He is so lucky, others are not so lucky.

"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, each fell, and the scum that fell was gone!"

"My Xi'er is really the most talented girl in the world!"

The corners of Duanmu Ming's mouth were curved very high, although he didn't understand why these people fell to the ground one after another, but seeing that his family Xi'er was in a big mood and composed poems, it was not difficult to guess that this must be related to her.

"What means did Xiao Xi'er use? Hurry up and recruit from the truth! ”

She shrugged her shoulders and said innocently: "This has nothing to do with me, it's their covetousness ...... dewdrops."

Jun Qianxi blinked, and the person next to him understood without explanation.

He reached out and pinched her nose, and said that he had nothing to do with her, if she hadn't asked him to break the ban on the stele and open the tomb of the gods.

How could those people be in such a hurry to take out the dew drops to restore their spiritual power?

It seems that everything has been calculated since she threw the bottle at the little beast.

She deliberately said it so vaguely, just to arouse Duanmu Rui's suspicion and let him know that the magic of dew drops was causing coaxing.

At this moment, there was another "plop" sound, either a broken hand or a broken rib, anyway, none of those decent people were intact.

There were constant screams in his ears, and the corners of Jun Qianxi's mouth were always smiling.

The dew is indeed a good baby, but it is also limited to places where there is no cold air.

It is formed because the cold air of the night covers the grass, and when the sun rises, the frost turns into dewdrops.

Not long ago, they were in a hurry to restore their spiritual power with the help of dewdrops, which were still left in their veins.

No, as soon as they jump into the hole, they return to their previous life, which is frost.

The spiritual power in their muscles and veins will naturally solidify, and as soon as the spiritual power solidifies, their bodies will lose their balance, and after losing their support, they will fall down and fall into a rut.

She had a map of the Tomb of the Gods, but she didn't take the lead, but watched the miserable appearance of those famous and decent families with Duanmu Ming watching the play on the side.

This is just the beginning, she will get back the anger she received before.

Her divine sense shrouded the people who kept landing, but she clearly remembered that someone pushed her, and she would rush towards Su Mei'er, and then she fell into the water.

At first, she thought it was Mu Xueyan, but then she thought that the other party's cold tsundere would never do such a thing.

And she also wanted to enter the tomb of the gods, and she didn't know that Su Mei'er could absorb the cold qi, how could she do it?

It must be someone else!

She already had a faint guess in her heart, but where are you hiding Bai Ningshuang?

Suddenly, her divine sense locked on an extraordinarily petite figure, her appearance was really ordinary, no wonder she had never paid attention to her.

"Creep ......"

Jun Qianxi shouted softly, and the little skeleton pretending to be dead on the side quickly reorganized.

"Go get that guy here!"

The person with Jun Qianxi's finger happened to be disfigured by the white condensation cream, and the other party absorbed a lot of dewdrops, and the muscles and veins were solidified at this time, and it seemed that the broken hands and feet were at least.

The little soldier reached the place where the white frost fell in the blink of an eye, and instead of reaching out to pick it up, it watched her fall to the ground.