You know, even the ancestor Xuan Sheng, the holy king Shan Kui, the holy monk Dao Ye, and the saint fan have never noticed the lotus lantern, but the latter can avoid the other party's perception, which is enough to explain everything!

But now, the lotus lantern shows no response!

It’s a long story, but in one breath, Wu Ming made the decision that he must leave here!

boom!

But at the moment of thinking, Wu Ming turned around and struck out with his palm, but was knocked back and rolled by a huge force pouring into his arm.

"Why!"

There was a sigh, light and shadow flickered, and an independent and outstanding figure appeared.

"Zhao Shuhang!"

Wu Ming's pupils shrank and his heart sank.

I never expected that the other party would appear at this moment!

"Little...young master?"

At this moment, a dry exclamation came from behind, but he saw Wu Fu staring at the Long Miao Spear on Wu Ming's chest, and then looking at his own hands, as if he couldn't imagine how he could use this precious spear to pierce

I swore to protect my little master for the rest of my life!

"No problem!"

Wu Ming forced a smile, his eyes were clear, without any blame, but his heart became heavier and heavier.

If possible, he really didn't want Wu Fu to wake up at this time, fearing that the old man wouldn't be able to bear the blow!

Wu Fu's eyes showed despair, and his pupils reflected countless shadows of strong men under the sky. He stroked Sang Jingjing's cheek with nostalgia and reluctance, smiled miserably at Wu Ming, and slapped his forehead with a palm. (Unfinished)
Chapter completed!