There are three treasures in the home of abandoned wives and mothers

Chapter 1700 What is the matter with these fogs
The two of them walked out with one of them.

Yes, the two of them did go out with their hands.

"Mo'er, Xin'er is fine." Seeing her daughter's face gradually turning rosy, Mu Yunxuan felt relieved.

"Fortunately, this poison is not overbearing."

Su Zimo looked at Ling Feng, "Ling Feng, don't you know people from the elves?"

Ling Feng shook his head.

"The elves seldom walk with us, and we Qinglong and Yi have to get closer." Ling Feng explained with a smile.

Feng Ya looked at him, in the Qinglong clan, he was a man as cold as Mu Yunxuan.

The women of the Qinglong tribe dare not approach him.

But when facing Su Zimo, he seemed to be a different person.

"So, do you know Tan Yeran?" Su Zimo asked again.

"Hmm! I know."

The night is as cool as water, even with enchantments and fires.

Su Zimo also felt a bit of coolness.

She hugged Xin'er and sat a little closer to the fire.

Ling Feng took a deep look at her, and stepped aside to rest.

Mu Yunxuan took a look, took out a big cloak and put it on the mother and son.

He sat beside her and held her hand tightly, knowing that after she did this, he would definitely feel guilty.

"Mo'er, they deserved to die, don't take it to heart."

Su Zimo smiled softly, and said lightly: "People are not afraid of falling in their own dreams, but they are afraid of getting lost in other people's miracles. You also know my temper. I only want to be the master of my own dreams. I don't have any thoughts in my heart."

She's not just talking, she really doesn't care.

"That's good?" Mu Yunxuan took Xin'er into his arms and hugged her tightly, knowing that she would sleep uncomfortable, but right now it was the only way.

"Go to sleep!"

Su Zimo moved her body and leaned against his arms.

The night passed without any risk.

Aunt Xin and Ying'er did not escape the looting of the evil beasts, and they really slept forever in the psychedelic forest.

After listening to Ningxiang's description, Su Zimo didn't feel guilty at all. Kindness to the enemy is cruelty to oneself.

The next day, several people got up early.

In the huge psychedelic forest, the white fog is vast, making people feel like walking in an ancient virgin forest.

The sun was blocked by the white mist, making the woods a bit dark.

"Auntie, why does the forest look so scary today?"

Not only Ningxiang has such an idea, but everyone has the same idea.

Not far away, there was the sound of panicked humans.

Looking at the lush and misty forest, a strong sense of danger came to my heart.

The more Mu Yunxuan looked at it, the more strange it became. The white mist was getting thicker and thicker, and a trace of mist seemed to come down from the sky, but when there was sunlight, it was impossible not to reach the bottom.

unless…….

Mu Yunxuan hugged Xin'er tightly with one hand, he raised his hand, and with a flick of his long sleeve, his profound energy shook away waves of aftermath, making the thick fog recede a lot.

"Mo'er, let's go."

Mu Yunxuan vaguely guessed what was going on?

He took Su Zimo's hand and shuttled through the forest extremely fast.

Around him, a golden light formed a barrier.

Keep the surrounding leaves from touching Su Zimo.

After walking for a while, Su Zimo suddenly discovered a very unthinkable problem.

It is these thick white fogs that will follow them.

"Yunxuan, what's the matter with these fogs?"

"Mo'er, this is a naturally occurring mist formation. We have to be careful, otherwise we will be trapped by the mist formation. If we are trapped, we may be poisoned to death by the white mist formation."

(End of this chapter)