Counterattack on the giants: the villain male god is a girl

Chapter 1885 What the hell is this place?
The sound of icy leather shoes in this silent corridor seemed to be colder than the gust of cold wind.

Miraculously, the wind suddenly stopped, silent and breathless...

Sure enough, some people became so ruthless that they were even afraid of ghosts...

Nangong Jing looked at the two black roads on the left and right, hesitated for a few seconds, and chose to go to the left.

Because that gust of wind, when it passed in front of him, was heading in this direction.

I have to say that some people are definitely not as strong as ordinary people...

As soon as he stepped into the corridor on the left, the oil lamp on the wall suddenly ignited spontaneously, and the dim candle flame stretched out his shadow for a long time.

He stopped in his tracks and turned his head tremblingly. The corridor on the right had disappeared, and it was pitch black again.

Nangong Jinghan narrowed her eyes slightly, she still couldn't figure it out, what is this place?
Turning around, looking at the endless corridor, and at the dead Jian Junxi
After placing a kiss on the corner of her icy lips, he continued to walk deep with his long legs...

Just like this, turning left and turning right, Nangong Jing walked for more than an hour with Jian Junxi in her arms.

Although Jian Junxi is not heavy, but he carried her for two hours, and he has not eaten food, let alone a seat to rest.
No matter how good the physical strength was, it was almost exhausted, the torrential sweat dripped out one by one, and the feet seemed to be tied with sandbags, and the pace became slower and slower.

But no matter how tired he was, he still held Jian Junxi tightly in his arms.

The Buddhist beads in Jian Junxi's hand suddenly emitted a layer of pale golden light, which looked extraordinarily bright in this dark corridor.

Nangong Jing's dark eyes suddenly deepened a little, as if feeling that she was about to reach her destination, she quickened her pace...

At the end of the road, it is no longer a corridor, but a red pavilion surrounded by lush old trees.

The main pavilion has two floors, up and down flying gold and green, overflowing colors and flowing red, the edge of the beam top is inlaid with ocean maps, and the waves behind the sea push the waves ahead.

Surging and turbulent, the rolled up waves are like pairs of big hands, holding up gourds and fishes one after another, and the carvings are very lifelike.

Panting, Nangong Jing walked to the door of the pavilion, only to see that wooden door opened automatically again.

What caught the eye was an antique wooden table with many miniature Buddhas placed on it.

The Tathagata Buddha is placed in the middle of the top, Bodhisattvas such as Avalokitesvara are placed on both sides, and the incense candles in the incense burner are about to burn out.

He walked through the door with Jian Junxi in his arms and walked in. What came to his face was a faint scent of sandalwood. The room was not big, about twenty square meters.

There are two large wooden chairs next to the table, and a soft cushion is placed under it, which has deep creases and looks old. It can be judged that someone often meditates here and chant sutras.

There is an old solid wood bed on the left, with milky white mosquito nets hanging around the bed, the quilts on the bed are neatly folded, and a desk is placed beside the bed.

There are brushes, inkstones and inkstones on the neat desk, as well as some scriptures, which should be read frequently, which look a bit worn out.

On the right is a small table with some incense candles and a word on the wall.

"The sea of ​​bitterness is boundless, if you turn your head and stay on the shore, put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately."

The font is strong and powerful, and it is as light as a surprise. One can tell that there are many years of calligraphy skills at a glance, but the room is empty.

There seemed to be a door next to the small table, half-opened and half-closed, Nangong Jing frowned, walked over with Jian Junxi in her arms.

The door opened automatically, and what came into view was a very beautiful crystal room shining with golden light
(End of this chapter)