Chapter 2992 4.592 Spirit Beast Attack

Seeing her quiet at this time, his eyes couldn't help but move to her and take a look.

For some reason, when I saw this paralyzed face in the past, I didn't feel anything superfluous. Recently, the more I look at her, the more upset I feel.

I just feel that this girl does everything very well, like a light source, just sitting there quietly reading a book, always attracting attention.

"Bang!!"

Suddenly, a huge force slammed into their flying spirit tool, bumping everyone into a slight bump, and their bodies all swooped forward.

The little face paralyzed held the book in his hand, and he was not prepared for a while, and almost rolled out...

Mo Lian's eyes were quick and her hands were fast, she quickly stretched out her arms to wrap her daughter-in-law, and pulled her to sit next to her.

Duanyue, who was sitting in front of the small facial paralysis, had already turned around and reached out to help her.

With a stern face and a small face, she sat upright and pulled back Qi Xuanxuan, who had almost rushed out.

Qi Xuanxuan muttered and cursed, raising her hand to caress her chest.

On the other end, Zhongli Zhiwei and Chen Baojia were not so wonderful.

They were hit by this sudden force, and they rushed forward a few steps, and suddenly hit the person sitting in the front row.

Zhongli Zhiwei was okay, but she bumped into Myas, and Yaqier, who was scolded and screamed, was pushed back hard, and she glared three or four times.

Chen Baojia was even more unfortunate. He flew onto the back of the back of the tiger's back, and was hugged into his arms by the big old man who was laughing.

Ba Shu's big bearded face was infinitely enlarged in front of her eyes, and Chen Baojia even felt the man's big palm squeeze hard on the soft part of her body.

Chen Baojia let out a scream, raised her hand without thinking, and slapped Ba Shu in the face with a slap.

With a slap in the face of a ninth-level spiritual master like Chen Baojia, wanting to attack the twelfth-level great spiritual master Baju is no different from scratching his itch.

Ba Zhu grabbed her palm with one hand, and took advantage of the situation to clamp her small waist with his arms, and laughed teasingly, "Sister Baojia, this is what you threw at Lao Tzu yourself. Why are you still hitting people?"

At this time, something outside was slamming into their flying spirits.

Everyone in the flying spirit tool was a little caught off guard for a while, and they were a little bit stumped when they were hit. Who could manage the mess between Bashu and Chen Baojia.

Taking advantage of the turbulence of the flying spirit tool, Ba Shu deliberately threw Chen Baojia into the left corner and pressed him on Chen Baojia's body. His body was very presumptuously squeezed on Chen Baojia's chest, and he deliberately rubbed against Chen Baojia's delicate body with a smile on his face.

After rubbing for a few times, Ba Zhu's small eyes were full of desire.

"Ah." Chen Baojia exclaimed in a trembling voice, her long hair was scattered in a mess, and a pair of wonderful eyes couldn't help looking at Prince Mo's side, with a little hope and a cry for help.

Who can take care of her on the prince's side? Several people were bumped to the point of being unable to sit still.

Duanmuqing summoned the Qingmian Treasure Sword and pierced through the flying spirit weapon that opened a gap slightly.

Only after hearing the sound of "chi la", there was a piercing cry of a big bird outside.

Miyan Shengzi's face turned completely dark. He glanced at the window and said, "The flock of birds. They are all small spirit beasts of the fourth and fifth levels. Don't be nervous, first stabilize the flying spirit tool."

"Don't panic!" Saint Son Miyan said.