Shaohao carried Wen Jin on his shoulders, jumped several times, and came to a piece of red and soft "land".
Shaohao kicked hard and hit the "ground" hard.
There was only a scream, and he and Wen Jin were vomited out.
There was sticky stuff on Wen Jin's clothes and head.
Shaohao's body was originally clean, but because Wen Jin was carried on his shoulders, the sticky stuff on her body also dripped onto Shaohao's body.
Shaohao threw her to the ground.
"Huh... we figured it out!" Qingdi pointed to the hourglass on the chess table in front of him.
I saw that the sand in the hourglass had bottomed out, and after a few seconds, the sand drained out.
"If it's any later, she won't be able to come out!" Qingdi said, stroking his beard.
Shaohao used a purification spell to clean up the sticky things on his body and put on clothes.
He was about to go to Da Kun to settle the score, but Wen Jin suddenly hugged his leg.
"Ouch..." Shaohao stumbled and almost fell down.
He looked down at Wen Jin, "I can't trick my teammates like you..." Before he could finish his words, he realized that Wen Jin didn't open her eyes at all, she was still in a daze.
"Give me back the bottle! Give me back Xiao Yuchen! Give me back!" Wen Jin hugged his legs and said fiercely.
"Let go! I'm not going to get it back from you!" Shaohao sighed and said helplessly.
"Give me back..." Wen Jin said and started crying.
"I didn't say I wouldn't give it to you! Don't cry!" Shaohao panicked. He looked at Qingdi for help, "She hasn't even opened her eyes and she hasn't woken up yet. Why is she so annoying?"
Qingdi shrugged, put his hands on his side, and stood by.
"Uncle! I am your nephew!" Shaohao's face turned red.
Qingdi snorted softly, "Now you remember that I am your uncle?"
Emperor Qing stepped forward and pulled Wen Jin hard.
Who knew that Wen Jin was stubborn and even rebellious. The harder Qingdi pulled her, the tighter she hugged him.
Shaohao groaned and blushed even more.
"Uncle..." He looked down and saw that Wen Jinhao's white wrists had been pulled red by Qingdi. Her tears flowed so fiercely that Shaohao's trousers and shoes were all wet with tears.
"Forget it, forget it!" Seeing this, Shaohao quickly pulled Qingdi's hand away, "Let her, let her! When she wakes up, she will naturally let go!"
Qing Di raised his eyebrows and glanced at Shaohao thoughtfully.
But this guy already had a "oil bottle" and appeared next to Da Kun.
"Kun, spit out Wen Jin's bottle!" Shaohao's face sank, and he had the majestic aura of a god.
But Da Kun flicked his tail and turned his head to ignore him.
Shaohao snorted coldly and gathered several golden lights in his hands.
After a moment, the light in his hand turned into a mountain-breaking ax! The blade of the ax gleams with cold light!
"I'll hit it with the ax! I'll have the chopped pepper fish head!" Shaohao said coldly.
"Eh?" Qingdi stood up anxiously.
But he looked at the gloomy aura surrounding Shaohao, and then looked at Wen Jin hanging on Shaohao's legs... Qingdi chose to shut up.
"I'm not trying to scare you! That bottle is Xiao Yuchen, one of the Three Emperors, and the one who sacrificed for him and retained the soul light was the Northern Emperor, Xuandi Zhuanxu!"
Shaohao snorted heavily, "Xiao Yuchen is bound to be reborn. Do you want him to be reborn in your belly? Or somewhere else?"
"If he is reborn in your belly, hehe, you will definitely not be able to escape from this iron plate grilled Kun!"
Qingdi whispered, "Don't scare my Eastern spirit beast!"
Shaohao said angrily, "Am I trying to scare it? Uncle, tell it, am I telling the truth?!"
Qingdi sighed softly, "It is indeed..."
Kun's huge body trembled suddenly.
It immediately turned its head and opened its mouth, "Ugh——"
Its mouth, which was like a black hole and could swallow everything, spat out a dim glass bottle.
After spitting out the bottle, Kun immediately sank to the bottom of the river filled with stars.
"You know what's going on!"
Gululu, the bottle rolled to Shaohao's feet.
Shaohao looked down at the bottle and then at Wen Jin, who was holding his leg and not letting go.
He carefully knelt down and looked at Wen Jin with lowered eyes.
"Wen Jin, wake up! The bottle is back for you!" Shaohao called in a low voice.
Qingdi curled his lips, "What? Listening to your voice, are you afraid of waking her up?"
Shaohao frowned at him and raised his voice, "Wen Jin! Wake up!"
But Wen Jin just held his legs and sobbed, as if he was trapped in a nightmare and still couldn't wake up.
"Let me try!"
"Hey, uncle..."
Shaohao stretched out his hand to block Qingdi's outstretched hand, "Your hand is too strong!"
Qing Emperor raised his old face full of wrinkles and stared at Shaohao sharply, "How strong are my hands? I made her woodcarving body! Even if I took it back, she wouldn't You can talk!”
Shaohao frowned, he was dissatisfied, but the other person was his uncle, so he didn't refute.
Qing Emperor looked at him with more and more serious eyes, "Wen Jin is obsessed with it because the three of them are destined to have this calamity. No matter whether it is three or four dimensions, life after life, they will eventually be trapped in this calamity! Until Break the robbery!"
"What are you messing around with? Don't be confused!"
Shaohao curled his lips, "Why am I so confused? The feast she promised me has not been cooked yet! Can I let her go?"
"Wen Jin, Wen Jin! Wake up, wake up quickly! Xiao Yuchen, I got it back for you!"
"If you don't wake up, I will throw Xiao Yuchen away from you!"
Wen Jin frowned and looked uneasy, but showed no sign of waking up.
"Oh! Let me remove her arm! I'm sure she'll wake up from the pain!" Qing Emperor shouted from the side.
Shaohao quickly dragged Wen Jin and teleported away from Qingdi.
"Yes!" Shaohao suddenly had an idea. He put the glass bottle in his sleeves and then threw it to the ground!
"Crack-" was the sound of Liuli hitting the ground and being smashed hard.
A piece of shiny glass fragments also appeared on the ground.
"Oops! The bottle is broken! Xiao Yuchen's soul light is gone!" Shaohao exclaimed.
"Hiss--" Wen Jin was like a drowning person who suddenly could breathe. She took a sharp breath and opened her eyelids!
"Xiao Yuchen?!" She exclaimed, seeing the fragments of glass in the area.
Wen Jin turned his head and stared at Shaohao with red eyes, "Why are you..."
"My hands are slippery, I'm not careful..."
Before he could finish the word, Wen Jin grabbed his neck, her eyes filled with surging hatred.
"Ahem... Wen, Wen Jin!" Shaohao pulled Wen Jin's wrist.
Unexpectedly, Wen Jin had supernatural powers, but she was now in a state of unconscious hatred.
Her mind was filled with grief, anger, and hatred, and in her scarlet eyes, there was only the murderer of Xiao Yuchen.
"Fake, fake..." Shaohao quickly took out the real glass bottle from the space hidden in his sleeve pocket, "Really, it's here! Cough cough cough..."
Wen Jin glanced at the familiar glass vase with its dim soul light from the corner of her eye. She breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed her strength at the same time.
She grabbed the glass bottle and held it in her arms.
She frowned and stared at Shaohao... Suddenly, her expression froze, "Pervert!"
She muttered, quickly dodged, and retreated eight feet away from Shaohao!
"Uncle, please help me explain!" Shaohao said aggrievedly as he rubbed Zi's neck that was pinched by Wen Jin.
Qingdi curled his lips and said, "It is your own fault and you will not live!"
Wen Jin stood up and said, "Excuse me, Emperor Qing. I'll take my leave now."
Wen Jin lowered his eyes, looking lonely. She bowed and was about to leave.
Shaohao suddenly said, "Xiao Yuchen said..."
