The sickly prince is pretending to be weak again

Chapter 717 What happened to him?
In the night sky, the brightest morning star shone faintly, silently illuminating the way forward for them.

Holding torches in their hands, Feng Qingcheng and his group walked up the mountain along the muddy mountain path.

As soon as the rainstorm stopped, the fallen leaves on the mountain road became very soft after being soaked by the rain. Where the fallen leaves were thick, they would sink deeply when stepped on, so it was very difficult to walk.

But no one complained, and walked forward silently.

Seeing everyone in such a state, Feng Qingcheng turned her head and looked at the trees next to her.

She pondered for a moment, then said to Cang Yanlu, "Come here and help me, I'll make something."

"doing what?"

Feng Qingcheng didn't answer, pointed to a tree branch that looked very strong at the foot, trimmed it with a dagger, and then tried it on the ground, "Not bad, it's a perfect trekking pole!"

Then, she threw the trekking pole in front of the man and said to him, "Catch it, I'll make another one!"

Because in her previous life, she had participated in a devil training camp in the wild, and she was extremely capable of surviving in the wild.

Those things that I learned at the beginning, just come in handy now.

Feng Qingcheng skillfully peeled the sticks, and in a short while he peeled out six simple trekking poles.

"Okay! Let's go after them."

After catching up with the large group, Feng Qingcheng handed out the trekking poles to them one by one in proportion to their height, "Using this to climb the mountain will save effort and be easier."

Murphy leaned on her trekking pole like a crutch. After walking for a short distance, she turned her head and said to Feng Qingcheng in surprise, "Sister Qingcheng, the trekking pole you made is really useful! It's very easy to climb up the mountain path." !"

"With this climbing tool, our climbing efficiency will also increase."

If Dabai had really been killed, it meant that the opponent they were about to face was a ruthless character, and they had to maintain their physical strength in order to ensure their combat effectiveness in a head-on confrontation.

As they climbed up the mountain, the sky gradually brightened, and the eastern sky gradually revealed a fish belly.

Feng Qingcheng looked up and stared in that direction, and said slowly, "Today should be a good weather."

If the weather is good, the soul-returning grass will appear, and the other party is probably waiting for the soul-returning grass.

At the same time, the other end of that cave.

Yan Wushuang's eyelids trembled, and she woke up leisurely.

He glanced sideways and glanced at the cave with the dim light from outside, only seeing Liu Siyuan lying not far away, but not Feng Qingyin.

Yan Wushuang supported the stone wall behind him with one hand, trying to stand up, but before his body could stand still, his legs suddenly gave way, and he fell back to the ground.

what happened?

Why did he feel like his body was suddenly hollowed out, and he couldn't exert any strength.

Yan Wushuang didn't believe this evil, and struggled to get up again.

However, no matter how hard he tried, both hands were limp, unable to support the weight of his body at all.

He frowned, and couldn't help but fell into deep confusion.

what happened to him?
Could it be that he was too hungry, causing his body to become weak?
It shouldn't be, a few days ago he was unwell for several days, eating and throwing up, and he couldn't even stand up like now!

He couldn't figure it out, so he could only look up at Liu Siyuan who was still sleeping, and shouted at him, "Hey! Old Liu, wake up! It's dawn! Wake up!"

Hearing his call, Liu Siyuan frowned, and slowly opened his eyes.

"What's the matter? I heard you howling in the early morning?"

　One more!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)