At the top of the big tree, which was seven or eight feet high, there was a person standing fluttering. The brocade robe and jade crown, the dark blue brocade robe is made of unknown materials, flashing a faint glow in the night, and there are dark golden flowing clouds flying patterns on the placket of the robe.

The face is like a crown of jade, a pair of heroic eyebrows are obliquely inserted into the sideburns, the corners of the eyes are slightly raised, and the eyes are sharp and clear.

He looks like he is only twelve or thirteen years old, although he is young, but he has a natural royal nobility.

He stood there with his arms crossed, and he didn't know how long he had been looking.

When Wu Jiuzi saw him at first glance, she was startled, she was not skilled in flying, and her feet shook under this fright, and she couldn't lift her breath anymore, and she fell straight down with a thud!

A silver light flashed, Wu Jiuzi's eyes flashed, and the body that was falling didn't know what was being held, and it stopped and hung there in the air.

Wu Jiuzi turned his eyes and shook his fingers!

She was now wrapped in a shining silver net, like a big fish caught in a net.

She struggled, but the net retracted as she struggled, tightening her body tighter.

The little boy spread his body and flew over like a big bird, suspended in front of her, and looked at her from above: "Dirty girl, who are you?" ”

"Little one, let me down." Wu Jiuzi grinded his teeth secretly.

It's really capsized in the gutter, and she was actually hung here like a fish by a little kid.

"What's the little guy, the big guy?!" The handsome little Zhengtai's face darkened, obviously he didn't want to hear this word, and looked Wu Jiuzi up and down: "Stupid girl, you're not big, maybe you're younger than this king!" ”

"Okay, okay, we're pretty much there. If I'm wrong, you put me down first. "Although Wu Jiuzi's body is small now, her actual age is nineteen years old after all, and she is a young and beautiful girl, so naturally she doesn't want to be like a little child whose hair has not faded.

"Say your name, and the king will let you down." The handsome little Shota raised her chin.

Which country is this little boy the prince of? Do you also work part-time to check your account? It's really not a lot of nosy!

Wu Jiuzi was a little unhappy with his lofty little appearance, and his eyes rolled slightly: "My name is Hao Ayi." Okay, I've said my name, you can talk and let me go. ”

"Hao Ayi?" The young man repeated, and suddenly raised his eyebrows: "No! You are practicing the kung fu of Mojiabao, and you should be surnamed Mo! ”

This boy has a pair of sharp eyes! Just by watching her flying with her royal objects, you can guess her teacher's inheritance.

What does this look like? Is it to look at the original fighting power, or to look at the method of using the fighting spirit?

The fighting power is indeed Mojiabao's, but she learned the method of using the fighting power from Ah Jiu......

She is still confused about this continent, and she really doesn't know which school she is from-

"My surname is Mo."

So what do you say, what is your name, Hao Ayi? "The brocade-robed boy is aggressive.

"That's my alias, and I like people to call me that." Wu Jiuzi's face was not red and his heart was not beating: "Besides, the name is just a person's code name, whether my name is Zhang San or Li Si, it's all me, this can't be changed, right?" You're thinking too much and you're obsessed. ”

The young man: "......" He was a little dazed by her specious words, and he didn't think of anything to refute for a while.