The magical Wang Ba Tang allowed anyone to touch the existence of spiritual consciousness, and he could even see his spiritual body flickering with a shining light, turning the gloomy nest (... The ditch shone as clearly as daytime.

On the barrier, there were circles of mysterious runes, flashing by, and when anyone wanted to check further, they could no longer enter such a state, and even the spirit body could not be seen again.

Everything came suddenly and went quickly, just like the fireworks that suddenly bloomed in the sky during the festival, and disappeared in a flash, leaving nothing behind.

"Uncle, do you feel anything wrong?" looked at Mao curiously, looking at him with a flat face.

Mao seemed to wipe his beard, and looked at him a little inexplicably, "I feel it, it's so hot that it almost blisters the skin of the master's mouth." ”

Mao doesn't seem to be a child anymore, and it's not the first time he eats, and he can be so ignorant and make himself ugly.

Before he drank the soup, he had secretly used an ice and snow spell to cool down, and it stands to reason that the soup should be at room temperature.

I didn't expect the entrance to be so hot, if it weren't for his spiritual power to protect his body, he would have resisted one or two for him, and this mouth would have festered and blistered at this time.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but be a little puzzled, this Wang Ba soup was already so hot, how could the sea king in that pot still fly freely in it, and from time to time he raised his head and looked at him big and small.

This lord and favorite all reveal eccentricity. The reason why Mao seems to have been standing still and not rushing to escape from here is that he is not sure of victory.

The little prince looked small, looked weird, and the energy contained in his body didn't do anything, just so quietly now there, it made Mao seem to have a sense of oppression in the face of Tianwei.

This is a very mysterious feeling, and he can't raise the slightest sense of resistance, because there is a voice in the dark that tells him that those who dare to resist have already been boiled and drunk by this ugly monster.

This kind of feeling can only be perceived when the cultivation is about to break through, because at this time, they have to break through the various constraints imposed on the monks, so they can clearly perceive the breath of fate.

Legend has it that the little prince is a person cursed by fate, and he naturally has a trace of fate on his body.

Mao couldn't figure out how strong the little prince was, so he had to attribute it all to this.

"Haha...... Did you actually feel anything? Tell me, what color did you feel? ”

The little prince couldn't wait to rush to any of them and looked up at him.

Then, he was too short, and either too tall, and he spoke like this, and there was a feeling that his majesty had been extinguished.

The little prince kicked his little thick legs, and he had already jumped on Mao Xian's neck, like riding a big horse, making Mao seem to be carrying him.

Mao seems to be self-conscious, and he has never done anything in his life to let others ride his neck.

"You go down for me!"

He grabbed the little prince's body and wanted to throw him out.

The little prince was like a root, firmly nailed to his shoulder, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pull it off.

made him sweat profusely like this, and he couldn't do anything about the little prince, so he could only snore and dress roughly.

The little prince patted his head and said in a cheerful tone: "Old man, sitting on your shoulder is lifting you, and if you make trouble, believe it or not, I will sit on your head with my ass?"

Mao looked so sick that he wanted to vomit blood, he was old, and he was taught a lesson by such a big milk doll, this sour taste, it was not too sadistic.

"What milk doll? The master is an adult, do you understand? Don't think about it if you don't understand, otherwise you will have to open a scoop and look at your nest (. . . Is the ditch black or white?"

As he spoke, the little prince was still dissatisfied with Mao Xian's head and slapped it, full of warnings.

Mao really didn't dare to move at this time, this person could actually hear his inner thoughts, this is really terrifying, is this still a human being? I'm afraid that none of those god kings have such an ability.

"Hmph! If you dare to think nonsense, Your Highness will definitely kill chickens and monkeys, and find someone to be angry. You're not going to want to try it, are you?"

"Hehehe...... The little prince said with a smile, it is my honor that your master can appear on my neck. ”

Mao seemed to have to give in.

Anyone on the side, but he didn't have the time to care about what Mao seemed to do, he was only interested in the little prince's questioning.

"Little prince, why did I hallucinate after drinking this Wang Ba soup just now? Am I not poisoned and dizzy?"

"Hahaha...... Sure enough, you saw it. As my destined person, I can be regarded as waiting for you. ”

The little prince danced happily, and a pair of calves swayed, hitting Mao's chest, crackling loudly.

Mao only felt a burst of tightness in his chest and abdomen, and he felt nauseous and wanted to vomit, and just like that, he had already suffered a lot of minor injuries.

It's just that he gritted his teeth and endured it, and didn't show anything.

Wipe the cold sweat from the corners of his forehead, what is a fateful person? He came all the way here, but he didn't come here for an ugly bastard.

"I don't know what the little prince means by this, please explain!"

In the face of any, the little prince seems to be so tolerant, and his tone of voice is very brisk.

"Hahaha...... If you are destined, you are naturally a fellow person. You are a man who has been favored by fate, and in the days to come, I dare to assert that your achievements are absolutely immeasurable!"

Only such a person is qualified to walk with him all the way.

Hearing the other party's affirmative words, instead of being overjoyed, Ren looked at the little prince with a strange expression, "Little prince, I admit that I am indeed a person who is favored by fate. ”

He has been unlucky all day, as little as three or five, as many as seven or eight, and it is not easy to live safely until now.

With such a fate, apart from the tricks of fate, he really can't figure out who else has such magical powers.

"Wow! Sure enough, you are the destined person I have been waiting for for a hundred years, I want to bow to you, from now on, you are my little brother. When you go out, remember to report my name - Prince Baqi, you will be able to bless you with peace and security. ”

"Eight prayers...... Ahem...... Nice to meet you. However, forget about swearing or something, I'm just an ordinary person, and I'm really not qualified to climb up to a powerful person like you. ”

Prince Baqi's eyes darkened, "Are you looking down on me?

His tone suddenly changed from the exuberance just now to gloomy sadness, and the style of painting changed too quickly, giving anyone the illusion that he had failed something.