"Not leaving."

Zhao Yun moistened his throat again and prepared for another thunder god's wrath.

The sea of ​​fog gave rise to wisdom, such a rare species, how could he be willing to leave it?

"I'm giving you face, right?"

The curse suddenly started, and the tone was quite childish.

It was Wu Ling who was scolding, and it was Zhao Yun who was scolding.

Eh?

Not only Mozi, but also Young Master Zhao raised his eyebrows very high.

It turns out that the fog spirit has become civilized. The sound of scolding a thief has a human touch. It sounds like a little baby, but that’s right. The fog sea has only just developed intelligence. In terms of age, it is like a human child.

, if the fog sea could take the form of a human, it should be a pink one.

At this moment, the two of them had already acted out the scene in their minds.

The scene that followed very well confirmed their conjecture.

Wu Hai really turned into a human form, really turned into a little guy, only the size of a palm, pink and fleshy, wearing small underpants all over his body, and he looked like an elf

, as cute as you want it to be, it should feel good if you touch it.

Whoosh!

Before the two of them could react, Xiaowuling ran away.

I bumped into a shameless thing. How can it not run away?

"Where to run."

Zhao Yun and Mozi shouted, and chased after them from left to right.

That scene, in the eyes of the moon god, was also extremely pleasing to the eye. It was like two adults chasing a little baby who was stealing candy. One was cursing, while the other was fooling and coaxing.

"Don't make me mad."

Little Wuling is not a freeloader either. Although he is petite, his voice is not as loud as usual. Although he scolds with joy and truth, he runs extremely fast. He says the cruelest words and does the most cowardly things.

It's better if he doesn't scold me.

The more it cursed, the more fiercely Zhao Yun and Mozi chased it.

Whoosh!

The little mist spirit waved its hand, and large clouds of mist rolled in.

As expected by the two of them, this mist spirit in human form has great means to control the hazy sea of ​​mist. Thinking about it, it is right. It was originally transformed from the sea of ​​mist, and controlling the sea of ​​mist is his innate talent.

However, this talent is useless to Zhao Yun.

He has a treasure lotus lantern, which can ignore the mist and fog blocking his eyes. Even without the treasure lotus lantern, he can still break through it. This involves a problem of vision. As long as the little mist spirit himself does not turn into the mist sea, everything else is not a problem.

Seeing this, Little Wuling ran faster.

It's not afraid of Demon Son, but of Master Zhao. That guy has a treasure lotus lantern and a martial soul. It seems to be innately restraining him. The sea of ​​fog he manipulates is useless to it. If it is the sea of ​​fog formed by the deity, it will not be able to withstand the opponent.

The attack on the soul, from the inside to the outside, kills him to death.

"If you run away again, I'll stew you."

"Fuck with me and find you a little wife."

Mozi and Zhao Yun have a clear division of labor. One is responsible for shouting, and the other is responsible for deceiving. It is rare to see such a rare species in ten thousand years. If you happen to come across it, you must get rid of it today no matter what.

Little Wuling didn't listen to their nonsense and just ran away.
Chapter completed!