The two of them walked out carrying one each.
Yes, the two of them did carry it out.
"Mo'er, Xin'er is fine." Mu Yunxuan felt relieved as his daughter's face gradually returned to rosy.
"Fortunately, the poison is not overbearing."
Su Zimo looked at Ling Feng, "Ling Feng, don't you know people from the elves?"
Ling Feng shook his head.
"The elves rarely move around with us. Our Qingshu and Yi tribes have to stay closer." Ling Feng explained with a smile.
Feng Ya looked at him. Among the Qingshu tribe, he was a man as cold as Mu Yunxuan.
No woman from the Qingshan tribe dared to approach him.
When facing Su Zimo, he seemed to be a different person.
"So, do you know Tan Yeran?" Su Zimo asked again.
"Yes! We know each other."
The night is as cold as water, even with barriers and fires.
Su Zimo also felt a slight chill.
She hugged Xin'er and sat a little closer to the fire.
Ling Feng looked at her deeply and stepped aside to rest.
Mu Yunxuan took a look and took out the big cloak and put it on the mother and son.
He sat next to her and held her hand, knowing that she would feel guilty after doing this.
"Mo'er, they deserved their death, don't take it personally."
Su Zimo smiled softly and said calmly: "People are not afraid of falling in their own dreams, they are only afraid of getting lost in other people's miracles. You also know my temper. I only want to be the master of my own dreams. I don't have any thoughts in my heart."
She wasn't just talking, she really didn't care.
"Is this good?" Mu Yunxuan took Xiner and held her in his arms, hugging her tightly. He knew that she would be uncomfortable sleeping, but that was all she could do now.
"Go to sleep!"
Su Zimo moved her body and leaned into his arms.
The night passed without any danger.
Aunt Xin and Ying'er did not escape the robbery of the demon beast, and they really slept in the psychedelic forest.
After listening to Ningxiang's description, Su Zimo felt no guilt at all. Kindness to the enemy was cruelty to oneself.
The next day, several people got up early.
In the huge psychedelic forest, the white mist is vast, making people feel like walking in an ancient primeval forest.
The sunlight was blocked by white fog, making the woods a little dark.
"Auntie, why does the forest look so scary today?"
Not only Ningxiang has this idea, everyone has this idea.
Not far away, there were sounds of panicked humans.
Looking at the lush forest full of white mist, a strong sense of danger came to my heart.
The more Mu Yunxuan looked at it, the more strange he felt. The white fog was getting thicker and thicker, and traces of mist seemed to be coming down from the sky. However, when there was sunlight, it was impossible that the bottom could not be illuminated.
unless… .
Mu Yunxuan hugged Xiner tightly with one hand. He raised his hand and flicked his long sleeves. The profound energy shook out the aftermath, causing the thick fog to recede a lot.
"Mo'er, let's go."
Mu Yunxuan could vaguely guess what was going on
He held Su Zimo's hand and shuttled through the forest very quickly.
Around him, a golden light formed a barrier.
Let the surrounding leaves not touch Su Zimo.
After walking for a while, Su Zimo suddenly discovered a very puzzling problem.
It's this thick white fog that will follow them.
"Yunxuan, what's going on with all this fog?"
"Mo'er, this is a naturally occurring mist formation. We have to be careful, otherwise we will be trapped by the mist formation. If we are trapped, we are likely to be poisoned by the white mist formation."