In order for the master to catch up with them accurately, Nie Renyan even thoughtfully used the black smoke to drag a slender tail along the way as a mark for guiding the way.

The Chaos hanging below the black mist and the water polo made a long anti-sheer arc, and finally realized that he was intercepted by some kind of shòu with a similar breath, and suddenly struggled a little angrily. That sturdy body like a mountain fluttering is not an ordinary trouble. Imagine a whole mountain in your hand while it's juggling somersaults.

"Death!" Nie Renyan impatiently tightened the chaotic black smoke, and said, "Forget about strangulation, how can this guy be so tossed, Nima's hands are about to be completely ruined by it... "..." He was like someone who had just come out of the supermarket and walked for a long time with a heavy shopping bag. After one hand was a little awkward, he changed the black mist wrapped around the palm of his hand. Then he moved his free fingers and complained.

"I'll do it." Seeing his grinning face, Ye Zhao thought to himself: Chaos' body is a little heavy, but Nie Renyan's prototype is also a mountain-like monstrosity, and the black fog changes with his will Yes, the contact area in the hand is extended to the maximum, and it is reasonable to say that it will not be like this.

"No, no, I can just carry it. It doesn't matter if your hands are numb, you can give me a massage, daughter-in-law." Nie Renyan stretched out his paws with a smile, and even took half of his shoulders. Zhao said: "Or let Lao Tzu touch you twice, you will be full of energy!" =_,=

Ye Zhao looked blankly at the half-truth and half-dressed, and said, "Gān, just chop off your abolished arm." But he still put his hand on Nie Renyan's shoulder, seeing that he at least Half of it was true, he moved his five fingers expressionlessly and pinched it with one hand.

Probably because he usually uses his fingers to control the sea, Ye Zhao's ten fingers are extremely flexible now, and he can naturally have room for things like pressing and rubbing his shoulders, although he has a cold face the whole time. To a certain extent, there are signs of blue veins throbbing and both eyes slightly burning, but the strength in the hands is just right, pinching Nie Renyan's body comfortably, and his heart is overjoyed [...], and he begins to speak without covering the bar .

While bracing himself, he enjoyed the reluctant shoulder-pinch service of the arrogant and arrogant Lord Ye Zhao, while thinking about the scene when the master saw them - a huge black water polo with a slender tail dragging behind his buttocks. ...

"Yo! Daughter-in-law, our look is jīng—hush!" Before Nie Renyan finished speaking, he felt the fingertips pinching his shoulders slammed away. Tingling, he twitched the corners of his mouth, and continued to fill in the last few words, "—the same." =_,=

Ye Zhao looked at him blankly: "…………………… Can you say a normal metaphor someday?!"

Nie Renyan laughed happily: "Tadpole."

Ye Zhao: "……………………" Why is it completely wrong when the serious words come out of his mouth?==

Nie Renyan continued: "Daughter-in-law, let's settle this and go home to grow tadpoles!" =_,=

Ye Zhao: "……………………"

Even though Ye Zhao and Nie Renyan had already marked the route and stopped to wait, the speed of the master and the others were incomparable. For them, it took a few minutes to walk, and the pomegranate had to rush for nearly half an hour with the few people on its back. After all, it had to twist and detour on both sides of Nie Renyan's straight line, and there was nothing to find. The safety gap of the fog flies. When it saw the water polo where Nie Renyan and Ye Zhao were standing, it stretched its neck and increased its speed, increasing the amplitude and frequency of its wings to the highest level, so tired that its eyes almost protruded.

Its speed is relatively slow compared to Ye Zhao and Nie Renyan, but it is quite fast compared to the ordinary humans like Grandmaster. Originally used to stand on the back of the pomegranate and stand against the wind, with wide sleeves fluttering, a master who looks like a fraud, after almost being blown away by the air, he obediently learned from Shi Shi and Jiang Qi, and threw his five bodies to the ground throughout the whole process, holding on to the pomegranate's back. Feather roots.

It wasn't until Pomegranate suddenly stopped in front of Ye Zhao and Nie Renyan that the three men stood up from its back in a daze.

The master was tossed all the way by the pomegranate, his face was pale, and he almost spit on the edge of his back. He took a few steps forward with trembling steps, and rushed to the water polo in front of him: "The old man is here! However, let the pomegranate rest its wings first, and let the old man take a breath. This kind of deadly flying method can't be found in Kunlun, the old man. It's time to replace this old life..."

Stone supported him for a walk on Pomegranate's back, reaching out to help him follow his breath.

In the water polo, Nie Renyan, who had been beaten by Ye Zhao long before the master arrived, rushed outside and said, "Well, but don't rest for too long, I always feel that the fog is getting more and more wrong."