Feng Yutian's innocuous words fell on the ears of the leading middle-aged man, just like a holy decree, which was extremely effective.

I saw that the leading middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, and then his mouth trembled, and his voice was hoarse, and he said slowly: "That, the baby is in the pocket of the villain's clothes, please raise your noble feet first." ”

Feng Yutian looked at the middle-aged leader, his mouth trembling, his face full of tears, and at the same time, he smiled flatteringly at her, and immediately removed the foot that stepped on his abdomen in disgust.

There is a way that men don't flick when they have tears.

The leading middle-aged man cried like a slug, but he still didn't forget to slap the horse, where is a bit of what a normal man should be.

Stepping on this kind of person, she felt dirty her feet.

If it weren't for the damage to her soul and the fact that she could only use force, she would never have had any physical contact with the leading middle-aged man, even if this kind of contact only required a little foot force through the soles of her shoes.

The middle-aged man in the lead saw that Feng Yutian had moved his feet, and immediately got up from the ground with great difficulty.

Immediately afterwards, the leading middle-aged man subconsciously rubbed his painful abdomen that was kicked, and then under Feng Yutian's gaze, he reached out from the pocket of his clothes, pulled it left and left, and took out the 'baby' in his mouth.

Seeing this, Feng Yutian couldn't help frowning slightly.

This thing is not so much a treasure as a whistle.

Moreover, it is also a whistle that is no different from an ordinary whistle and has no features at all.

Could it be that this leading middle-aged man used such a mediocre whistle to ventilate the news?

When it comes to whistles, don't they all need to be played before they can be transmitted?

However, she had been paying attention to the middle-aged man's every move before.

In her memory, the middle-aged man in the lead had never whistled at all.

So, what the hell is going on?

Just as Feng Yutian was thinking, he saw the middle-aged man who was the leader, suddenly put his hands together, palms up, and bowed three times to the whistle.

That pious appearance, as if he was holding in his hand, was not a simple object, but a supreme treasure that made people can't help but crawl on the ground.

Feng Yutian couldn't help but squint his eyes as he looked at the actions of the middle-aged man in the lead.

This guy won't be communicating with anyone again, right?

Thinking of this, Feng Yutian sank his soul back into the third dimension, and asked the soul bell with his consciousness, "In addition to the two people mentioned before, are there any others rushing here?"

As soon as Feng Yutian's voice fell, the soul bell in the third space immediately responded:

"No, but I can see that the speed of those two people is increasing, how long are you going to stay here?"

Although, Feng Yutian's move of looking for it only when he had something to do made it very unhappy.

However, compared to its own small unhappiness, right now, Feng Yutian's safety is obviously more important to it.

"How long?" Feng Yu said.

"Within half a cup of tea, they'll find it. The Dementor said.

It is a deliberate exaggeration.

After all, according to Feng Yutian's temperament, if it told the truth, she would definitely stay here longer.

In order to avoid unnecessary disputes, it is better to let her out of here as soon as possible.

"So fast!" Feng Yutian heard this, and did not doubt him: "Okay, I know." ”

After saying this, Feng Yutian's divine soul disappeared into the third space again.

Seeing this, the Dementor Bell sighed again: It's like this every time!

Feng Yutian glanced at it, and was still looking at the middle-aged man who was breaking the whistle and kneeling and bowing, and he was bored.

From the mouth of the leading middle-aged man, he couldn't ask for any useful information.

It's better to do it quickly.

Thinking so, Feng Yutian looked around.

The surroundings are deserted, and there are only all kinds of flowers and trees.

Suddenly, Feng Yutian's expression moved slightly, and in the next second, her gaze stayed on an ordinary branch.