Looking at Zhu Xiaowei's staggering, staggering but upright small back, the group of adults below have some feelings and sighs of their own.

"Maybe, there will be a miracle..."

Miracle, how can there be a miracle? Miracles are called miracles because they are almost impossible to happen.

Two hundred steps!

250 steps!

Three hundred steps!

Later, Zhu Xiaowei's speed slowed down. Every step he took, his body would shake violently, as if he would die at any time.

Almost everyone's eyes are firmly attached to this little child.

Every step of his pause will bring everyone's heart to the throat.

"Three hundred twelve, three hundred thirteen, three hundred fourteen..." Later, I don't know who started counting for him, counting, and everyone counted for him with one voice.

This child can persist here, has been far beyond the people's expectation, also greatly shocked others.

You know, he is walking on the steps full of spiritual power, but he is a child without spiritual power at all Yeah, he's still a kid.

With this perseverance, even if the child can't practice in his life, he will have outstanding achievements in any other field!

"Don't go up again, really don't go up again. Look at his feet..."

At first, Zhu Xiaowei left sweat on the steps, but at the moment, the soles of his shoes had already been penetrated by the burning stairs, and his feet directly touched the hot ground.

The incessant hissing, the black smoke, and the step by step blood footprints, all the people were shocked.

Hard hearted people can not see down, soft hearted people's eyes have been unable to restrain the accumulation of tears.

The child is too strong and pathetic.

At this moment, many people's line of sight can't help looking at the ink cloud.

With the perseverance shown by this child, can't the central palace break an example?

Can Mo Yunqing not understand what these people think? With a cold smile, she said directly, "waste is waste. If you don't stay at home, you have to come out to disgrace. It's disgusting."

Mo Yunqing's volume is very high. Instead of deliberately lowering her voice, she deliberately raises the range!

Su Luo obviously saw that zhuxiaowei, who heard this sentence, clenched his hand into a fist, and his palm was dripping with blood.

People are some unhappy looking at Mo Yunqing.

The saint of Weiyang palace is very high. Yes, but her speech is too bad to hear? However, the situation is better than people, they dare not speak out, can only one by one in the heart of righteous indignation, looking forward to someone can come out to clean up the dark clouds.

They suddenly remembered that the beautiful girl and Mo Yunqing were pinching each other just now. The girl was not easy to provoke. She would not look at Mo Yunqing so arrogant?

However, to our disappointment, the girl named Su Luo only looked at Zhu Xiaowei's back with a pair of eyes and did not refute Mo Yunqing with a word.

People are disappointed in their hearts. Alas, the saint is the saint. Who dares to refute her? I can only watch her arrogant.

Mo Yunqing defiantly glanced at Su Luo: "hundreds of years later, you are more and more timid, it is ridiculous."

Su Luo still did not see Mo Yunqing, as if she had turned a deaf ear to her words

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