Chapter 3010 4.610 The Wind and Rain Are Coming

"But as to whether it can be successful or not, it depends on the will of God." Mo Lian held her little hand and said softly, "I mean, even if you really can't rescue Senior Sister Xu, you can't be too much. disappointment……"

He was really scared. Thinking of the more than two years that she had disappeared, he felt a little flustered for no reason.

He was afraid that the little guy would indulge in his pessimism and world-weariness again because of his disappointment.

He was afraid that he would not see the flying look in her eyes.

Therefore, at this time, he actually completely hated Jing Minyao in his heart.

If she hadn't come back to life, Qiao Qiao would not have missed this sacred weapon of the Shangjing family.

The little guy held his big palm with his backhand and nodded vigorously, "Don't worry, I will adjust my emotions, and I will never let myself indulge."

Mo Lian nodded, holding her small hand and whispering, "It is said that this Soul Gathering Bell has only three effects."

"As far as I know, when the Soul Gathering Bell is in the Jing family's hands, there are only two chances left. This response is a wasted one on Jing Minyao, so... there is only one last chance left."

Qiao Mu subconsciously clenched a small fist, "I don't know whose hands this thing will be in now."

Princess Jing?

Although Princess Jing is very scheming, Qiao Mu actually appreciates his generous temperament.

Compared with Jing Minyao's incompetence, this Princess Jing is simply the glory and hope of the Jing family, and a model of good bamboo shoots.

"Let's try it out later." Mo Lian narrowed her eyes and laughed softly, "Anyway, there are opportunities along the way."

Qiao Mu thought about it right, so he took his husband back to the deck.

As soon as they walked on the deck, they saw Jing Minyao leaning against the railing, staring at her silently.

Qiao Mu didn't talk to her, but went straight to Saint Miyan's side, "Hey, look at the sky, it's going to rain heavily at night. You tell the boatman to hurry up, don't get wet in the middle of the river, the storm will bring the boat to the city. want……"

"Hey hey hey! Shut up." Miyan Shengzi really wanted to stretch out his hand to block the little guy's crow's mouth, "How do you talk? Isn't it a good day? Why is it going to be windy and rainy, you think you are from heaven. Messenger, if you say it is windy, it will be windy, and if you say it is raining, it will rain... right?"

"Crack!"

As soon as the words fell, a thunderbolt rushed down and hit the mast beside the ship fiercely, causing several boatmen to jump up in fright.

Everyone twitched the corners of their mouths, and looked at the calm expression of Mr. Qiaoqiao with a strange and inexplicable expression.

Saint Miyan's eyes widened with blisters. He looked up at the darkened sky, and suddenly felt that the whole person was a little bad.

"Hurry up! The storm is coming!" Qiao Mu shouted at the Miyan Saint Child again, and said angrily, "The speed of boating like yours, the secret realm is already over!"

No one listened to it as a joke anymore. Saint Miyan rushed all the way to the small control room and shouted at the captain, "Old He, Old He! Hold on tight!"

The storm came in less than half an hour.

Everyone couldn't help but look at each other, and everyone said silently in their hearts: This crow's mouth is paralyzed! It's too bright!

"Crack!" The sky was split open by an S-shaped lightning bolt, and the dark night was suddenly illuminated by lightning into a snowy day.