Chapter 1687: What's Going on with This Fog?

Each of them carried one and walked out.

Yes, they did carry one out.

"Mo'er, Xin'er is fine." Seeing his daughter's face gradually regain its rosy color, Mu Yunxuan was relieved.

"Fortunately, this poison is not overbearing."

Su Zimo looked at Lingfeng, "Lingfeng, don't you know anyone from the elves?"

Lingfeng shook his head.

"The elves rarely interact with us. We, the Qingqiao and Yi tribes, should stay closer." Lingfeng explained with a smile.

Feng Ya looked at him. In the Qingqiao tribe, he was a man as cold as Mu Yunxuan.

The women of the Qingqiao tribe did not dare to approach him.

And when facing Su Zimo, he seemed to have changed into a different person.

"So, you know Tan Yeran?" Su Zimo asked again.

"Yes! I know him."

The night was as cold as water, even with the barrier and the fire.

Su Zimo also felt a little chill.

She held Xin'er and sat a little closer to the fire.

Ling Feng looked at her deeply and stepped aside to rest.

Mu Yunxuan took a look and took out a cloak to cover them.

He sat beside her and held her hand tightly, knowing that she would feel guilty after doing this.

"Mo'er, they died for what they deserved, don't take it to heart."

Su Zimo smiled gently and said lightly: "People are not afraid of falling in their dreams, but are afraid of getting lost in other people's miracles. You also know my temper. I only want to be the master of my own dreams. I don't have any thoughts in my heart."

She was not just talking, she really didn't care.

"Is that good?" Mu Yunxuan took Xin'er and held her in his arms, hugging her tightly, knowing that she would not sleep well, but this was the only way for now.

"Go to sleep!"

Su Zimo moved and leaned in his arms.

This night was passed without any danger.

Aunt Xin and Ying'er did not escape the looting of the demon beast, and they really slept in the psychedelic forest.

Su Zimo listened to Ningxiang's description without any guilt. Kindness to the enemy is cruelty to oneself.

The next day, several people got up early.

In the huge psychedelic forest, the white fog was vast, making people feel like walking in an ancient primeval forest.

The sunlight was blocked by the white fog, making the woods a little dark.

"Aunt, why does the forest look so scary today?"

Not only Ningxiang had such an idea, but everyone had such an idea.

Not far away, there were panicked voices of humans.

Looking at the lush and foggy forest, a strong sense of danger came over me.

The more Mu Yunxuan looked, the more strange it felt. The white fog became thicker and thicker, and a wisp of fog seemed to come down from the sky, but when there was sunlight, it was impossible not to shine at the bottom.

Unless it was....

Mu Yunxuan hugged Xin'er tightly with one hand, he raised his hand, and with a flick of his long sleeves, the mysterious energy shook off the aftermath, making the thick fog retreat a lot.

"Mo'er, let's go."

Mu Yunxuan vaguely guessed what was going on?

He held Su Zimo's hand and shuttled through the forest at a very fast speed.

Around him, a golden light formed a barrier.

So that the surrounding leaves would not touch Su Zimo.

After walking for a while, Su Zimo suddenly found a very incredible problem.

That is, these thick white fogs would follow them.

"Yunxuan, what's going on with these fogs?"

"Mo'er, this is a naturally generated fog array. We have to be careful, otherwise we will be trapped in the fog array. If we are trapped, we are likely to be poisoned to death by the white fog array."