My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker

4463-Spy

With a sword up and down, Muyas cut down an unlucky ghost who didn't have long eyes and rushed forward.

Looking up, I saw a large flying bird with six wings spreading around their heads, but couldn't find a place to descend.

The fools around him were beaten one by one, blinded by impulse, and the water and fire spirits smashed directly onto the birds without money.

"It's the sage girls." Feng Changqing's sword handle was turned upside down, smashing a man who flung up like a madman, and looked up and said.

"Oh, you still have a spare time to be merciful here." Ding Gong drew himself, and with a sword in his hand, cut off a slick head. "These people are not poisoned, they have completely lost their hearts and souls. may not."

Rong Shizi stepped forward and waved at the birds in the sky, "Jojo!"

"They are all there." An Wushuang bowed his head and nodded slightly to Qiao Mu and Mo Lian.

In the next instant, the master of Wushuang County had quickly reclaimed his six-winged bird into the space of the spirit beast. Five people descended from the sky and fell straight down, leaping to the side of Rongqing and Feng Changqing.

Feng Changqing turned his head and glanced at the trees, rejoicing, "Sir, are you all right?"

"It's okay." Qiao Mu expressionlessly laid down a young girl who flew and kicked her all the way away.

"what happened."

"I don't know. Some of us just broke out of the magic circle and reunited together, but we met these people, and we all felt like we were freak out. We rushed to bite and tear, and we were desperate for us. Look. "

Qiao Mu frowned slightly, and slapped his palm behind a middle-aged fat uncle.

The latter slumped to the ground, before he could growl, he was kicked on the waistcoat by the tree, as if crushed by a mountain, and the whole person fell back again.

Qiao Mu's eyes fell on his back.

The man had burnt rune paper ashes on his back.

Qiao Mu raised his eyebrows and muttered to himself, "Well a charm?"

As soon as this word came out, everyone glanced around warily, "Is there a master of spells?"

Qiaomu stretched out a finger with disgusting eyes. He took some unburned rune paper dust from the back of the middle-aged fat uncle and rubbed it at his fingertips.

Prince Mo immediately took a clean piece of parcel, pulled her daughter-in-law's little hand, and thoughtfully wiped her fingers.

"Spellmasters have come in this day in the secret realm." Qiaomu stretched out **** and outlined the amulet in the void.

This type of amulet usually does not have much effect, so the tree never wastes making blank jade amulets.

Feng Changqing, Ming Yasi, Rong Qing, An Wushuang, and others knew the identity of her great amulet, but it was rare for her to draw amulets from the air, her movements were smooth and graceful, and she meant walking on the dragon without any pause.

Several people's hearts unanimously raised the same idea: watching the little princess's concubine is simply a visual enjoyment.

As each Zhang Qingxin rune was generated out of thin air, each rune of light fell into the vests of the surrounding people.

Everyone who was tearing wildly, his hands dropped slightly blankly.

Qiao Mu glanced at them, only a few impressions of them, seemingly disciples in several families in Shenzhou.

The rest were not familiar.

"Who are these people?" Wushuang County Master asked in amazement.

The son of San Fu drew his mouth and said, "Shuangshuang, we have only met at the entrance to the mystery."

(End of this chapter)