Looking at Zhu Xiaowei's swaying, staggering but upright little back, and his incomparably firm little back, the group of adults below had some emotions and sighs of their own in their hearts.
"Maybe, a miracle will happen..."
Miracles, how can there be miracles? A miracle is called a miracle because it is almost impossible to happen.
Two hundred steps!
Two hundred and fifty steps!
Three hundred steps!
The later, Zhu Xiaowei's speed became slower and slower. Every time he took a step, his body would shake violently, as if he would die at any moment.
Almost everyone's eyes were glued to this little child.
Every pause in his steps would make everyone's hearts go to their throats.
"Three hundred and twelve, three hundred and thirteen, three hundred and fourteen..." Later, he did not know who started to count for him, and everyone counted for him in unison.
It was far beyond everyone's expectations that this child could persist here, and it also greatly shocked others.
You must know that he is walking a ladder full of spiritual power, but he is a child with no spiritual power at all... Yes, he is still a child.
With this perseverance, even if this child cannot cultivate in this life, he will have very outstanding achievements in any other field!
"Don't go up again, really don't go up again, look at his feet..."
At first, Zhu Xiaowei left sweat on the steps, but at this moment, the soles of his shoes had already been penetrated by the scorching steps, and his feet were directly touching the hot ground.
The constant chi chi sound, the black smoke that rose, and the bloody footprints of each step, all were shocked.
Hard-hearted people can't stand it any longer, and soft-hearted people's eyes are full of tears.
This child is too strong and too pitiful.
At this moment, many people's eyes could not help looking at Mo Yunqing.
With the perseverance shown by this child, can't Weiyang Palace make an exception
How could Mo Yunqing not understand the thoughts of this group of people? She sneered and said directly: "Trash is trash, stay at home and have to come out to shame people, it's disgusting!"
Mo Yunqing's volume was very high. Instead of deliberately lowering her voice, she deliberately raised her voice range!
Su Luo could clearly see that when Zhu Xiaowei heard these words, his hands were clenched into fists, and blood was dripping down from his palms.
Everyone looked at Mo Yunqing with some displeasure.
It's true that this saint aunt of Weiyang Palace is high above the ground, but is it too ugly to speak? But the situation is stronger than people, they dare not speak out, they can only be filled with righteous indignation in their hearts, looking forward to someone coming out to clean up Mo Yunqing.
They suddenly remembered that the beautiful girl and Mo Yunqing were pinching each other just now, and that girl didn't look easy to mess with. She would never look at Mo Yunqing so arrogantly, would she
However, what disappointed everyone was that the girl named Su Luo, her eyes only looked at Zhu Xiaowei's back, and she didn't refute Mo Yunqing in a word.
Everyone was disappointed for a while in their hearts, sigh, Saint Aunt is Saint Aunt, who would dare to refute her? Just watch her arrogant.
Mo Yunqing glanced at Su Luo provocatively: "Hundreds of years later, you are getting more and more timid, it's ridiculous."
Su Luo still didn't look at Mo Yunqing, as if turning a deaf ear to her words...