Chapter 523 - 526: Who Knows Who?

"Colorful poisonous spiders, so beautiful......" Yeting exclaimed happily, she liked it the most, so cute color.

"Where?" Yan Huang panicked, and was about to fall off the tree, but was caught in mid-air.

Yan Shuimiao, who was watching from a distance, watched angrily as Yan Huang was rescued.

The people on the trees held their breath, obediently, it was actually the Red Refining Emperor who saved the Yan Famine.

Yan Huang gratefully wanted to touch the head of the Red Refining Mang Emperor, swallowing the sky and swept it over with a cold eye, its head can only be touched by the master, for the sake of her being the master's slave, he saved her, he didn't care, he still wanted to touch me.

Swallowing the sky with a sneeze, swallowing all the colorful poisonous spiders in one gulp, and then leaning his head around the tree to sleep, indicating that this towering tree is its territory from now on, and the people on the tree are its.

The scattered cultivators around looked at the Red Refining Emperor who suddenly appeared tremblingly, and they didn't understand why it didn't go to greet the divine beast that was about to be born?

Rather, they curled up in this tree. Could it be that he fell in love with these women who couldn't even see their faces clearly, black at least, and looked like savages making Chinese food?

Isn't that a special taste?

Yan Shuimiao looked at this scene from afar, gritted her teeth hatefully, and gestured: "Yan Huang, if you don't come, I'll let your mother ......"

Yan Huang received a threat from Yan Shuimiao, and when the colorful poisonous spider appeared, she knew that her nightmare that she couldn't break free from was coming.

Yan Huang closed her eyes in pain and calmly descended from the tree, she didn't understand why her father would take her mother with him on any occasion when he didn't want to see their mother and daughter.

"Yan Huang, where are you going?" Mu Jiuke called.

Although they are from the same sect, they belong to different peaks, and they can't meet once in a year and a half, but they can judge which peak they are disciples based on their service.

This time they experienced friendship, and they became friends.

"It's okay, just go for a walk."

"It's dangerous here, so don't go. They're all looking for something to eat, and we're the five girls left. Huo Wanzhen stopped.

Yan Huang Meiyu's melancholy couldn't fool her.

"You help me give this herb to the fairy, I have something to do and have to go home, thank you."

"Yan Huang", Tian Lai looked at Yan Shuimiao who was standing far away: "Yan Shuimiao is threatening you again!" You are a, you are a man, what does your father think, let her bully you, if you have good talent, you can do whatever you want? Tian Lai knew that no one could stop Yan Huang, they both belonged to the ancient realm, and she knew why Yan Huang had to go back.

She accompanies him, see what she Yan Shui Miao is going to do? Can you still peel off the desolation?

Mu Jiuke, Huo Wanzhen, and Yeting also followed down the tree, and the four weird people swaggered towards the Yan family's tent in such strange costumes.

It's not that they are so trendy, but they can't open the storage ring at all, can't take out the clothes to change, or forget that there is such a thing as a storage ring, after all, they haven't used it for a long time.

They were followed by a group of people watching the excitement, wondering which family was an outlier.

Outside the Yan family's big tent, Yan Shuimiao stood at the door of the big tent, waiting for Yan Huang with a smile, of course she wouldn't let her enter the big tent to cover her shame, but would add another stroke on such a big occasion.

"Third brother, these are your friends in the rivers and lakes?"

Don't blame Yan Shui Miao for being clumsy, the fact is that these four people have messy hair like grass stalks, strips of cloth on their bodies, clothes made of leaves, belts made of bark, exposed arms and thighs or something, and their whole faces are covered in black mud, who knows whom?