With a wave of his hand, Cheng Xiaowen, with a surprised look, followed from a distance.
The speed was not hurried or slow, he deliberately fell behind by a lot of steps, and did not appear in the sight of Ye Yang.
As for this stupid junior girl with an anxious look around, just worry if you are anxious, maybe you have to knock her out when necessary.
On the other side, Ye Yang and the two quickly walked across the sea of fire swamp.
The situation here is more barren than the rest of the lava mountain.
There are withered and twisted branches and strangely shaped rocks everywhere.
Of course, the protagonist of the lava mountain, flame and lava are indispensable.
What surprised Ye Yang was that he didn't encounter any fire beasts along the way.
According to normal circumstances, shouldn't the old flame demon send a controlled fire beast to stop them?
What kind of medicine is sold in this old flame demon's gourd?
Ye Yang came to the Yan Demon cave with a trace of doubt.
Ma Shuo looked at the dark cave with a chill in his heart.
"Shall we go in?" he asked.
"Of course," Ye Yang strode into the cave, "follow me."
The two stalked into the cave with their heads high, as if they had entered a new world.
As they gradually penetrated into the cave, the surrounding dark rock walls unexpectedly changed.
The rock wall slowly turned into an exquisite European-style wall made of red bricks.
There is actually a golden wall lamp every few steps.
After walking for a few minutes, a spacious European-style hall appeared before their eyes.
Ma Shuo was obviously a little surprised at this change.
In a lava mountain full of smoke and heat, is there such an elegant medieval European palace?
You are no longer just a question of a sense of violation!
Even the style of painting has changed!
Ye Yang didn't show Ma Shuo's expression, but stared at the huge gate of this palace thoughtfully.
"Squeaky--"
The door was slowly pushed open from inside.
Two servants wearing delicate shirts smiled at them and extended their right arms to them, seeming to welcome them into the hall.
A **** red carpet appeared in the line of sight, extending into the depths of the hall.
Ma Shuo was a little surprised.
Ye Yang smiled slightly and strode down the cashmere red carpet.
Ma Shuo bite the bullet to follow.
The two entered the hall and saw the situation inside the hall again.
Marshau immediately slapped his tongue.
Every few steps on both sides of the red carpet, there is a floor-to-ceiling silver lamp, one person tall, and the silver surface reflects the light shiningly.
And beside each silver lamp stood a servant with a respectful and fanatical expression.
Of course, their respect and enthusiasm were not toward Ye Yang, but toward the master of this hall.
The red carpet extends under a long sterling silver table.
On the other side of the long table is a middle-aged man sitting on a velvet chair.
He was wearing a well-tailored tuxedo, and his chest was covered with exquisite badges and medals.
His appearance is even more surprising, surprisingly young and handsome.
Age did not erase his heroic spirit, but added a bit of vicissitudes and perseverance to this handsome face.
If you have to use a down-to-earth word to describe it, that is...
Handsome uncle.
And he is a handsome man with money.
"Welcome guests from afar, please take a seat."
The handsome uncle spoke emotionally, his voice full of majesty and magnetism.
Ye Yang even felt that if he were a woman, he might have been convinced.