My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker Chapter 4: Seven hundred and thirty-eighth
The man's head was still covered with a blue, puffy mucus, and he looked disgusting.
"Huiri." Shengzi hurriedly helped him and let him float up in the air.
Seeing his sticky and disgusting appearance, Shengzi couldn't help but feel nauseated, suppressing the urge to vomit, and his chest moved slightly...
Qiao Mu had pinched his little nose a long time ago, urging Moline to stay away from the man.
As soon as the two moved, everyone quickly followed.
Zhong Li Zhiwei glanced coldly in the direction of Qiao Mu and Mo Lin, and followed him.
"Miyan Son." The young master Gu Yixuan of the Gu family seemed very quiet along the way, as if he didn't exist.
Speaking at this time, everyone gave him a questioning look.
Gu Yixuan didn't take it seriously, but asked Miyan Shengzi in a low voice, "I don't know who is the one who forcibly entered the battle."
Miyan Shengzi frowned, shook his head and said, "This Shengzi doesn't know."
"It's just that the son of God guessed, it should be that the person who came is not good."
The facts do not allow him to ignore a problem.
Who can force outsiders into the teleportation formation?
Of course, there are only people who are in charge of the temple, and more likely...the temple master.
Miyan Shengzi narrowed his eyes and sighed deeply.
Looking up at the azure blue flower sea that stretches into the distance, "Let’s go ahead and take a look. Anyway, everyone must be careful. Those who forcibly enter the battle are definitely not the same as us."
When everyone heard what the Son said, they also increased their vigilance.
I thought in my heart, in case you encounter someone who is forced into the battle, don't be the bird in the early stage, just look at the specific situation.
At this moment, everyone is making their own little abacus in their hearts, and following Moline, who leads the way, goes all the way forward.
Now they already know that the blue sea of flowers below will throw out a long beard from time to time to drag people down.
They are floating in the air, just pay attention to avoiding them at any time.
The frequency of this long beard is not high, as long as you are careful, you can avoid it without touching it.
So this time, Mo Lin stopped for about half a stick of incense floating above the sea of blue flowers.
Mi Yan Shengzi also squinted and stopped.
Duanyue carried the little monk and flew over, looking at Miyan Shengzi with a smile but a smile, "Master Shengzi, what should I do now."
"The sky above is clearly barriers. We can't fly out of this range even if we fly around."
Duanyue said with a smile, "As long as we are floating, we can't fix this sea of flowers."
Mo Lin raised her slender eyebrows, and turned her head to look towards Broken Moon, holding her face paralyzed.
Although Saint Miyan did not react as quickly as Mo Lin, but after a while, he recalled from the words of Broken Moon, "Wang Chen, what do you mean?"
Duanyue looked at the stunned, wide-eyed Saint Son with amusement.
"Hmm." He nodded.
"It's an insult to gentleman!" Miyan Shengzi waved his hand sternly, "How can this Shengzi, this way? This way? This way!!!"
He said and waved his right hand, coming up and down, cursing weirdly.
Master Qiaoqiao stared at the three muzzling neuroses blankly.
"Speaking of people."
"Female donor, what the Broken Moon donor means. We still have to go down and be ejected like the two fools before." The little monk raised his head and said.