#1121 Was Nailed by the Sword of the Dragon (2)

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This jade is actually a high-quality mutton fat jade, which is white and translucent, which makes people feel instantly warm.

She walked over and saw a strange picture carved on the table.

The picture shows a blue dragon with a sword pinned to its tail, while the dragon's head is struggling in pain.

Seeing this painting, her heart ached for no reason.

"Everything here is really full of blood, even a painting is so violent and bloody!"

Xiao Qian reached out and touched the smooth jade tabletop, shook his head and said, "The person who made this tomb is obviously a psychopath!"

Yang Zimei's eyebrows were slightly condensed, and her expression was solemn.

Yes, everything here feels too perverted.

She doesn't like it either.

"Master Yang, is this the legendary Dragon Terrace?"

Huo Wenhua asked aside, "I heard Master Song Shaoguang say this before."

Yang Zimei shook his head, "This is different from the Dragon Terrace."

"It turns out that this is really a strange place. Such a large piece of suet white jade, it is really a waste to make such a table here."

Huo Wenhua also touched the white jade table regretfully and said, "If you only measure this white suet fat, it will be worth at least three billion. In the past, I thought I was a rich man. Today's experience has made me understand that I am not It's a little better than a beggar."

His replica ghost also repeated his words.

Yang Zimei was sweating.

Hong Kong's super rich like him say that he is only slightly better than a beggar, so she is simply a beggar.

"Sister, there doesn't seem to be a peach wood card here!"

Xiao Qian and Ripple have been actively drilling around to find the trap's eye.

Everywhere is smooth and clean, there are no gaps, let alone the eyes of the machine.

"Um."

Yang Zimei nodded.

Seeing that dragon's eyes, I suddenly remembered Long Zhutian's eyes.

The more she looked, the more she felt, and the more her heart ached, she couldn't help but stretch out her fingers to gently stroke it.

Fingers suddenly felt cold water.

She retracted her fingers and found that the dragon's eyes suddenly overflowed with water, as if tears were shedding.

The water overflowed more and more and became more and more real.

"Sister, the tail is bleeding too!"

Xiao Qian shouted.

The dragon's tail, which was pinned by the sword, really began to bleed.

She stretched out her finger and touched it carefully.

It was completely made of blood, and it also had a faint smell of blood.

Tears, blood, gradually spread on the smooth table, and then dripped down, dripping on the ground, more and more drops began to spread on the ground.

Yang Zimei and the others stared at the situation in front of them, dumbfounded.

"Sister, think of a way to keep the blood from dripping. It's disgusting."

Xiaoqian shouted.

Yang Zimei didn't know what to do.

If there is a mahogany card gate, she can try it.

The problem is that the situation in front of her is completely beyond her imagination, leaving her at a loss.

After studying hard on the mountain for ten years, and reading all the books in the world, I can't know how this strange scene happened.

Thinking that I touched the dragon's eyes just now, causing it to cry, I don't know if touching it again will stop it.

So, her fingers touched the tearful eyes again with mixed feelings.

I don't know if Long Zhutian's sad tears will also be like this!

Perhaps, his tears were drained by the family tragedy he suffered when he was five years old, and it was impossible to shed any more tears.

The other finger touched the tail that was stuck by the sword, and suddenly it hurt, as if it had been scratched by a sharp blade.

Lifting his finger, he found that it was scratched and bleeding.

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