Chapter 2885 Life Is only a Few Years Short

A pair of sausages on her lips, probably very ugly... But Sikong Zhaiyue felt that she was already old, so it didn't matter if she was ugly, it didn't hurt or itch.

But as soon as the thought came to his mind, his lips started to hurt, as if the pain was deep in his bones.

The little old man felt that he had to be reasonable when he couldn't get through more than a mile, but the maid sister had already brought [Xia Ji] and Bai Zhi with her, and walked directly through the dug hole without giving any chance.

"I'm so angry!" The little old man suddenly exploded with anger... His blood pressure began to surge again with anger rising, and he couldn't help but quickly look for the mouth spray in his pocket.

"Old man, do you want to reason with me?" Zhao Huaian suddenly patted the little old man on the shoulder and asked for the second time: "Are you sure you really want to reason with a woman?"

Sikong Zhaiyue was silent. After the silence, he looked like he was looking at a traitor and said, "Why are you okay?"

Zhao Huaian shrugged and went up without saying anything.

…

It must be said that the little old man's ability to dig holes seemed to be beyond the standard - the moment Zhao Huaian climbed out of the hole, he was almost blinded by a burst of light.

"[Red King] Treasure House..." Zhao Huaian murmured: "It's so easy..."

What did he do?

Holding an engineering shovel, digging tofu was smooth and smooth, neither thrilling nor thrilling...and then, here - the whole process was so incredible.

The treasures of [Red King] will naturally not be simple vulgar items such as gold, silver, and jewelry... At this moment, Zhao Huaian seemed to have entered a materials market, and they were all priceless materials. Some of them could only be found in legends. mentioned in.

He casually picked up a hanging long sword and felt waves of numbness in his palm. The blade of the sword was flowing, and there seemed to be a thunder dragon swimming in it.

The essence of a powerful dragon beast is sealed in this sword... I'm afraid it will soon give birth to a dragon spirit!

"Such a magic weapon was abandoned here casually..." Zhao Huaian breathed out slowly, but quickly put the sword back to its original place.

"Take it if you like it. You're here." The little old man climbed up from behind, his eyes were filled with greed. He shook off a tattered bag, opened it, and a wave of suspension instantly floated in the treasure house. He was scrolling around, intending to put everything he saw into his bag, "If you have it quickly, you will have it. If you have it quickly, you can take as much as you can, depending on your ability!"

This is really an old bastard, he only turned back to remind me after he ran away!

Zhao Huaian shook his head, but he was not in a hurry to collect all kinds of treasures here. Instead, he observed the actions of the maid lady at this time - he found that the maid lady was standing in front of a gilded door... In front of the door is a dark green floating bead the size of a millstone.

"Miss Youye, did you find anything?"

The maid said calmly: "The defense level of this door is relatively high...it is made of other craftsmanship."

It was relatively new to use craftsmanship to describe it. Zhao Huaian couldn't help but look at it a few more times and muttered: "There is a secret door in the treasure house. It seems that the things inside must be more precious. I just don't know if this door can be opened."

"I'll give it a try." I saw Sikong Zhaiyue walking towards me with a smile at this time. The broken bag was now suspended in the air and following him, still sucking the treasures around him. "If I guessed correctly, there must be [Red King] inside." 】The real secret...[Red King Armor]!"

The maid lady glanced at the little old man.

Zhao Huaian is a smart guy and asked directly: "What is [Red King Armor]? Senior, you are here already, you can't hide it!"

At this time, Sikong Zhaiyue put his ears directly to the door and kept tapping with his fingers, "It is said that the [Red King Armor] is the battle armor of the [God]. In the former [Red Wasteland], the [God] was the supreme Yes, the battle armor of [God] is the source of all power. God gave the battle armor to [Red King], and [Red King] had the capital to compete with the second generation emperor of the empire, and in the [Red Wasteland] , a huge civilization was created that was completely different from the Witch God Empire. You may not know that ten thousand years ago, the [Red Wasteland] was an oasis, with rich land, not comparable to the barrenness of the Witch God Empire... All of this, It’s all brought about by the power of [God]... It’s strange that this door doesn’t have any flaws?”

The little old man couldn't help frowning at this time.

"Senior, let's let Miss You Ye do it. She is the master of mechanisms." Zhao Huaian said: "She also successfully cracked the gate of [Red King's Mausoleum]."

Sikong Zhaiyue was silent...but he had personally experienced the maid's ability to easily crack the secret box. "Okay, let her try it."

The two of them looked at the maid at the same time.

Unexpectedly, the maid lady didn't seem to hear it at this time - she actually lost interest in this door without knowing it, and turned to study an ancient scroll that she didn't know where to find - Zhao Huaian believed This Miss Youye is professional... At least this mysterious lady is wearing white gloves now. She seems to have a professional look as if she doesn't want to destroy the ancient scroll?

"Miss Youye?" He called softly.

"Ah, I'm sorry." The maid girl raised her head at this time, "I was too absorbed in it, so I didn't hear what you two said. Is something okay?"

The treasure house was so quiet that you could hear the sound of flies flying by... Sikong Zhaiyue frowned and said, "Girl, if you like ancient scrolls and documents, I will pick out all these things for you later. Okay, but if you want to study it, you can take it home and study it slowly. The most important thing now is to open this treasure door. What’s inside is the big head! See if you can open the treasure door here!"

The maid suddenly narrowed her eyes and said, "Is the old gentleman ordering me to do something?"

Zhao Huaian shuddered unexpectedly, but Sikong Zhaiyue frowned and said, "It's pointless to say this. As long as you can open this door, it's okay for me to kneel here and call your mother. Since you are here to hunt for treasures. , don’t worry about such details!”

"Oh, what the old gentleman meant is that I am a little petty..." The maid sighed, "Is that what you mean?"

——Holy shit, this woman is poisonous?

Sikong Zhaiyue's face changed slightly, and then he sneered, "I don't have time to talk nonsense with you here. I've seen this old man often before he touches this real treasure. The plot of just biting each other is really boring. Even if you want to divide the spoils, you have to wait until we get out."

"Old sir, I don't understand what you are talking about..." the maid said calmly: "Do you want to share the things here with me?"

Sikong Zhaiyue couldn't help but rolled his eyes, and was about to speak, but Zhao Huaian suddenly pulled the corner of his clothes.

"What are you trying to do with me?" the little old man said slightly angrily, "It's just a last resort, do you want to cause trouble?"

Zhao Huaian curled his lips, shrugged and said, "Senior, I'm doing this for your own good."

"Hmph! Do you really think that my old man is easy to bully?" Sikong Zhiyue took a deep breath at this time, and immediately moved his arms. His withered body was instantly filled, and the clothes on his body exploded with a loud roar.

Little old man... no, at this moment, Sikong Zhaiyue, who has majestic muscles, fights the green dragon on the left, the white tiger on the right, and finally the white crane spreads its wings. The energy in his body is rising steadily. Like a broken bamboo, he actually advanced to the seventh level in an instant. The level of a monk.

"This is... [Xieyue Mountain]'s secret, [divine fighting] technique?" Zhao Huaian's expression changed, "Old man Sikong, are you from [Xieyue Mountain]?"

"I am a green dragon on the left and a white tiger on the right!" Sikong Zhaiyue was unparalleled in his momentum at this moment. He opened his mouth and spat out, and saw two short sticks fly out and turned into silver nunchucks, dancing in the wind.

"Ada!! Oh oh oh!" The little old man held his nunchucks at his waist. At this time, he stretched out his hand and waved, "Let me tell you! Sikong Zhaiyue is definitely not a sick man of the slanting moon!"

boom--!

A mace suddenly fell down, and the image of a blue dragon on the left and a white tiger on the right was instantly smashed away. The terrifying big stick suddenly hit the back of the little old man's head, which made the little old man's eyes flash with stars and his steps staggered... He staggered around a few times and fell directly to the ground.

The old man's muscular body shriveled up like a deflated balloon, leaving only rows of ribs.

Behind Sikong Zhaiyue, Bai Zhi could be seen holding up the mace stick with an interesting look on her face, looking innocent and innocent.

"Hit, hit!" Bai Zhi said to [Xia Ji] at this time: "Hit?"

"Okay." [Xia Ji] nodded and signaled Bai Zhi to come back.

Bai Zhi threw the mace at the little old man and ran back to [Xia Ji] like a little rabbit, "Hit! Beat!"

"Let's fight next time." [Xia Ji] said expressionlessly.

"Hmm..." Bai Zhi touched her lips, thought for a while and nodded, "Yeah!"

But Sikong Zhaiyue finally managed to regain his composure, but was crushed again by the thrown mace - the big stick was so heavy that it almost broke the old man's back... But the man was Can't get up anymore.

"I thought you were really a secret disciple of [Xieyue Mountain]." Zhao Huaian shook his head: "Old senior, it seems you haven't learned the essence of this secret skill... Did you learn it secretly? Or did you buy it on the black market? Pirated exercises?"

"You... bully the old man, you are unethical!" Sikong Zhaiyue cried loudly, "The world is declining, and people's hearts are not as old as they used to be. If you cross a bridge and get slapped, you will die...Help, you are bullying the old man!"

However, they saw [Xia Ji] flashing in front of Sikong Zhaiyue, holding the cigarette stick away with one hand, carrying the little old man with the other, and returned to the maid.

"First of all." The maid smiled slightly and said, "This is for you."

The maid casually handed the ancient scroll in her hand to Sikong Zhaiyue - he instinctively took it in his hand... What's going on?

"This is the intelligence fee." The maid said, "Old sir, let's settle the account."

"What...what kind of account is it?" Sikong Zhaiyue suddenly felt something bad.

"The information just now is for you to tell us when it is safer to enter the [Red King] Palace." The maid glanced around again at this time, stretched out her hand and grabbed a spar from the air, "This is As a toll for using your channel. Although you spent a lot of effort to develop the channel, considering that you developed this road for yourself in the first place, it cannot be counted in this action... … Is it fair that we pay tolls?”

Sikong Zhaiyue opened her mouth, only to feel that [Xia Ji]'s palm holding the back of her neck seemed to be crushed, and she quickly exclaimed: "Fair! Fair!"

The maid said: "The next part is from the bathhouse to here, using the tools I provided, right? So, I will take a share first."

As she said that, the maid girl hooked her fingers - the little old man's tattered bag suddenly flew out of control towards Bai Zhi, who caught it in her hand without saying a word.

"?" Sikong Zhaiyue was dumbfounded at this moment, "You...what are you going to do? This is me..."

"Of course this bag belongs to you." The maid said sternly: "So, I didn't intend to ask for this bag... However, I remember that senior also said that when you enter the treasure house, how much you can take depends on your ability."

Sikong Zhaiyue's mouth almost fell to the ground.

"So." The maid girl narrowed her eyes, opened her palms, and the little old man took out the ancient scrolls and crystals in his hands instantly, "I'm sorry, old gentleman, I want them all."

"No--!!!"

…

It was like a body that had been violated countless times by alien beasts and had lost its soul.

Sikong Zhiyue lay on the floor of the treasure house that was as smooth as a mirror. He stared blankly at the ceiling of the treasure house that was also smooth, and a tear slipped quietly from the corner of his eye.

Gone, empty... The treasure trove was all emptied, and it was right in front of him - and not a single thing could fit into his pocket.

Old Zhao stretched out his fingers and rubbed the little old man's face, "Senior, are you okay?"

"Kill me..." Sikong Zhaiyue said blankly, and then he kicked his feet like a child rolling on the ground, "Kill me! My treasure!!"

"Old senior, this is for you." Zhao Huaian sighed, took out a bead from his pocket and put it into Sikong Zhaiyue's hand.

Sikong Zhaiyue was stunned.

Zhao Huaian lowered his voice and said, "I just put this in my pocket quietly, don't make any noise."

"This..." Sikong Zhaiyue was moved in her heart, but she opened her mouth and said subconsciously: "What kind of treasure is this? Why do I feel like I have seen it somewhere..."

"These are antiseptic beads." Zhao Huaian said with a smile: "They are used by dead people. If you hold them in your mouth, they can keep the body intact for thousands of years. You should be very familiar with it, senior. I'm afraid you can't tell when you will die suddenly. Think about this thing It should suit you quite well."

"I, I, I, I... I will chop you to death!!" The little old man threw the beads in his hand towards Old Zhao without saying a word.

At this moment, there was only a strange sound... The gilded door opened a gap at some point - and at this time, the maid lady stood in front of the door.

Zhao Huaian and Sikong Zhaiyue held their breath at the same time and stared at the open door.

At this moment, the maid suddenly looked back and said, "Old sir, do you want to go in and get your things first? I will take them from you later based on my ability."

"..." Sikong Zhaiyue touched the spray in her pocket, took a few sips, and then grasped Zhao Huaian's collar out of breath, "Quickly...quickly give the antiseptic beads...beads, give them here I……"

Zhao Huaian suddenly had a thought: Is this old man afraid that he won't be able to survive the Red King Festival?