Flowers bloom on the Moshang for the return of the king

Chapter 87 Master
Wu Jiuzi had no choice but to stand up with the sword, but she couldn't fly so high, a breeze rustled in her ear, and someone grabbed her wrist: "I will take you once as a teacher."

With a light body, he was directly carried into the sky.

The wind whistled in my ears, and white clouds flew past under my feet.

There was nothing under Wu Jiuzi's feet, feeling guilty, she couldn't help reaching out and grabbing his sleeve.

He glanced at her, with a faint smile on his lips: "Afraid I'll leave you behind?"

Wu Jiuzi's expression remained unchanged: "Master won't."

Looking down, there are still people on the viewing platform below looking in their direction.

There seemed to be countless envious eyes looking at her...

Feng Jianliuxiang's eyebrow raised slightly: "No?" The hand holding Wu Jiuzi's wrist suddenly loosened!
Wu Jiuzi was startled, her fingers subconsciously grabbed his sleeves tightly, and her body flew up obliquely like a flag fluttering in the wind!
At this moment, they were at a height of more than a thousand meters. If she fell like this, she might fall directly into a meatloaf, and it would not be able to roll up on the ground.

Someone on the viewing platform faintly exclaimed.

They were not slow, Wu Jiuzi was blown by the wind and her dress was fluttering around, her mouth and eyes were hard to open.

The weight of her whole body is concentrated on the two small hands, and the nails are so hard that they are pale...

"Chila!" With a sound, the part of the sleeve she was holding tightly was torn, and she let out a scream, and her body rolled and fell obliquely!

Seeing the green mountains and green waters rushing towards her face, Wu Jiuzi became wise in a hurry, and hurriedly recited the mantra, a silver light flashed, and the sword flew out obliquely from her waist, resting on the bottom of her feet...

Wu Jiuzi swayed on the sword, and finally stood firm. She raised her sleeve to wipe the cold sweat from her forehead, almost wanting to curse!
This perverted priest, he really threw himself down!
If I hadn't learned the art of controlling the sword by myself, I'm afraid Xiao Ming would just explain it here this time!
A figure flashed in front of her eyes, and Feng Jian Liu Xiang came to her side again: "Now do you believe it?"

I believe you are a pervert!
Wu Jiuzi was furious, and the blood that hadn't boiled for a long time rushed to the top of her head instantly!

Sneered: "I believe that the priest doesn't care about other people's life or death at all!"

"No, I care about you." Feng Jianliuxiang's eyes were like autumn moons, with a smile that was not a smile, serious and joking.

He walked side by side with her, the fluttering clothes almost brushed Wu Jiuzi's face.

"I can't tell!" Wu Jiuzi replied angrily.

"Can't you see it?" Feng Jian Liu Xiang glanced at her, her voice slightly low.

Wu Jiuzi's heart skipped a beat, feeling something was wrong.Yujian moved a little away from him...

But her speed was far inferior to his speed. Her eyes blurred, her wrists tightened again, and her body was once again carried straight into the sky...

no? !Again? !

No matter how courageous Wu Jiuzi was, he couldn't stop him from tossing around like this, so frightened, he immediately grabbed his wrist with his backhand!

This time she has learned how to behave. It is too unsafe to grab the sleeves and tear them easily. It is better to grab the wrists. He will not let her tear his wrists off...

Kazama Liuxiang glanced at her small hand that was tightly grasping her wrist, her eyes were dark.

This time he didn't throw her down again, just like this, the two of them held each other's hands and flew forward...

…………

A peak is misty among the vast sea of ​​clouds, and the sun is shining obliquely, covering the mountain with colorful rays of light.

Fengjian Liuxiang held her hand and flew directly to the mountain peak, and landed on a square filled with white jade.

(End of this chapter)