Chapter 702

Time passed, and a man and a snake fell asleep in a long night's conversation.

Luo Fengqing slept very peacefully, perhaps because there was the breath of the Sky Devouring Snow Python on the battle boat, so all the low-level fierce beasts around him did not dare to approach.

This made the white-robed men on the night vigil very incredible.

"Normally, in the middle of the night, there will be at least three or more fierce beasts to attack the warship, what happened today, I didn't see any of them?"

"We don't know, maybe it's because they're afraid of the Great Elder."

"Don't guess, maybe there's something on our warship that scares them, so they don't dare to come forward." One of the white-robed men at the head said.

The white-robed people: "......"

Hearing their own boss's explanation, everyone seemed to realize something, and looked at the war boat behind them, showing horror.

Many people shook their heads, not daring to think about it.

"Vigil! Vigil! The white-robed man led by him also dispelled the idea that the war boat had something scary, and hurriedly pulled out his voice to alleviate the fear in everyone's hearts at this moment.

However, there were still one or two people who looked at the war boat, and their feet were a little weak.

The next day, early in the morning.

Luo Fengqing opened his eyes and looked at the beautiful woman who was sleeping soundly on the side.

Luo Fengqing frowned: "What a demon, I don't know if that man will surrender you in the future." ”

Thinking of this, Luo Fengqing remembered some movies he had watched in modern times, the story of "The Legend of the White Snake", and thought of the mortal husband of the White Snake, Jun Xu Xian.

couldn't help but look at the beautiful woman and muttered: "Will your husband be surnamed Xu in the future, such as Xu Qinglong, Xu Xianlong, Xu Silly Long ......and the like?"

The Sky Swallowing Snow Python didn't hear Luo Fengqing's words, if he heard it, he would definitely be angry......

Luo Fengqing thought of something again, patted the face of the beautiful woman, and sighed: "Swallow, you almost squeezed me out of bed yesterday, you better go back to the spirit pet space to sleep more nourishing." ”

She slowly raised her hand, pinched her little hand, and pointed at the beautiful woman on the bed, and suddenly, a white light flew out from her fingertips, enveloping the beautiful woman.

When the white light dissipated, the beautiful woman had disappeared on the bed.

Luo Fengqing closed his eyes and looked at the spirit pet space, where a big white snake was sleeping soundly.

When he opened his eyes, Luo Fengqing had returned to reality.

After a simple bite of spiritual rice porridge, he opened the room and walked out.

Several rooms on the battleship, almost synchronous.

On the left where Luo Fengqing's room is located is the third An Ranxuan, the third of the Holy Envoy, and on the right is Xue Xinxin, the son of the Holy Maiden.

When Xue Xinxin opened the door and took a step, the moment she saw Luo Fengqing, her eyes were full of sarcasm.

"Who does Miss Ben think, it turns out to be the Holy Envoy of the Wind Light, by the way, isn't it fun to have a fierce beast under the snow sea." Xue Xin sneered, for Luo Fengqing to escape from the sea of snow, he felt that Luo Fengqing must have escaped by luck, not by strength at all.

And yesterday Luo Fengqing came back from the sea of snow, she didn't see it with her own eyes, although she heard about it, Xue Xinxin thought it was just an illusion, and she didn't have to be afraid of false rumors.

Luo Fengqing closed the room, swept to Xue Xinxin on the right, and said lightly: "It's not fun, you go down in person, don't you understand." ”

Xuexinxin: "You ————"

Xue Xinxin clenched her hands, feeling that she couldn't say anything about Luo Fengqing, and she was really unwilling.

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