Chapter 213

What happened?

Jing Jing was a little confused. He stood up and patted the soil on his pants. He took two steps forward. His sight coagulated, and suddenly squatted down and hugged his head.

Several fist sized broken stones flew across his head and smashed out. The snow covered his already untidy hair with a layer of snow with soil.

"Sleeping trough - what's going on?!"

He rubbed the soil splashed into his eyes and muttered a low curse.

"Ah... Finally, my God..." a weak voice suddenly sounded in front of him, followed by a happy mood, "I almost had to be buried here alive!"

Jing Jing rubbed her eyes and looked at the "clay figurine" crawling out of her eyes. Her eyes were stained with doubt.

Who is this?

The guy in front of him was covered with dark mud. He had two eyes and big white teeth. He was bright and could blind people.

"Jing Jing!" at a glance, he noticed Jing Jing standing in front of him. The "clay man" rushed over and grabbed his shoulder. His face was crazy, "find me a new dress. I can't stand it!"

"Drunk, drunk Emperor...?" Jing Jing said suspiciously.

"What's your tone? Who else can it be if it's not me?"

Drunk night frowned. He noticed the image at this time from Jing Jing's eyes. After being stunned, he howled and hugged his head, "God, my image!"

"..." Jing Jing's mouth twitched. He looked at the drunken man behind him, hesitated for a few seconds, and then asked, "drunken emperor, where are they, boss?"

"Boss?" it seemed that I found that Mo Wen was gone. Drunk all night, I raised my head and looked behind me. After a second of God, I rushed back in a hurry, "boss, fix up! You won't hang up!"

"Shut up!" he pushed away the mud that trapped him, and Xiuqi climbed out of the snow. He was also very embarrassed.

He stood up, coughed twice, turned back and pulled out the suffocating leaf Wuchen.

Ye Wuchen looked more embarrassed at this time. He was covered with mud and his eyes were covered with blood.

"Come out..." he looked hoarsely at the vast white snow path around him. As soon as his legs were soft, he fell on the ground and didn't make any sound again.

"Damn it." Xiuqi looked at the soil all over him and frowned.

"... xiuhuang?" this familiar way of speaking made Jingjing smack his tongue. His eyebrows were entangled at this time, "what have you... Experienced?"

"It's not that bastard Li Xinyang... Don't let me know where his grave is, or I have to dig his grave and peel his skin!" drunk night gritted his teeth and the green veins on his forehead were jumping.

They walked well in front of the road. The more they went back, the narrower the tunnel became. At the end, the whole road was almost like mud, and they almost flowed in the mud.

The most hateful thing is that in the last section of the road, the tunnel collapsed without warning. If it weren't for a downhill road, they would roll fast. At this time, they wouldn't know where they were buried.

"I guess it may be the reason why the snow water carefully entered the ground. After all, you have seen Li Xinyang's original earth power." although Xiuqi's face is not very beautiful at the moment, he doesn't shout like drunk all night. He wiped the mud around his eyes and looked around at the cold voice, "where's the boss?"

Looking around, Xiuqi's face became more and more ugly when he made sure he didn't find the figure of ink.

"Boss, he... Isn't he still buried here?" zuiwuye said strangely. In his impression, he felt that even if they were buried here alive, nothing would happen to Mo Wen.

"Damn it!" Xiuqi clenched his teeth, threw himself on the ground, pushed away the snow in front of him, and began to dig the disgusting mud on the ground.

"Boss!"

"Xiuqi, don't worry." Zui Wuyi tried to appease Xiuqi. He stood in situ, looked around and shouted a few times. When there was no echo, he pinched his mouth with his index finger and thumb.

Boss... Won't it really be buried alive?

Jing Jing was completely confused by the scene in front of him. Are you kidding? Boss, he stopped cooking? It's impossible, okay.

Just as drunken night is ready to join the camp looking for ink, the figure of ink suddenly appears at the end of Pingqiu.

He walked over with Yu Lan step by step, with a very leisurely pace.

When he saw Xiuqi lying on the ground, his eyes were still confused.

"What are you doing?" he frowned.

At this time, the ink looks much more embarrassed than usual, but it is much better than neat and drunk.

At this time, his hair was a little messy and his body was stained with a lot of mud. However, only a few drops of mud splashed by the stars on his face did not affect the beauty of the whole face.

As for Yu Lan, he splashed less mud on his body, almost nothing.

She has always been hidden in her arms by ink. Even if it is a little dirty, ink will try its best to block her.

"Boss!" as soon as he saw Mo Wen Xiuqi, he stood up. He looked at the mud in his hands and was embarrassed.

"What are you looking for?" Mo Wen held Yu Lan's hand trying to pull his hair, puzzled to Xiuqi.

"I......" Xiuqi suddenly said nothing.

"Boss, we thought you were buried alive." I felt a little ashamed. I didn't care until I was drunk all night. I raised my hand. "I'm going to go to the ground to find you."

"I jumped out of the ground when the ground collapsed." Mo Wen smiled gently. "I thought you came out too."

Come out!

Drunk Wuye wanted to rush up and give Mo Wen a left hook. When it collapsed, they didn't have time to react and the ground began to sink... Does this bastard think everyone has the same powers as him!

"Let you worry." looking at Xiuqi wiping his hand, Mo Wen nodded slightly.

"Boss, it's good if you can be safe." he felt that his depression had dissipated under the gentle voice of ink. Xiuqi rubbed his face with the back of his hand and showed a shy smile.

Tut! Drunk without night, I can't bear to look directly at my face.

"Boss." from the moment Mo Wen appeared, Jing Jing spit out the toothpick in his mouth. Who is he? After finishing his coat, he went up, "I've prepared a place for you to live."

"Hard work." Mo Wen nodded.

"It's a great honor to meet you." Jing Jing smiled happily. The smile was not like the hypocritical smile with the symbol of drunk night, but gave people a real sense of pleasure.

Mo Wen just smiled gently, lowered his eyes and paid all his attention to Yu Lan.