Chapter 6567: That's it-7

Dingmiao responded casually: "Who is Hao Qingyou?"

"His wife!"

Dingmiao: "..."

After Fengchenglin fell, the searing heat hit him instantly.

For a while, I regretted: "I knew I had asked San Shao for some ice to eat."

Under the scorching heat, his clothes seemed to burn, and he felt uncomfortable when he was hot. He simply used his hands to tear his shirt apart, went into battle shirtless, and threw the shirt down.

"Chish"

When the clothes met the molten slurry, a small flame rose up in a flash, and vanished in a blink of an eye.

Feng Chenglin cursed and motioned to continue putting the rope down.

He knew his role, that is, the vanguard and the vanguard. He didn't expect him to find an exit, but to test the reaction of the real Changyang.

——If you can't find an exit, the woman must be waiting for the show calmly.

But if he finds an exit, the real Changyang person will definitely be uncomfortable and will definitely make trouble.

She finally trapped a few of them, how could she give them a chance to escape! ?

Besides, there is also a very important Shao Huanyang here.

Therefore, as long as you see the real Changyang intervening, it shows that they are really close to the exit.

And this is exactly Ling Luoyu's plan.

As the first chess piece, what Feng Chenglin did was simply perfunctory.

It didn't take long for him to fly up, using the bulge on the rock wall, to move up.

"No, it's too hot..."

Wiping the sweat that rolled into his eyes, he sat down on the ground.

"I suggest you, when you go down, it is best to use ice first, otherwise, you will have a feeling of being burned on the fire...that taste..."

After thinking about it, I gave a one-word summary-cool! !

"I'm coming." Dingmiao also took off his coat, leaving only a middle coat, tied the rope around his waist, and looked at the Gu worm meaningfully.

Ling Luoyu knows: "It doesn't matter, there are us!"

Dingmiao flew down, and Feng Chenglin grasped the rope in a timely manner, wrapped it around his waist, and pulled it forcefully.

The figure of Dingmiao below paused, and calmly descended.

Shao Huanyang came over and looked down: "Do you not believe me, or do you think you are really lucky?"

He squinted at the wind into the forest, his eyes were obviously provocative.

Feng Chenglin met his gaze disapprovingly: "Luck is not something you can have if you want to. It has to be touched. If we don't have one of us, we ran into it..."

The voice did not fall--

"Miss Ling..."

The voice of Dingmiao came from below.

Ling Luoyu, who had been waiting for a long time, flew down and fell down on the shoulders of Dingmiao gracefully.

"found it?"

"Not sure, but..."

"There is no heat wave..." Ling Luoyu quickly realized something was wrong.

The place where they are, logically speaking, should be the kind where the heat waves are raging and the people who roast them are sweating.

However, as far as the hands can reach, a section of the area seems to be made hollow, without any heat.

"It's here..."

Ling Luoyu flew down, stood side by side with Dingmiao, glanced at each other, tacitly.

At this moment, the space shook suddenly.