Wu Ni Huang Fei

Chapter 214 The Mausoleum of the Holy Ancestor [32]

The last thorn entangled her body was burned to ashes, and her body suddenly fell down on the thick ashes that could submerge her ankles.

Qi Diao Ming Ke himself was also exhausted, but when he saw Mo Fenghua standing upright, he suddenly felt a twinge in his heart. Could it be that she...has...

Ming Ke, the lacquer carving, held his last breath and ran over, ignoring the thick scorched earth on the ground, half-supporting Mo Fenghua with difficulty, and shouted: "Miss Mo... Miss Mo, how are you? Miss Mo..."

Mo Fenghua is now the most embarrassing moment in his two lives. Her whole body has been smoked black from head to toe, and it is almost impossible to tell the front from the back. The whole body is like a piece of charred carbon. Block, it looks really worrying.

The most pitiful thing is that he is motionless at the moment, and he can't even hear his breathing, as if he is dead.

Ming Ke, the lacquer carving, shook his body, his voice trembling even without knowing it, and he shouted: "Miss Mo, all the blood thorns are dead...Look, how powerful you are, you succeeded..."

"You persisted in such a difficult level, and you will soon see the tomb of the emperor, and the Lingxi Orb is close at hand... You must hold on!"

Mo Fenghua remained motionless, and Ming Ke shook her shoulder vigorously: "Miss Mo... Mo Fenghua, wake up..."

puff……

Mo Fenghua suddenly opened his mouth and spit out a circle of black smoke...

The white teeth became the only abnormal color on her body, which looked cute and funny.

She closed her eyes, her body was still motionless, she said in a calm and hoarse voice: "It's not too late for you to cry when I really die. At that time, even if you call my mother, I don't mind..."

After finishing speaking in one breath, she closed her mouth and didn't speak anymore, she didn't even want to move her fingers, and continued to hold the corpse.

She is so tired, too tired, Mrs. Mrs. is tired...

She needs to rest, she needs enough time to rest... No one should bother her, if you disturb her again, she will really go crazy!

If it wasn't for Mingo Qi Diao who was shaking too much and kept talking in her ear so that she couldn't be quiet, she wouldn't have opened her mouth.

Ming Ke, the lacquer carving, was stunned for a moment, then let go of Mo Fenghua, and sat down on a pile of black ashes, laughing foolishly. At first, it was silent, but then the laughter grew louder, and the sound echoed in the empty hall... …

Mo Fenghua frowned, and wanted to yell at him, but he really didn't want to open his mouth. His throat was sore from the smoke, and now he still felt like a fire was burning, burning hot.

Mo Fenghua can't lift a little bit of strength now, even if she wants to go into the space to wash her body and replenish her strength, it is very difficult for her now!

Qi Diao Ming Ke laughed so hard that tears almost came out, and he stopped laughing when he really had no strength left.

Like Mo Fenghua, he has no image, his limbs are wide open, lying upright on the thick ashes, panting quickly, he looks at the dome, cutting through the thick smoke, and can vaguely see some light...

Lacquer Mingo closed his eyes, took a deep breath of the dusty air, the smell was unpleasant, but so precious.

Because this is the air of the aftermath.

The fact that they can still smell such a bad breath proves that they are still alive.

[Oh oh, it's gone today... shall we continue tomorrow...]
(End of this chapter)