Li Zang jumped in front of Yinmian with quick eyes and hands, and tried to pierce Yinmian's body with his sharp claws, but missed. Yinmian's body rippled like water waves, and then slowly disappeared on the spot.
The hearty laughter echoed in the City God Temple, with a bit of desolation.
And on the ground, there was only a scarecrow left.
It is an incarnation outside the body.
Li Zang cried out twice, "Lord, you saw it a long time ago! Why didn't you tell me!"
Ming Ye frowned slightly, "Go find Mo Yu!"
He wanted to see where Mo Yu had been during the time he was away!
Ling Zhou carried Xiao Guoer and jumped onto the ghost carriage. Jiuxi followed suit, but Jiuxi was holding a rope buckle in her hand. On the other side was Lin Miaozhu, who said bitterly, "My lord, my aunt! Why are you doing this?"
Jiuxi sat outside the car, her long legs bent, her white robe flowing, giving her a fairy-like look. She patted Guima's butt with her other hand and said, "Let's go to the City God Temple!"
The ghost horse raised its hooves and made a clacking sound.
The ghost carriage was speeding up. Because Jiuxi tied Lin Miaozhu with a rope, the lightning speed caused Lin Miaozhu to fly onto the carriage. Although his face was twitching and about to be deformed by the strong wind, Lin Miaozhu felt a sense of flying freely.
He was like a kite, flying higher and higher, and the arc of his smile became wider and wider.
But soon, Lin Miaozhu was dumbfounded, because there was a towering tree in front of him, and the branches were so dense that he shouted, "Sir, help!"
Jiuxi naturally didn't care. Instead, he pulled the rope complacently. In the blink of an eye, the Ghost Carriage passed under the tree. Lin Miaozhu's fat body was embedded in the bushes, unable to move. The rope buckle gradually fell off the Ghost Carriage. Lin Miaozhu lowered his eyes, almost crying with fear, "Sir! You can't be so heartless!"
He was tied up like a big dumpling at a height of dozens of feet. What should he do?
This Lord Pluto is so abominable! Is he just waiting for the City God to come and save him?
Jiuxi got into the car. It was really cold outside in the morning. She placed her hand on the stove and said to Ling Zhou, "Is Xiaoguo still sleeping?"
The carriage was a bit bumpy just now, and she was really afraid of waking Xiaoguoer up.
There was a trace of sadness in Ling Zhou's eyes. He bent his knees and knelt down. Jiu Xi was puzzled and asked, "What's the matter?"
Ling Zhou couldn't bear it any longer, "My lord, the little prince has a high fever that won't go away!"
Her heart skipped a beat, her eyes reddened, and even the corners of her lips were bitten white. She knelt on one knee on the ground and reached out to hug Xiao Guoer on the soft couch. Even with her clothes on, Xiao Guoer's body was as hot as if it were on fire. Xiao Guoer's eyes were wet, and there were traces of tears under her eyes. The hot breath from his mouth seemed to burn people. Jiuxi sat on the soft couch, one hand pressed on Xiao Guoer's chest, transmitting spiritual power, and the other hand pressed on Xiao Guoer's pulse. The pulse was disordered and there was no pattern. She looked at Xiao Guoer's dark purple lips, tears couldn't help but fall, and said, "Poisoned."
At first she thought Xiao Guoer had caught a cold, but it didn't look like that. Who was so cruel to poison Xiao Guoer?
Moreover, this poison seems to have taken root in Xiaoguoer's body for decades. Is it... Xiaoshuang?
It seemed to be in great pain. Xiao Guoer woke up slowly, and a low cry came from his throat. With a bit of forbearance, his two little hands scratched his chest fiercely, crying, "Mom... It hurts... Mom..."
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