"Assuming you are discerning, I was indeed rescued by Patriarch Wuji, and I have been waiting for my true master to appear!"
"The real owner?"
"Ah, here comes 27 more! I run, I run!" Wenwen deliberately did not answer Su Mian's words. After a thunder struck, the last layer of white light completely disappeared.
Wen Wen stood ready, holding a white fan high with one hand, and his long black hair flying in the wind. He knew that without the absorption of spiritual energy, what would follow would be a real disaster!
Su Mian has never seen such a serious article, and it really feels like a fairy!
Before Su Mian could take a closer look, a bolt of thunder resounded across the sky. Its momentum was many times stronger than the previous ones. Even Su Mian stopped being curious.
When he looked again, only the bones of the white fan in Wenwen's hand were left, and a section of his long hair that was dancing in the wind a moment ago was burnt.
Without spiritual support, Wenwen was almost struck by lightning just now!
In Su Mian's previous life, there was a prison cellmate who loved to read novels and would read them to them at night. When the immortal was undergoing calamity, the treasures were thrown out one after another.
Looking at Wenwen standing there for a long time without moving, he couldn't just have that broken fan. Su Mianqian was anxious but couldn't help, "What other treasures do you have? Take them out and throw them out!"
Wenwen, who had dodged another thunderbolt, twitched his eyes, "You really think I'm one of you humans? Our clan doesn't use such dirty methods. We want face and we rely on strength!"
Before he finished speaking, a thunderbolt fell again. Wenwen hurriedly threw his fan and dodged it.
Wenwen looked up again and saw the black clouds gathering thicker and thicker above his head, with a look of sadness on his face. He would not fail again this time!
He also wanted to throw the magic weapon! But he didn't!
He threw away all the treasures during the last calamity, except for this broken fan. If the Patriarch hadn't arrived in time, I might not even have this fan left.
"Then what should you do now? If there are a few more thunderstorms, I'm afraid you won't be able to hold on!" Su Mian raised her eyes to look at the dark and rolling clouds in the sky. It wasn't her imagination, why did it feel like the clouds were thicker than just now? thick!
After Su Mian finished speaking, Wenwen received a blow for real. His long, fluttering hair that he was proud of was instantly burned away, and now he has a bald head.
Su Mian smiled so hard that her bald Wenwen looked even cuter!
"You, you're still laughing!" Wenwen became angry in embarrassment, "I've never seen such an inhumane master like you!" As soon as he finished speaking, he covered his head and dodged two more thunderbolts.
Wenwen counted silently in his heart. This time he had passed 70 thunders, and he still had no intention of stopping. Last time, he experienced 71 thunders and was only missing the last one.
Looking at the clouds above my head, it is absolutely impossible that there will be two thunders, that is, there will be 81 thunders this time!
Forcibly hiding the ecstasy in his heart, Wenwen quickly glanced at Su Mian walking in the distance. He didn't expect that her blood was so pure!
The last owner was a Taoist cultivating immortality, and Wenwen had only experienced 72 heavenly thunders. He didn't expect Su Mian to have more potential than that Taoist cultivating immortality!
Wenwen was crying and howling, his clothes were burned to pieces, his sleeves were burned off on both sides, and a large section of the front of his robe was burned away, just enough to cover his vital parts.
Wenwen's movement speed obviously slowed down. Another thunderbolt hit him, and a puff of black smoke instantly erupted from his concentrated arm.
Seeing that Wenwen was injured, Su Mian didn't dare to go over, so she had to shout, "Wenwen, how are you doing? I need a few more!"
"This is already the 79th thunder, there should be two more!"