridor?

Is she a normal person?

"President." The sound of strong grass appeared in time.

Lord Zhan turned slowly.

Jincao saw that the president's body was shaking violently, and his lips were bloodless. It's not just huge concerns.

"Strong grass..." the cold Lord suddenly seized the strong grass's arms, "find her, save her!"

Jincao's eyes are full of doubts, but if you see the hair leaking out between the president's fingers, if Jingcao has some understanding.

"President, I will help you to rescue her." The strong grass is solemn.

He helped him to the chair and sat down. He poured a cup of hot tea for him with consideration, "president, drink a cup of tea to make you scared."

Han hanjue took it and drank it with his neck up.

Not long after that, Lord Zhan felt weak and weak. He thought that maybe he had too much insomnia recently, and his body would have these bad symptoms. He didn't think much about it, but he was lying in bed and sleeping in his clothes.

Jingcao waited for the president for a while. Seeing the frown on the president's brow, Jingcao's eyes flashed a touch of heartache.

He turned and walked to the corridor, his eyes glowing. Finally, he put his head into the corridor, shrunk his bones and got into the corridor.

Along the long corridor, the strong grass exerts the bone shrinking skill to move forward difficultly, and finally arrives at a wide place. The strong grass stretches its muscles and bones. By this time he was exhausted.

The vision was dark, but with the strong grass's intuition, he could feel that there were people around him.

Jincao takes out his mobile phone and turns on the flashlight. That's the action. He has a dagger on his throat.

Strong grass lips hook out a smile of self mockery. Looking up at the man holding him, this man with a veil, only a pair of eyes, strong grass remembered his eyes.

Shrug. Diao'er Lang was in charge, "brother, my own man."

"Who is your own man?" The man was as big as an ox. he grabbed the back neck of Jincao and picked it up.

"Let me go."

Jin Cao looks at this treacherous place, and her eyes sweep over a woman in the corner. She looks at the strong grass in horror.

This woman has long chestnut hair...

is she the woman the president is looking for?

The next second, who knows the strength of the grass.

"Go."

In the view of strong grass, it is dark. Immediately after the neck a cool, strong grass fainted on the ground.

During the lunch break, Yan Xiaoru went to xiangding garden with a plate of iced fruit.

If you enter your own home, you will walk to the master bedroom on the second floor.

"Brother Zhan?" Yan Xiaoru yelled several times in front of the door, convinced that the people inside were asleep, Yan Xiaoru pushed the door and entered.

Han Jue is already asleep, and his side face is very beautiful. Perhaps it was because he was asleep that he had lost a lot of cold.

Yan Xiaoru put Rosemary in Enter the censer cauldron, and then sit down at the head of the bed, and gently rub the face of Lord Zhan with his hand.

"Brother Zhan, do you want it?" Yan Xiaoru's eyebrows and eyes are full of smile, and her voice is full of fatal charm.

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