Emperor of the East:
Zhang Jing, he Weiping:
What can they say?
This kind of intelligence advantage of rolling type is really not what they say.
So, in fact, the fork in the middle of the road they took was not the right way?
They couldn't help but reach for their faces.
This is really a wonderful work!
The Western monarch, they think they will have to come back later
What a sad thing it is. When I think about it here, I feel that they are full of light sadness.
A saint coughed and asked in a low voice, "young master Mo, how do you know there is a mechanism on it?"
"You don't see it?" Mo Baobao looks at them puzzled.
"As soon as I came in, I saw everything and listened to everything. I watched everything!"
"So obvious a mechanism button, you all have seen it?" Mo Baobao looks at the crowd in shock.
Everyone:
Sorry kids, it's the uncles and aunts. They're so blind!
Feng Changqing couldn't help but chuckle.
The little guy floated up, followed his mother, crooked his little head, "mother, is the little league very smart?"
His mother nodded her head forcefully, agreeing, "like a mother."
Everyone:
Come on, boast. The two girls are boasting all the time.
In fact, they are used to listening.
The tree raised its legs and walked to the transparent path beside it. "Let's keep up."
They nodded and followed the tree up the path, following the path.
It looks empty all around, and there is nothing to block the way. Everyone is walking smoothly.
After a moment, he Weiping was obviously relieved.
It's finally back on the right track.
After they entered the holy palace, nothing happened.
It's not easy for everyone to stumble to the present.
We need to know where there are so many distractions in the past years' experience of the holy palace.
Almost everyone can gain something after entering the holy palace.
It's like this time, since stepping into the holy palace, I've been stuck in a pit all the way
If it wasn't for Sister Zhang to ask for compensation.
At this time, they may not even have those heaven level herbs.
In this way, they are much luckier than the southerners and the westerners.
"Wait for me." Mo Baobao suddenly makes a sound, which makes everyone stupefied.
Wait again?
They silently take out the hammer and awl from their inner circle and automatically follow Mo Baobao.
"Young master Mo, are you going to dig something?"
"Young master Mo, is there anything to pick on the roadside?"
"Let's help you."
These uncles and aunts are inexplicably enthusiastic. Mo Baobao looks at them doubtfully, wringing his little body slightly and moves, "little Tuan wants to shit."
Everyone:
Feng Changqing and their party couldn't hold back for a while, and they burst into laughter.
The facial paralysis Joe didn't have any expression ground to hand the son to the husband's bosom, shake off the hand shopkeeper's like wave hand, "go."
Mo Lian:
Is it the reason why we don't make things.
When my son grew up, he pulled out of his face. The lady had already entrusted this great undertaking to him.