"Feng Gongzi, the clansmen have already landed."

In the hiding place of the cloud shadow, a person quietly sneaked up, glanced at the cloud shadow who seemed to be sleeping in the distance, lowered his voice, and whispered to follow the wind and tell the truth.

He quietly glanced at the cloud shadow who was slumped on the stone chair, as if he was afraid of waking people up, and his voice was lowered a little, "What about the cloud girl?" ”

After a pause, his tone hesitated, "But do you want to wake her up?" ”

Feng Qing glanced at the little minion wordlessly, "You go?" ”

When the little minion heard this, he moved directly to a foot away, his head shook violently, and a frightened look appeared on his face, and he was unusually resistant.

Feng Qing glanced at the little minion with disdain.

So timid and afraid, dare to make this proposal?

His eyes swept to the other minions around him, but before he could speak, the group took three big steps back, showing a tacit understanding that they had never had.

Feng Qing: The green tendons on the forehead of the "......" happily picked up.

Little Cloud's fire punishment really worked.

All of them were extremely impressed with it.

"Gather." Feng Qing's threatening gaze swept over the group and whispered an order.

The group was reluctant, but Feng Qingnai was the leader of the hidden pile, and they had to listen.

dragged forward with slow steps, looking at the wind and being angry and funny.

He didn't want them to die, but who was this reluctant procrastination to see?

"Wind Boy." The respectful call is sparse, and the reluctance is expressed to the extreme.

Feng Qing: "......"

The hand that was about to be picked up, endured it and then put it down, glaring at the group fiercely, "Go and get up the stone seat, let's carry the girl away." ”

If it weren't for the fear that the sound of beating people would be too loud, it would make noise for Xiao Yunduo'er, and he wanted to shoot this group of rat gall subordinates into the land now, and he couldn't pick it out.

is so timid and afraid, what about the momentum of the dark pile?!

The crowd was silent.

He turned his head to look at Yunying's huge stone seat, spread his hands, looked at his own hands, and looked deeply at Fengqing with a reproachful gaze.

That seems to be saying: With such slender arms and calves as a few of us, how can you bear it!

Feng Qing didn't care about this at all, and cheekily endured everyone's accusations, and said, "If you want Xiao Yunduo'er to go by herself..."

Signal everyone to feel free.

Everyone shivered in unison, like a stream of cold water pouring down on their heads, chilling their hearts!

Lift, they can't carry it!

The group approached the stone seat step by step with a sad and indignant look of death.

If they and others had died, they would have been crushed to death by this stone seat.

And the culprit, Lao Jie locks the wind boy!

The group stood still in the fourth position of the stone seat, and exchanged a glance in unison, one, two, three, up!

Everyone grabbed the protrusions of the stone seat and worked in unison.

The green tendons on the back of the hand burst out, the face was red, the lips were bitten white, and a few people still had a little blood, and they gritted their teeth desperately to insist.

lest I be careless and lose my strength.

Fifteen seconds...

Thirty seconds.....

Thirty-five seconds!

Forty ——!

“——！！！”

The crowd collapsed on the ground like deflated balloons.

The palms of the hands are flushed red on the inside and outside.

In order to allow Yunying to sit on the stone seat more comfortably, and for the sake of aesthetics, the group polished the surface of the rock to a smooth surface when building this stone seat, causing the stone seat to be not only heavy, but also difficult to grasp.

The hearts of the people were desolate.

It's probably like digging a deep pit and burying yourself, right?