Quickly Pass Through the Villain, He is Soft and Sweet

Shen Wanqing came to the previous town again. When she came to the tomb, the entrance of the tomb was already blocked, but it didn't matter if it was blocked, because she knew there was a direct way to the tomb.

At the entrance of the cave, Shen Wanqing jumped in with a flashlight.

"Host, do you think the patron's father will be here?" 748 looked around and asked Shen Wanqing uncertainly.

"Don't I have to ask you this question? Don't you always claim to be the number one genius in the world? Why can't you even find out about this?" Shen Wanqing walked slowly through the dark corridor with a flashlight.

748 was a little embarrassed when he heard the words, "This plane is a bit mysterious, and I can't detect whether the patron's father is here. Host, I'm a little worried... After all, it's been a thousand years, and the patron's father is just an ordinary person. The gold master's father shouldn't..."

Shen Wanqing's expression remained unchanged, "Don't worry, the boy will definitely have a way to revive himself after a thousand years. Look at this tomb, the formations and illusions are exquisite and wonderful. Since the boy can build such a tomb, then He's also not ordinary."

748 didn't speak anymore, Shen Wanqing walked over with a flashlight all the way. It's strange to say that when I first came here, there were still many formations and thrilling traps, but now there is nothing here.

It just... feels like it was removed on purpose.

Shen Wanqing pursed her lips and came to the tomb by memory.

Seeing the pattern inside the tomb, Shen Wanqing suddenly frowned.

She remembered that when she saw it before, the layout inside was still full of red gauze, festive and weird. But when I saw it now, the things were still the same, they hadn't moved or changed, but those weird red veils had all disappeared.

There were many burning candles in the tomb, so Shen Wanqing turned off the flashlight and put it in his pocket again.

As soon as she put the flashlight in, Shen Wanqing felt that the bracelet on her hand was also faintly hot.

Shen Wanqing caressed the bracelet with her fingers, and there was an incomprehensible darkness in her beautiful phoenix eyes, and her tone suddenly became soft, "I know, you woke up. When I first entered this tomb, You'll wake up when it's time, right, otherwise there's no way there's nothing in the coffin."

"That's right, Susu." Suddenly, the corners of the girl's lips hooked up, her smile was lazy but pretty.

A slender pale finger suddenly grasped her wrist, and the young man's slender arms wrapped around her waist.

The back she was leaning on was very cold, and the boy's chin rested on her shoulder, his voice was cold and tender, "Qingqing, you are finally here."

Holding the boy's cold fingers, Shen Wanqing frowned, she turned around, looked at the still familiar delicate face, she sighed, feeling a little distressed.

"Sorry to keep you waiting."

To her, it was just a few days, but to the boy, he had slept for thousands of years for himself.

The young man in front of him was dressed in crimson clothes and had long eyebrows like willows. His eyebrows and eyes were still somewhat indifferent, but his face was still exquisite and beautiful, as if he was a young man with an oil-paper umbrella walking out of the smoky West Lake weeping willows.

The young man had a slender figure, and his arms were gently wrapped around her. His movements were light enough to show how much attention and care he took.