Cannon fodder master, she became a group favorite after tearing up the script

Chapter 77 The Mask Slips Off
deep in the dark

Feng Su stuck his sword on the rock wall, and he grabbed Ji Wuye's collar.

Underfoot is thick and tumbling magma.

The fiery breath came from bottom to top, and in just a few breaths, the foreheads of the two of them were already covered with beads of sweat.

"Brother Feng, do you think Master doesn't want you and me anymore, so that's why he brought us in to die?"

Ji Wuye looked down at the orange tumbling magma, which was only two meters away from the bottom of his feet.

He felt like he was melting inside and out.

"To shut up!"

Feng Su held the hilt of Yuliu sword with one hand.

The tender white wrists were reddened by the heat, and the veins on the back of the hands were bulging.

He looked up, but couldn't see the light at all.

"It's a pity that I'm young, I haven't even touched the foundation, and I'm about to die."

Regret flashed across Ji Wuye's eyes, as if he suddenly remembered something, he sighed,

"I forgot, brother, you are younger than me."

"Ji Wuye, can you please stop talking!"

Feng Su's jaw line tightened.

The palm of the hand holding the sword hilt was already sweating, it was so slippery that he couldn't grasp it.

"Master will come to save us."

The boy's eyes were full of determination.

Ji Wuye looked up at him, only seeing his sharp chin.

His eyes flickered slightly, will she have time?
A burst of flames jumped and passed the two of them.

Ji Wuye forcefully led Feng Su and Huo Miao to widen the distance.

Something seemed to fall from above, Ji Wuye reached out to catch it.

The silver mask fell on the palm of his hand, and the boy's pupils shrank.

Feng Su lowered his head in panic, and was relieved when he saw that the mask was caught by Ji Wuye.

"Thank you."

A boy's slightly hoarse voice came from above his head.

Ji Wuye put the mask in his arms, he looked up with a smile, "No need, senior brother,"

When he saw Feng Su's face, he was caught off guard.

"polite……"

After finishing speaking in a panic, Ji Wuye's eyes flickered slightly and he looked away.

He couldn't help reaching out and pressing the front placket, the outline of the mask was still clear through the clothes.

He never expected that his brother's face would be hurt like that.

Feng Su didn't miss his reaction, a trace of sadness flashed across her beautiful phoenix eyes.

Scars staggered on the face that had just seen the outline.

But even so, it is still suffocatingly beautiful.

After five years, he almost forgot what he looked like.

stab-

Yu Liujian suddenly began to slide down.

Feng Su raised his head with difficulty, his eyes were full of reluctance.

He is not afraid of death, but he will never see his master again.

Ji Wuye also looked up, and the corner of his mouth curled into a self-mockery.

The boy looked down at the magma that was jumping with fire bubbles.

The hand holding Feng Su's arm began to relax.

Sensing his movement, Feng Su frowned.

"Junior brother, hold me tight!"

"Brother, don't struggle, how about you and I jump down together?"

The young man had a smile on his lips, and his eyes were as clear as ever, but now they were a little more wanton.

Like, very similar.

Feng Su looked straight into his eyes.

He had seen this look in Master's eyes before, and to be honest, he was very envious.

Feng Su grabbed Ji Wuye's wrist with his backhand.

"Don't be so useless." He whispered.

Ah.

Ji Wuye didn't break him off again, saying that he was worthless, but he was promising, but he didn't know whether people would wait or not.

Yu Yan stood by the crack, her spiritual consciousness penetrated to the depths, and the woman's eyebrows twitched.

Now there is no need for Yan Ning to pull her.

The woman jumped straight down.

"Hey, Yanyan! Wait for me!"

stab-

Only the tip of the Yuliu sword was stuck on the rock wall.

(End of this chapter)