Chapter 3125 4.725 Professional Sober...
Look at his left paw, isn't it just a little bruise? Dressed up like something.
Qiao Mu hurriedly pulled his claws off, instructed him to carry himself to the table, and then stood there and let him raise his claws, smearing stasis-removing ointment on him with a blank face.
"How did you get hurt?"
Duanyue couldn't help twitching the corners of her mouth, scolding shameless in her heart.
This guy's injury, at first glance, is the result of beating someone hard, so what's the injury?
Sure enough, it is shameless to deceive Qiaoqiao, and he is still too pure!
"I was beaten up." Mo Lian winked at Duanmu Qing who were stunned.
A group of people walked out with a slight twitching of their mouths, and after a while they shouted outside, "Jojo! It's time to eat!"
How could Master Qiaoqiao not know that this group of people was instigated by Uncle Mo to help.
He couldn't help but glared at him angrily and amusedly, "Put Master Qiaoqiao on the ground!"
"It's my lord." With a smile on his face, Prince Mo raised his hand and hugged her to the ground, followed by her short legs that were stepping out of the wooden shed.
The heavy rain has gathered, and the stars are shining brightly on the hillside at night, and the breath after the rain is particularly fresh.
Duanmuqing and the others used spiritual power to dry the wet lawn and spread a blanket on top.
A group of people who survived the catastrophe, drinking and eating meat on the lawn, looking up at the starry sky, but also relieved a bit of the depression in their chests.
Holy Son Miyan walked slowly to their side, silently found a place to sit down, and then asked after a while of silence, "The people who attacked our destiny before were those who had contact with Saint Nun?"
Mo Lian nodded, "Do you want to know about Tianyun?"
Holy Son Miyan was silent for a while, then nodded, "I want to know."
He now has a clear understanding of one thing: maybe the people in the temple have something to do with the cult organization Tianyun.
"Maybe this trip to the secret realm is not very safe, and it's too late for you to retreat now." Miyan Saint Son said.
"Are we like people who are afraid of things?" Duanyue raised his hand to raise his glass at the Holy Son, "And the life and death papers have been signed, so I'm afraid now, isn't it too cowardly."
"Okay, Holy Son." The little fat man, who was a little drunk and slightly drunk, put his hand on Holy Son's shoulder and beat him twice, "I know you are not too bad, I will follow you. Said, our team is the Fuxing team, we can save the danger wherever we go, and finally make a lot of money..."
Qi Xuanxuan hurriedly rushed up, pressed the little fat man's mouth, and smiled awkwardly at the saint, "He's drunk, ahahaha!"
In front of the owner of the secret realm, saying that the secret realm will be emptied, how embarrassing...
With a faceless face holding a cup of tea, he sat upright beside the crowd, "How many people are drunk? Do you need to sober up?"
"It should be more than half of the people who are drunk." Saint Son smiled, "If there is a hangover soup, give them two sips."
The face paralyzed said expressionlessly, "No need for hangover soup."
As soon as she raised her hand, a half-stretched object was suddenly released from the storage amulet, and immediately rushed towards the drunken-eyed fat man like a mad dog, showing his teeth and claws.
Qiao Mu held a very thick chain expressionlessly, and firmly held the goods in his hands!
But the little fat man was scared to pee and rolled to the ground.
Taking a closer look, it was actually the eighteenth sister who had fought with Qiaoqiao...
Broken sleep! It feels like the power of the flood is exhausted...
Ask for a wave of rewards ~ the next ten weeks will be...