Chapter 117: Everyone can be afraid, but he can't
"Gross!" The strong shaking made Dongji's face pale with worry, and his stomach churned, and he couldn't help but bend over and retch.
"You incompetent people, don't let this broken ship calm down quickly!" She rushed to Zhuohua and a few people, and she was arrogant.
Zhuohua and the others looked at the sea seriously, ignoring her words.
"I don't want to go, I want to go home!" Seeing that no one paid attention to her, Dongji simply sat on the ground and howled. Even a good-tempered woman like Qin Shuran couldn't help but want to scold.
"Shut up!" Wen Yu turned around and yelled viciously.
Frightened by Wen Yu like this, Dongji's worried voice became louder. "I'm going back to my mother! I'm going back to my father! ”
"How do you go back? Do you swim back on your own? If you want to go back, jump right now, and no one will stop you. Luo Yang said and glared at her fiercely.
However, the more they spoke, the louder the weeping became.
Zhuohua's forehead was bruised, she closed her eyes and inhaled fiercely, and walked up to Dongji Siwei with a fierce attitude, and a hand knife slashed at her neck. Dongji's eyes darkened, his body weakened, and he fell.
Those secret guards, oh, should be considered the guards on the bright side now, staring at Zhuohua with unkind eyes.
"If you're not dead, let her sleep and keep her mouth shut." Zhuohua spread his hands, looking innocent.
When those people heard this, they quietly breathed a sigh of relief. Although they also think that this princess is very annoying, if she really has any mistakes, they will also be buried with them.
Wen Yu quietly handed Zhuohua an appreciative look.
Sometimes, this simple and crude method can be surprisingly effective.
"Whew!" Strange shouts came from all directions. The sky was covered with a pitch-black curtain, and the black clouds were constantly churning, forming a sharp contrast with the white spray on the sea.
A few strands of purple thunder and lightning interspersed with the black clouds, and after a while, it rained heavily.
Before everyone could react, they were drenched in soup. Defend the formation against the attack, but don't even block the rain? The bean-sized raindrops fell on everyone, and Zhuohua's eyes couldn't be opened. She stretched out her hand, rudely wiped her face, injected a few spirit stones into spiritual power, and threw them in different directions. In an instant, a brand-new formation appeared. The rain came to rest above the boat, and then, in a strange arc, it slid down and finally fell into the sea.
"What's going on?" Wen Yu asked the monk.
However, the monk was also trembling, and his answer was stumbling. "This, I don't know this, I, I haven't, I haven't touched it, I ......"
"Alright." Wen Yu interrupted him impatiently, feeling a little headache. This, who the sect sent, is of no use.
"Boom!"
"Bang!"
"Bell!"
The boat trembled slightly, as if something was hitting their flying boat. The ship's defenses protected the entire ship inside.
Zhuohua lowered his head to take a closer look, and saw that large patches of blood were spreading from the bottom of their boat. But after a while, the sea water was dyed bright red.
"It's not the way to go." Chang Qing frowned and looked like Wen Yu, "I don't know how long this defensive array can last." If they continue to attack like this, I am afraid that it will not be long before this layer of defense will dissipate. ”
"Speed up!" Wen Yu said calmly. It's just that the white fingertips reveal the fear in his heart.
At this moment, no one's heart is unfluctuating. But everyone can be afraid, but he can't.