The tiger stared at the boy for a few seconds, then slowly came up, to see that it should be to give the boy a lesson.

“Leave off!”

The tone of the orange was calm, and the tiger looked back in amazement, and he could not understand why the orange was stopped.

Hou Orange did not look at him, but looked at the boy helplessly, and his tone was lukewarm: "Next time I won't stop."

“No, you broke me, don’t you feel bad?”The broth has no faceless path.

Hou Orange stared at him, told him not to step in, but this person did not know how to write these four words, opened the face has been black into the bottom of the pot of the tiger, directly gathered in front of the orange orange.

He did not speak, so he stared at the orange orange, the latter was somewhat annoyed by his stare, pushed him away directly, so that he did not come here.

“Is it possible to mess up somewhere else?”The boy’s voice was even more excited.

The tiger grabbed the collar of the boy, the other two black people will also be surrounded by the children, the children will let us save him, I do not have this mind.

Hou orange is also a girl's house, this boy does not know to converge some, girl, the skin is thin, even in this case even if it is careful maintenance can do nothing.

Of course I would not save him, who let him speak, not to provoke others at this time.

In fact, I found that this flowering tiger is not only about the orange orange, not only because the Minister gave him the task, I suspect that there are other reasons, but I can not guess the specific reasons.

Of course, the flower-spotted tigers did not get cheap, and at this time, the tigers were considered to be heroes, so the thorns were still very measured, but the tigers did not have the opportunity to be close to the orange oranges.

“You’re not being polite, are you too much to help me?”When he saw that there was no good fruit to eat in the orange, he sat down at peace, but he still did not stop complaining to me.

I looked at him, then rolled my eyes: "You have this time, please study how this door should be opened, is it?"

I was lazy to pay him, let him have the energy to see, I am really a little uneasy in my heart.

Because the locking soul is too easy to crack, the little boy suffered a minor injury, and I almost have no injuries on the man who solved the Taoist, which is too strange.

I’m still a little worried about what’s going to happen.

Get out of this place as soon as possible!

He sighed like a little daughter-in-law, and then slowly stood up: "Oh, I'm a labor force, you all know to bully me."

No one ignored him at all, and after taking two steps, he returned to normal, crouching in front of the little door in the dog hole, but half a second, suddenly hello.

“What happened?”I immediately asked.

He shook his head and said it was okay, but it felt a little strange, and waited until he was sure.

I didn’t ask him that, but I just focused more on him.

Just now I thought that the organ that Miss Autumn could not solve was certainly not so easy, so I did not pay much attention, but I did not expect that the boy found out so quickly.

“It’s no use, that’s a guise...” Miss Autumn frowned.

I asked her what she meant, and she spread out and said there was a device on the door, a connected bomb, and she had just been slow to do it.But in the end, it was found that this was a fake, and the bomb would not detonate.

The bomb device?

My heart leapt, how is this tomb a modern thing?

Miss Qiu obviously knew what I was thinking, and she sighed softly: "The medicine of death has been found."

I suddenly looked at her and said that if this immortal medicine was found, it would not make sense for a group of us to stay here for fear?

"No," said Miss Autumn, shaking her head, "I doubt that the immortal medicine had been taken away without these organs, but you think about why there are so many modern organs here?"

I immediately understood what she meant, someone found the indelible medicine, but did not have the ability to take away, so it is willing to spend so much energy to protect, no, should be to prevent the theft of the tomb.

Miss Autumn saw me react, gently nodded, said that whether it is the state or local forces that can make out such an organ, is not something that can be compared to those of us, they have not been able to get it, I am afraid that it is also difficult for us.

Yes...

I looked at the boy who was squatting in front of me to study explosives, and I just thought that the task of this trip was really a headache, and it seemed that every second there was an accident.

“Do you have a knife on you?”The boy suddenly turned to ask.

I brought the dagger I had changed, and he shook his head, "No, it's too big."

“What about this?”Miss Autumn felt a blade that was estimated to be thin with only blades from her waist, and her eyes lit up, saying this was it.

He took the blade over and carefully inserted it into the slit of the door, but he did not see him insert it.

But he did not give up, but grinding it over and over again, and after about ten minutes, the blade finally went in without the width of the nail cover.

But this time, the boy's face was even more panicked, he turned to us to make a silent gesture, and then put his ear to the door.

He made us feel strange in this way, but we all held our breath and dared not disturb him!

The hand of the boy was very regular, and the blade rubbed in the middle of the door with his movements, and the harsh voice made me feel all over my hair.

But I have to hold back, and my look tells me that what he’s doing now has a lot to do with being able to open the door.

“Ansthe, listen carefully.”

The boy beckoned to me, and I went at once, like him, putting his ear to the door, and then his hand, and a strange sound burrowed into his ear.

Not the harsh sound of the blade on the door, but another sound that was masked by the sound, like a knock on the door with two fingers.

What is it?

My scalp was tingled, turning my head to look at the boy, but the boy still made a silent gesture to me, so that I did not say anything.

It makes me scalp more, don't you say?

If you don't let this knock on the door find it normal, what does it mean not to say?

Who among us has a problem?

It should not be a 701 person, because we all understand that the red eyebrows are not likely, because his people are basically annihilated, and I have not seen how they are connected.

Is that Abby?

Only he was very mysterious, originally seemed very resistant to and with us into the tomb, but after Khumbu forced him to come in, he seemed to accept, very silent along the way, not much to talk about, only occasionally to express some opinions on our words.

I shook my head, but the boy was already listening to the sound, and it didn’t matter what I was thinking.

This man, always so surprised, no matter how to kill.

But I didn’t bother too much, just put this in my heart and pay a little attention to it.

As I was struggling, I saw the boy raise his hand and then knock it.

His frequency was exactly the same as the frequency I heard, but he knocked more.Soon, there was also a knock on the door, two more than the little boy, but the interval between them was different.

Someone is communicating with...

I was shocked to see the boy, but his attention was all on communicating with this inexplicable person, and he did not look at me at all.

I squatted and listened to him and the other knock on the door, and you came and went, for about three minutes, and then the boy looked up at me, and this moment I saw that he was a little confused, and seemed to ask me why I was here?

“Are you the boy?”I asked hesitantly.

He looked at me and asked me why I asked him why he asked me this question, and I pointed to his face and said that the expression on your face I had never seen before.

He also raised his hand and touched his face, saying that he did not think there was anything wrong with his expression.

I didn’t say anything, just let him say what he was doing.

“Nature is communicating, don’t you feel it?”I looked at him and seemed to me ask an idiot question.

I slapped him in the head: "Whose mother asked you this, who are you communicating with, what is saying, what is this mother's?" 」

(PS: Welcome to the old nine prestige public number: Daomen Laojiu, there will be four girls in the future.))