Quickly cross the boss, he is in love to death

Chapter 415 The Stallion He is Blind 64
She doesn't like this woman at all. It is said that she is the daughter of the third elder who lives outside, named Ju Lan.

At first glance, she is a seductive fox!
The other Guangliu Sect disciples were a little dissatisfied when they heard this. If Ying Ge and the others were allowed to use the magic weapon, wouldn't two of them be left behind?

Why!

The voice of dissatisfaction sounded, and Che Tonghua, as a senior sister, naturally needed to be considerate.

Even though he is disheartened towards Ling Moyuan, he still has to take the overall situation into consideration.

Seeing that Fu Zhishan was about to quarrel with others, Ling Moyuan, who had been silent all this time, spoke out.

"Zhishan, don't target Lan Lan, Lan Lan also considers everyone." Ling Moyuan said in a tolerant tone, just like treating a child who is having a temper tantrum.

Fu Zhishan choked on her chest.

Oh, how thick-skinned this person is, how can he still talk to himself like this?

Xun Hua at the side handed her two pills, for fear that she would faint from anger.

Ling Moyuan looked at Che Tonghua again: "Senior sister, let's take the others to board the magic weapon first. I still have a small magic weapon here, and I can bring two more people."

As he spoke, he searched for a small boat and appeared in mid-air.

Ling Moyuan urged spiritual power to pour into the magic weapon.

When the magic weapon lit up all over, Ling Moyuan felt a little pain in his chest, but for the sake of face, he didn't show the slightest bit.

In fact, he still has a bigger flying weapon, but with his current spiritual power, he can't control it at all.

For the sake of his own face, Ling Moyuan would naturally not show it, and it has nothing to do with him whether the others go or stay.

Che Tonghua glanced at Ling Moyuan, and finally turned around to greet the disciples of Guangliu Sect without saying anything.

The immortal cultivators who hadn't found a magic weapon yet heard Ling Moyuan's words, their eyes widened, and they opened their mouths to flatter and compliment.

It's just saying good things, and it's nothing compared to being able to enter the underground palace.

The smile on Ling Moyuan's face, who hadn't received such a compliment for a long time, became more obvious.

He missed this feeling so much.

His flying magic weapon can accommodate four people, and after agreeing to two casual cultivators, Ling Moyuan looked at Ying Ge.

The last place left was reserved for her.

Naturally, there is no sense of return.

He wished the man had died in the swamp.

Ling Moyuan's eyes were burning, but Ying Ge didn't look at him at all.

"Is there any way for you to get there?" Ying Ge half-closed his eyes and turned to ask Wen Gui.

After listening to this group of people chatting for a long time, she was sleepy.

He had been tossed hard by a man who only started eating meat, but now listening to them buzzing non-stop, it was like listening to a lullaby.

"Yes." Wen Gui felt a little distressed seeing her listless appearance.

And a little guilty...

As the culprit, Wen Gui decided not to waste time.

But he was afraid that Ying Ge would run away again, so he didn't let go of her and dragged her to the edge of the swamp.

At this time, most people have boarded the flying magic weapon, and only a small number of people are left on the land.

Seeing that the two of them made some moves, many people quietly focused their attention on them.

Wen Gui's casual expression became serious, he looked towards a certain place in the swamp, and slowly raised his free hand.

As he raised his hand, the mist above the swamp seemed to be waved by some force, and dispersed towards the sides.

The whole picture of the swamp is exposed to everyone's eyes.

The swamp was wider than they had estimated.

From time to time, a bubble popped up on the surface of the black mud, and after a while it exploded with a "pop" sound.

Although there was no disgusting smell coming from it, the rising and falling black bubbles were enough to make people frown.

This swamp is like a pot of boiling black sludge, as long as a person falls, there will be no bones left.

　Thank you Guguda, TF top-level belief, hehe, I love the desolate reward in the north
　　
　
(End of this chapter)