"You might as well take this time..."
Ye Qiao injected spiritual energy, and after he finished speaking, the girl raised her head, stretched her fingertips to the full moon, and an arrow shot through the clouds and hit the monster flying in the air.
She was quick to grab the falling bamboo shoots, and at the moment when the monsters pounced on her like crazy, she grabbed Shen Ziwei and entered the field.
Shen Ziwei's brain was a little out of order at this moment.
He felt that since he met Ye Qiao, every step of the development of things was somewhat unexpected.
Shen Ziwei didn't know which one to be shocked about for a moment.
What is this place?
Why can Ye Qiao use other people's spiritual bows.
Also, what is she doing?
"This is the domain." Ye Qiao made a little gesture, "A little trick."
Shen Ziwei had an expression that said, "Are you kidding me?" A little trick?
Can a little trick drag people into this hellish place?
Ye Qiao could only touch the tip of his nose and asked, "Do you have any magic tools in your mustard bag? We can smash them out to appease those two Nascent Souls when the time comes."
"No. My mustard bag was taken away." Shen Ziwei was a little dejected when he mentioned this. Just now, when he was escaping, he wanted to crush his ID card, but the young man cut it in half, and his mustard bag also fell during the process.
If Shen Ziwei had not been protected by the heart-protecting mirror at the time, he might have been the one to be dismembered in the next second.
After hearing this, Ye Qiao just clicked his tongue twice.
She thought she was miserable enough, busying herself around, but she didn't expect that there were people who were even more miserable than her.
"It doesn't matter, I have them." Ye Qiao waved them in front of him. She held more than a dozen mustard seed bags that were passed down to her by her parents. She raised her lips and made a good plan: "Once we rescue them, all of these will be mine."
She deserves this.
Oh shit.
Shen Ziwei’s eyelids were twitching.
He maintained that idiotic expression, picked up the mustard seed bags, and opened them one by one to look through them.
"This belongs to my third junior brother, and this belongs to my eldest senior brother."
"This one belongs to Yueqing Sect, this one belongs to Bishui Sect, and this one belongs to Ye Qinghan, right?"
The more he spoke, the more complicated his mood became. "Ye Qiao, tell me the truth, what were you doing when we were being hunted and fleeing?"
They were clearly targeting Ye Qiao from the beginning.
Why is it that she alone has robbed the Five Mustard Seed Bags? Why?!
Seeing what happened to the two sides, the monk was silent for a while: "Is this what is called a tailwind for Ye Qiao alone?"
*
Good night, no update tomorrow, it’s New Year’s Day.
Happy New Year in advance
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