"Ah!!h Its eyes are strangely looking and still squirming.

Lin Xiaoqiang observed it carefully and found that the green man's eyes had moved from the position of his ears to the position of his mouth, but he still looked very shocking, and he could feel inexplicable evil thoughts when he looked at it.

As soon as he saw the green man looking this way, Lin Xiaoqiang heard another inhalation sound in his ears, and he decisively turned around and covered Song Wanhua's mouth, trying to hold her back.

Song Wanhua's screams were too lethal, if she were an ordinary person next to her, I am afraid that she would have been foaming at the mouth and unconscious, but fortunately, she was good at defense, Lin Xiaoqiang thought shamefully, but she still couldn't cover Song Wanhua.

A scream pierced the clouds, followed by a temperature that dropped by more than a dozen degrees in an instant. Song Wanhua was able to use a super-large-scale ice freezing spell in addition to fear, how strong would this strength be if it could be used normally?

Shivering involuntarily, Lin Xiaoqiang hurriedly pulled Song Wanhua out of the way. Because Song Wanhua's attack just now also frightened the green man, and it also scared it into flying.

There was a figure in the air, and the figure had several branches growing on its body, one of which ran across its head, as if it had been pierced, and the vines hanging from its head made it look like a man hanging from a tree.

Although Song Wanhua was afraid, her escape skills did not fall at all, and after reacting, she grabbed Lin Xiaoqiang instead, and ice cubes kept appearing under her feet, carrying her quickly into the distance like a skateboard.

"Calm down..."Lin Xiaoqiang shouted weakly, he didn't know what evil this person had fallen into, and he would be so frightened by that kind of thing that he would run away.

"That's just the spirit of a tree! It's not a ghost!" Seeing that he was about to hit the huge tree trunk, Lin Xiaoqiang was angry: "You can see clearly! That's the demon king! That's the demon king, not a ghost!"

"I... I'm afraid..."Song Wanhua said sadly, looking back at Lin Xiaoqiang with tears in her eyes.

"Trees!!" Lin Xiaoqiang shouted desperately when he saw the trees close at hand.

With a 'poof', Lin Xiaoqiang crashed into Song Wanhua's back, and Song Wanhua crashed into a huge ball of white cotton and fell deep into it.

"Calm down!" A nice female voice came from the cotton, Lin Xiaoqiang was stunned, and then reacted that this should be the spirit talking.

The two of them pulled themselves out of the cotton, only to find that they were surrounded by white cotton, which was supposed to be a small trick used by the spirit. Song Wanhua breathed a sigh of relief, the other party did not have obvious malice.

Because she couldn't see the hateful-looking spirit, Song Wanhua also calmed down a little, she listened to the voice in her ears, still staring around vigilantly, a pair of eyes gurgling, like a little rabbit with ears pricked up and vigilant.

"What do you mean by that?" Lin Xiaoqiang was unhappy as soon as he found himself trapped, he stared at a certain position on his right, his eyes motionless as he looked there.

"Calm down, calm down, wait until we have a good face!" the voice of the spirit came out of the cotton, it was very dull, and it was impossible to tell where it was from the source of the sound.

Hua Ling was trying to shape her appearance according to Song Wanhua's facial features, and suddenly a spirit was excited, and she found that the man was staring at her hiding place, she moved her position shyly, and then Lin Xiaoqiang followed her movement and continued to stare.

"Whew... Don't stare at us like that, we're afraid, we don't want to hurt you!" The voice of the spirit came out of the cotton again.

Because she couldn't see the spirit but could hear it, Song Wanhua was still very nervous, she stepped back and prepared to lean on Lin Xiaoqiang, but she didn't expect that there was no one behind her, and she lay on the cotton mat directly on her back without defense, making a series of 'poof' sounds.

Lin Xiaoqiang's eyebrows rose up and down, and he chose to pretend not to see it when he watched Song Wanhua's mysterious operation, turned his head and continued to study cotton.

In fact, he was secretly arranging the formation, after all, he was trapped in the cage of others, his nerves were not so big, and some necessary protective measures still had to be done.

"There is cotton in this place, too?" Lin Xiaoqiang asked in surprise as he poked at the soft white cotton, making sure that this thing was really a fiber he was familiar with.

"Hehe, this is tobacco cotton, our specialty!" explained the spirit proudly.

Hearing Hua Ling's explanation, Lin Xiaoqiang was shocked: "Your body is actually a cotton plant?"

"Our body is smoke bamboo!!What kind of eyes do you have?!" The spirit said very strangely, and then suddenly realized, "I'm sorry we forgot, we're from over there..."

"Hello, our name is Yanzhu, it's what you call the spirit in the dimensional crack, hehe, one of our major characteristics is that we can weave cloth! These tobacco cotton are our specialty, so can you hold back the poke? We haven't disconnected from this tobacco cotton yet... You're still poking with your spiritual power!!"

Lin Xiaoqiang smiled wryly, "I'm sorry, this cigarette cotton feels so good, I can't help but touch it more." ”

"That's not it! Our cigarette cotton wool is said to be beautiful by all spirit humans! And this cigarette cotton has not been disconnected from us, and it is still at its most active!"

The smug voice of the spirit came, and then he said angrily: "Don't poke with the aura!!, we're very itchy!!"

Lin Xiaoqiang was stunned, and turned his head to look at Song Wanhua, who was squatting on the ground and poking cotton aggrievedly.

There is a very magical thing about this cigarette wool, that is, it is not dirty. The dirt on the feet, the branches and the like flowed out as if they were being carried by the water as soon as they came into contact with the cigarette cotton.

Song Wanhua listened to the voice of the spirit with black lines on her head, rubbing her hands awkwardly, she now had a feeling that her hands were very rough, thinking about it, she couldn't help but pinch another handful of cigarette cotton, this soft feel than silk really made her linger, just like swimming in milk, the slight resistance did not reduce the feel, but also gave the fingertips enough time to analyze and understand this structure, which was really unforgettable.

"Woo... We're itchy... Eh, what's the situation with this sudden comfort?!" The voice of the spirit changed instantly, from the fried kitten just now to the enjoying kitten.

"Ahem, we haven't laid out our facial features yet... Wait a minute..."

At this time, two hours have passed, and in this gentle township that is so warm that people will not want to return, when Lin Xiaoqiang is about to fall into a coma, Hua Ling suddenly shouted excitedly: "Let's grow up!"