Turning to his feet, he twitched his nose and sucked twice.

"Smells...like the fragrance of a woman..."

Before the words fell, the face was slapped heavily.

Fuzzy and forced to turn his head, he looked unlovable: "It's not... Third Young Master, why are you hitting me?"

Ling Luoyu flipped his fingertips, flicked a pill in his mouth, and threw another pill to Dingmiao.

"This is Meixiang... if you don't want to make a mistake, just eat it!"

"Magic fragrance?"

Dingmiao was stunned, and quickly vomited the pill.

No wonder!

It was the work of this meeting that he reacted somewhere, and it was still involuntary.

If it hadn't been for the slap on Feng Chenglin's face, his consciousness would have been released.

After swallowing the pill, it was refreshing in the mouth, and the heat was instantly suppressed, and I felt better.

When he fixed his eyes, he met Ling Luoyu's teasing gaze. Feeling flushed.

"I... I'm fine... Although I took a couple of mouthfuls just now, I didn't think anything was wrong..."

"Then your concentration is not bad! This Zimeixiang...very high concentration! As long as you smell it for a while, I will stun you both!"

Feng Chenglin was also very embarrassed: "I don't need it...I am a person who is clean and self-conscious, and I am still a little bit determined..."

Dingmiao: "..."

He said it as if he didn't have much concentration, and he said it quickly.

"I'm fine..."

"Is there any problem? It's not your mouth..."

Ling Luoyu pointed his thumb behind him.

"It's your brain... once your brain gets messed up, then this next mechanism can't be solved..."

At this time Dingmiao and Fengchenglin discovered that they were in a strange, circular room.

The whole room is made of bronze.

On the surface of the bronze wall is carved a strange pattern and various patterns.

"I feel that this is something similar to an office room. As long as one is not careful, our lives may be worrying. Therefore, I think it is better for the two of you to stay awake under such circumstances... Setting the temple..."

Ling Luoyu found that Dingmiao's expression was wrong, her eyebrows clustered.

"what happened?"

Dingmiao looked at the wall in front of him with a complex expression, standing silently.

Feng Chenglin was inexplicably engaged by him: "Dingmiao...you are saying something! Third Young Master...Isn't it that this kid has been caught in Meixiang and started to think about it?"

"Shut up! Watch out for your surroundings."

Ling Luoyu walked to the Dingmiao and followed his gaze.

"These patterns...are there problems?"

"I have seen"

Dingmiao muttered suddenly, breathing quickly.

"I have seen this thing..."

"Have you seen? Have you been here?"

Feng Chenglin choked for the first time.

"If you've been here, why didn't you tell me earlier? It made us feel embarrassed here, and we were not prepared at all!"

Ling Luoyu shook his head slowly: "What he said he had seen...not seen in this place...but in another place, right?"

Dingmiao suddenly looked sideways, and tears appeared in his eyes: "This was built by my grandfather..."

"Who?"

Feng Chenglin was startled, and subconsciously surrendered.

"Your grandfather... that... how long has this thing been?"

"More than four hundred years..."

Feng Chenglin: "..."

Your uncle!

Everyone here has become his thousand-year old demon.