Violent General Sheng Shichong

Apart from this weird scene, since entering the door, Feng Li wrinkled her nose sharply, and there was a strange smell.

The scent was not that of ordinary spices, nor of flowers.

Feng Li couldn't tell, although the smell wasn't strong, he still felt uncomfortable.

After hesitating for a moment, Feng Li felt the darkness and walked towards the table, lit the candle on the candlestick, picked up the candle and was about to bend down, when suddenly he felt his ankle was grabbed.

In a panic, the candle dropped from his hand and fell to the ground, and then the candle was stomped out.

The person under the table crawled out and grabbed the ankle he was holding. Fortunately, Feng Li used his strength to break free, otherwise he would be dragged down.

Feng Li took two steps back abruptly, her face turned serious, and she stared at Fu Yuan in a defensive posture.

After Fu Yuan stood up, covering his face with long hair and wearing pajamas, he stood upright for a while.

The room was pitch black, Feng Li could only see the outline, and called out tentatively: "General?"

Fu Yuan's body seemed to tremble, and he rushed over suddenly shouting!His arm was obviously in an offensive posture, Feng Li's eyes were slightly opened, and the moment Fu Yuan swung his fist over, Feng Li dodged aside in time.

Feng Li practiced killing with hidden weapons, so he would not have an advantage in a head-to-head confrontation, especially when the opponent couldn't hurt him, he was even more passive.

"Zhu Yun! Fetch water!" Feng Li yelled out the door, while dodging Fu Yuan's punch.

Zhu Yun glanced in, responded with a cry, and hurriedly ran to fetch water.

Fu Yuan has a strong physique, and the strength of his punches can be seen from Shen Weiqing's current appearance. Feng Li originally wanted to try his acupoints, but he never found a suitable opportunity, and the clothes on Feng Li were also covered by Fu Yuan. Caught off.

It's really evil to be able to have such a skill speed when you are sick!

Zhu Yun brought a basin of water and stood outside the door anxiously, "My lord! The water is coming! The little one... dare not go in!"

Feng Li saw the timing and jumped onto the table, jumped over Fu Yuan's head in a volley, ran to the door to take the basin of water, Fu Yuan reacted quickly and chased after him, Feng Li turned around and avoided.

Zhu Yun looked anxious, and his palms were sweating nervously.

Finally Feng Li found the right moment and poured water on Fu Yuan without hesitation.

After Fu Yuan was drenched in water, he paused, then staggered two steps back and finally woke up.

He shook his head, pushed back the hair on his face, and froze for a moment in confusion.

Feng Li heaved a sigh of relief, threw away the basin, went to the table and picked up the candle on the ground, at that moment he frowned.

He smelled that fragrance again, and this time it was particularly strong, as if it was concentrated here.

He lit the candle again, bent down and looked under the table, only to see a small hollowed-out wooden block tightly set on the bottom of the table.

The color of the small wooden block is exactly the same as that of this table, and if you don't look carefully, you may think it is a part of this table.

When I pulled it out with my hand, it was about the size of two fingernails. It turned out that a hole of the same size was dug out at the bottom of the table and embedded in it.

This wooden block is completely hollowed out, the carving process is very fine, and the carved patterns are also very strange. Feng Li has never seen it before, and he can vaguely see something dark inside.

Taking a closer look, Feng Li coughed a few times due to the strong aroma.

"Madam?" Fu Yuan seemed to have finally come to his senses. He looked down at his wet body and asked in confusion, "What happened? Why is Madam here?"