Chapter 1867: Who Caused the Trouble (3)
"Time is still passing, and it can be seen from the Situ family sailing near us that we have not fallen into hallucinations, nor have we fallen into a star sector where time has stopped, just space...... Blocked by a closed ring. ”
The wood stove has been biting his fingers for three days in a row, almost biting his fingernails!
"This ...... What can I do about this?! ”
Mu Liu's face was dished. When I thought of the fate of being trapped in this space trap and not being able to get out, I couldn't help but feel a chill.
As you can imagine......
With his own cultivation with Xiaoxiao, Ziming and his uncle, he can't die for a year and a half, but he will always float in the same place until thousands of years later, everyone will turn into white bones in turn.
At that time, a dilapidated ancient boat may suddenly appear in the sea of stars, and on the boat is his own dewatered and rotten corpse...... attracted the descendants of the Mu family to come to check the situation, and then stood aside and sighed: Alas, this bone should belong to our Muliu ancestor......
Don't wow!
"This is to let us die in the most desperate way, and at the same time, it will also make the Mu family unable to find a clue in a short period of time!" Zhen Xiaoxiao's face turned slightly pale, and once again recalled the inexplicable killing intent that swept through his heart before!
This method of killing is extremely clever.
Even though they had been silently introduced to Huangquan Road, they could not trigger the family warning because the life card they kept in the Mu family was intact.
"You three ......" Zhen Xiaoxiao looked around at the three people present, and his gaze stayed on the wooden stove for the longest time: "Have you offended anyone outside?" ”
Although I know that I am a scourge.
However, it hasn't been long since Zhenxiaoxiao arrived in the Yan World, and she hasn't had time to make any mortal enemies, so she doesn't think that this time the killing machine comes from herself.
"Nope!" Mu Ziming shook her head desperately, she was already young, she had been away from home for a short time, and she only took on some simple tasks.
"Nope!" Mu Liu scratched his head, most of the time, he traveled with his father, every move, with his father's order, he would not go out of line.
So it was really small and rhythmic, and Mu Ziming and Mu Liu also began to look at the wooden stove as if they were nothing.
"Ahem!"
Pretending not to feel the scorching gaze of the six streams, the wood stove coughed twice, and it was really impossible to hold on.
So he immediately took out a small ledger from his bosom and flipped through it quickly.
"I just went to Huangtian District this year to grab some precious grass, and the old monster in Wushan shouldn't be the kind of person who wants to kill people for a few real ginseng plants......"
"In December last year, I offended the Qiangqin Fairy because of the alchemy for Luo Shanjun, but the little beauty's methods are not so poisonous......"
"Last November, I blew up the treasure house of the Thunder God of War and robbed him of his Sky Cannon, but now he is surrounded and suppressed by several star bandits, and he is all anxious, and he must not have time to take care of Lao Tzu's ......"
Licking his fingers, the wooden stove continued to turn the pages, because the small ledger couldn't remember all the bad things he did in a month!
Hearing this, the eyes of the wood stove were already extremely manic.
It's him, he's him, he's him!
If the gaze can kill, the wood stove has already died a hundred times in the death gaze of Mu Liu and Mu Ziming!
It must be the trouble this bastard uncle has provoked!
I had already said that I didn't want to go with him, and my father had to stuff him into the boat, and he said that he would at least have an elder to escort him!
Escort fart!
It must be that the Mu family is also afraid of leaving the wooden stove at home, and it will explode today, and tomorrow the chickens will fly and the dogs will jump, so they will take this opportunity to sweep him out. But the abacus is playing well, this time, even his son is pitted!