Chapter 1967
It can explode anytime!
Every violent beating of that heart, be it Feng Sang or Dugu Yamo, they all squatted down, sobbing and whimpering.
will die, will die, will die...
I don't want to die, I don't want to die, I don't want to die...
Dugu Yamo: "If I can get through this time safely, I... I will definitely not embarrass Feng Wu again in the future."
Feng Sang: "If I can get through this time safely, I must... cultivate well. I am not afraid of suffering any hardships. I must cultivate well!"
...
eight seconds.
seven seconds.
six seconds.
At this time, even Feng Xun's heart began to tremble.
Five seconds.
Four seconds.
Three seconds.
The Seventh Prince was in despair, and he muttered to himself: Is it too late? Are we really going to die?
Just when everyone was anxious, suddenly, Feng Wu moved, and the whole person was like a flexible civet cat, jumping into this ancient paulownia tree like lightning.
"Where's the phoenix dance?"
"Why did she suddenly disappear?"
"Where did she go?"
...
"Hahaha, it's going to explode, count down the last three seconds, three, two—"
A playful sneer appeared on the Mopao Ghost King's face, just when he announced that he was going to explode——
Just when everyone's faces became extremely pale——
Just when everyone fell into deep despair—
A phoenix dance in a red dress descended from the sky and landed gracefully. In the palm of her right hand, a pale pink three-leaf flower quietly stood there, swaying like a elf.
The voice of the Mopao Ghost King's announcement came to an abrupt end!
He stood stiffly on the spot as if he had been slapped hard.
"Is this the three-leaf flower?" Feng Wu stood in front of the Mopao Ghost King with the same smile.
Mopao Ghost King: "...You found it?"
Feng Wu nodded: "If this is the three-leaf flower you want."
But looking at Mopao Ghost King's shocked expression, Feng Wu knew that she must have found the right one.
not to mention--
Feng Wu tilted her head to look at the huge heart under the tree.
The heart swelled to the size of a copper basin, and it would explode in a second.
"It's it." The Mopao Ghost King took the three-leaf flower from Feng Wu's hand and looked at it for three seconds. He turned to stare at Feng Wu, and his brows narrowed dangerously: "How did you do it?"
Not only was the Mo-pao Ghost King curious, but everyone else was equally curious.
"Yes, Xiao Wu, how did you do it?" Feng Xun was pleasantly surprised.
Fengsang and Dugu Yamo embraced each other and wept with joy. When they heard the words, they turned their heads and perked up their ears.
Feng Wu smiled faintly: "Isn't it just using spiritual sense to identify?"
"No!" Feng Sangti objected, "It's not that we haven't used spiritual sense to identify, but it turns out that the speed of spiritual sense recognition is not so fast and not so comprehensive, and spiritual sense will soon overdraw spiritual power. , it's impossible."
Feng Wu smiled: "Have you forgotten my occupation?"
"what occupation?"
"Alchemist." Feng Wu spread her hands and said with a smile: "Alchemist is proficient in wood elements, and his communication with plant elves is much more sensitive than ordinary people. What's more, I not only use spiritual sense to identify, I use spirit knowledge to diagnose.”
"Diagnosis?" Everyone stared at Feng Wu in shock.
This angle, they have never thought of it!
Feng Wu smiled lightly: "Of course it's diagnosed. If the four-leaf flower is normal, then is the only three-leaf flower a mutation? Since it is a mutation, it is not without a trace."
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