Flowers bloom on the Moshang for the return of the king

Chapter 455 Meeting the Black Sandstorm Again

After the shell is closed, the space inside is not too big, and at most three people can lie side by side.

"Yeah, although it's uncomfortable to roll around in here, it's better than being torn apart by the black sandstorm." Wu Jiuzi still didn't notice anything unusual, and explained very cheerfully.

Feng Jianliuxiang glanced at her, and said lightly, "Okay, we'll hide here for a while!"

Wu Jiuzi paused, he wants to hide in too?

It seems that even gods can't stop this black sandstorm, and they dare not face it directly...

While speaking, a black line appeared on the horizon in the distance, and there seemed to be thousands of troops galloping between the sky and the earth.

The nearby wind raised sand grains, and the surrounding fields were dim.

Really said Cao Cao, Cao Cao is here!

The black sandstorm is coming!
It seems that this black sandstorm has a cycle of seven days, and it has a fixed time, which is more punctual than a woman's aunt!
"Let's go in and hide." Wu Jiuzi jumped into a clam shell first.

Kazama Liuxiang glanced at her and jumped in, and the two joined forces to put the two clam shells together.

Wu Jiuzi was familiar with the road, nailed the sword in his hand to one side, and ordered Feng Jianliuxiang: "Pin that side too."

Fengjian Liuxiang was very cooperative at this time, and as expected, he swung a sword casually and nailed the other side as well.

The wind outside was already whistling. Looking through the cracks in the clam shells, the surrounding fields were in a haze, and nothing could be seen clearly.

　The wind began to blow the clam shells, Wu Jiuzi tried to stabilize her body inside, and Feng Jian Liu Xiang lay side by side with her, so that the gap in the clam shell was already very small.

"What should we do next?" Kazama Liuxiang looked at her with piercing eyes.

"Well, just watch where the sword is nailed so it won't be torn apart." Wu Jiuzi replied casually.

"Uh." Kazama Liuxiang didn't speak again.

Why is he so good today?
Wu Jiuzi looked at him suspiciously, he suddenly stopped being harsh and she seemed not used to it.

Sure enough, habit is a terrible thing. She is used to being abused by his poisonous tongue, and he occasionally makes her uneasy if he doesn't speak harshly.

The wind gradually picked up, and the shells that were blowing were like boats in the sea, bumping endlessly.

The bodies of the two inevitably began to bump along with it, colliding with each other from time to time.

Although Wu Jiuzi had had the closest relationship with him several times, she was still a little nervous in the same confined space.

The clam shell was finally turned over by the wind, and the two collided with each other inside. Wu Jiuzi's forehead hit some place where Fengjian Liuxiang touched, and it hurt a little.

"Master, can you find a way to keep this shell from rolling over?" Wu Jiuzi rubbed her forehead.

"Can you?" Kazama Liuxiang asked back.

"I can't, I'm just a fighting saint, and I haven't cultivated kung fu like a thousand catty pendant." Wu Jiuzi shook her head regretfully.

"Me neither." Feng Jian Liu Xiang's voice was a little unpredictable: "Let it be."

　It seems that it can only go with the flow.

But the bumps in the back will become more and more violent, and the rolling will become more and more severe. The two of them will definitely collide frequently inside... 

(End of this chapter)