Chapter 330

"Master, master, I'm sorry, master Sobbing. " The water is circling around the trees, but they don't dare to approach.

Arbor herself didn't expect the emotional collapse to come so fast. She always thought that she buried the wound perfectly, and even thought that she had completely forgotten the past.

But now it seems that there is no

Some things, not you deliberately choose to forget, can forget. It can never grow well without gouging out the rotten flesh on the edge of the wound.

The tree took a deep breath and looked up at the light sunshine.

Turning around, the tree looked at the crying water in some surprise. This little thing is originally made of water. The so-called cry means that two columns of tears are ejected from the water and splashed on the ground.

The tree quickly took out a bottle to collect the water, "is this divine water? Eight drops is enough. Why do you want so many? "

Xiaoshuituan took a breath and almost didn't choke himself to death. His tears were quickly closed. He looked at the little master who had just cast a look at him and killed him. He said, "master, I will love you very much after you order it. Can you stop hating it?"

Just the host's eyes, cold and merciless, let the water into a terrible fear.

"Just now, it's not for you..." Arbor is very clear. At that moment, she saw the little water mass as a crooked snake. The face of the snake was cold and the expression of grinning coincided with the "friend" of the previous life. At that moment, the emotion broke out out of control and the behavior was completely uncontrolled.

"Sorry." Arbor looks at little water group apologetically and wants to say something comforting, but she is not good at expressing her heart.

At last, I just sighed, "go back." Elder martial sister Shifu should be worried.

"Master." Small water regiment flew to her in front of her, the glittering blue light flashed, a look of seeking to touch and hug.

"Little sister, little sister!" Xu Shanshan and others, following Murong nettle, are relieved to see that the tree is OK on the top of Xuefeng.

The tree was holding out a hand, and raised its head at the sound.

When he touched the water half an inch away, arbor's little hand suddenly shrank back, subconsciously clenched his little fist, and hurried away to master.

The bright blue light covered by the little water slowly faded down, and a group of children followed Miss Qiao with wilting patter.

Three days later, arbor left the water mass in the Xuantong treasure land of Shenshui sect and left the sect with Sanfeng disciple by crane.

The villagers in Xianghe village are leaving early. They look up at the sound of the crane.

There are only a dozen big cranes, more than 30 disciples of Shenshui sect who can't see their faces clearly, who are as slim as jade and as fairy as magic. They sit or stand on the back of the crane and go away with the sound of the crane.

"Mother, are those immortals?" The girl pointed to the flying crane shadow and asked.

"Yes, those immortals have been protecting us in their own way."

Hequn sent them down the mountain and all the way to the Bank of Mingshui river.

Qixia Valley is located in the wild edge of the west, at the junction of Shuwang City, it must pass through the wild swamp.

Shenshuizong and his party plan to take the water route, and they will be able to get to the marsh in about ten days.

To calculate the distance, we have to hurry up, because it may take some time to cross the vast marshes.

"Master, there is a boatman ahead. I'll ask." A disciple of Sanfeng, like a bird releasing its cage, ran quickly to the river.

The boatman was sitting by the river with his back to shenshuizong.

Sanfeng's disciple reached out and patted him on the shoulder with a smile, "uncle, do you want to run on the boat. Take us to... "

The boatman suddenly turned around, his face was flat, his nose and mouth were sunken in, only his blackened teeth were exposed.

Suddenly, he opened his mouth and rushed to Sanfeng's disciple. His mouth stretched out an incredible width.

The disciples of Shenshui sect couldn't help screaming.

Just listen to the sound of "whew" breaking through the air. A black iron arrow runs through the boatman's throat and goes out from behind his neck.