Grumpy host, she just wants to do business

Chapter 403 Falling in Love with the Sick Jiaolong (77)
I saw countless black mist appearing in the sky at unknown times.

Wherever it is committed, the trees are all withered.

The girl in front of the screen looked at the thick mist and pursed her lips tightly.

It is impossible for this thing to appear in the small world of the plane, unless someone takes this thing out.

The fairies in those fairy mountains really have a problem.

But she can't make a decision on her own, she still has to wait for the man who pounced on the woman one day to come back and make plans.

Then he poked at the prototype of the system: "Go tell Tan Sang to be careful."

The system does things quickly after receiving orders.

[Miss host, this is the poisonous fog suppressed in the fairy mountain, be careful. ]
Tan Sang naturally knew how powerful the poisonous mist was.

The poisonous mist first flowed out from the depths of hell. Legend has it that a great demon strayed into hell and was infected with poisonous mist, and has been invincible ever since.

Later, he was suppressed by a fairy under the fairy mountain.

Afterwards, the poisonous mist also disappeared.

Even the later Tan Sang never saw this thing with his own eyes.

I heard from the old man Hades that if someone encounters this thing, he will definitely die, and immortals are not easy to deal with, except for him...

At present, Tan Sang didn't take it seriously, always felt that the old man was bragging about himself.

Now it's troublesome.

But it's too late for Tan Sang to run away now, and even if she leaves, Zhai Qi will leak it.

Might as well give it a go.

She used the little magic that Di Yao gave her to transform into blue flames, and quickly transformed the flames with her fingertips.

They hit the fog together.

The black mist was distorted by pain like a human being.

It really worked.

Everyone only knows that Yan Wang used Wangchuan water without permission to corrode the body. In fact, Tan Sang knew that Yan Wang's favorite thing to use was Netherfire.

However, there was too much fog, as if being manipulated, all the fog was heading towards Tan Sang.

Under such circumstances, Tan Sang couldn't move an inch.

The weak mana in his hand couldn't support her at all.

She turned around and landed on the ground, the fog was too thick, she tried to hide in a narrow place and approached Zhai Qi.

Zhai Qi said: "Sure enough, I have some skills!"

The cloud of mist merged and surrounded her heavily.

The magic in his hand has been weakened to almost nothing.

Her face also turned pale, and she couldn't bear to close her eyes.

Before coming here, she had already thought about the worst ending, but when she really thought that she would die in Zhai Qi's hands, she felt a little uncomfortable after all.

The concentric knot hidden in the clothes was slightly warm, as if comforting.

She immediately thought of the seemingly fierce but soft-hearted Samuel, and she couldn't be more sad.

her little slave...

There was a gust of wind in front of him, Tan Sang suddenly opened his eyes wide, looked at the white robe, caught the blow for her, and blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth.

The mist began to corrode his hands.

Tan Sang was a little confused: "Are you crazy? Why don't you get out of the way? Do you want to die?"

Di Yao turned his head, his hands were constantly being eaten away, his fourteenth-level magic was like a fly shaking a tree in the poisonous fog.

His life was bright and bright, and he was unparalleled, but he was too obedient, and he didn't have anything he wanted.

Practice, quiet, plain as water.

He also couldn't tell what was so unique about the exquisite eyebrows and eyes.

But he just felt a little like it.

Somewhat tempted.

Tan Sang is the tenderest and hottest memory in Di Yao's 1000 years of memory.

Makes him especially want to break those rules.

So, when he heard that she was in danger.

He stepped into this forbidden area without hesitation.

Di Yao alone is not strong enough to resist this poisonous fog.

She firmly held the concentric knot in the palm of her hand, and passed her weak magic to him with the other hand.

A fishy-sweet taste gushed out of Tan Sang's throat.

His fingertips were trembling slightly.

Is she really going to die here?

I don't know when, tears rolled down from the eyes.

A warm hand beside her caressed her face and wiped away the tears.

(End of this chapter)