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"It's really strange...you are obviously looking for someone who can make balm, how come you don't have any fragrance on your body, are you guilty of guilt?"

"How is it possible? It's just flying too fast!"

Chen Wu categorically denied it.

"Hmm...suspicious."

Looking at the ups and downs of the dumb hair, Chen Wu was a little uncertain about Emily's mood now... what is it like.

"Why don't you go and have a look with us? Relax? It's not good to stay in the yard every day."

Hearing this sentence, Emily tilted his head and thought for a few seconds, and then a light flashed in his eyes.

"sure!"

Taking out the exclusive flying sword again, Emery also took the initiative to construct the ice gun.

Jumping onto Chen Wu's flying sword, he stretched out his fingers, like a queen commanding her servants.

"You guys, get on the gun~"

Paimon and Ying looked at each other, sighed helplessly, and silently climbed onto the ice-blue delicate spear.

"Get ready, take off!"

Chapter 181 Zhongli is a Mature Big Sister

Although the flight was very slow, fortunately the destination was not too far away, and everyone arrived in just a few minutes.

The seven-day god statue standing on the ground is surrounded by pure blue light particles, and just getting close to it makes people's hearts calm for a while.

The rock god statue on the Seven Heavens God Statue wears a hood, and the face cannot be seen clearly. It is just a majestic aura, but it makes everyone who sees it for the first time feel a kind of tranquility, as if passing through the ancient times.

Zhong Li was standing in front of the Seven Heavens God Statue at this moment, with his hands behind his back, his face was invisible, his hair was tied together, and with the wind blowing, he kept gently swinging back and forth.

Chen Wu and the others were flying high in the sky, looking at Zhongli on the ground, they felt an indescribable sense of solemnity in their hearts.

When the flying sword was close to the ground, Chen Wu wrapped his left hand around Emily's waist, and gently squeezed Emily's little hand with his right hand.

"Jump."

Emily gave a soft "hmm", raised his right hand, and snapped his fingers lightly.

Immediately, the ice gun following behind "snapped", and it was gone!

"Hey! You bad woman!"

Although Paimon was flying, he was startled by the sudden change.

As for Ying's words... she was still sitting on the ground in a daze, unable to react.

Emily snorted softly, walked over and pulled Ying up.

He leaned into Ying's ear and whispered:

"I'm sorry, I accidentally injured the friendly army, I thought you could react,

But... Maybe it will happen again next time, so be careful. "

Ying rolled her eyes, "Evil."

"Hehe~"

Emily stuck out her tongue playfully, and walked back to Chen Wu's side with an innocent face.

Ying and Paimeng walked to Zhongli's side.

"Mr. Zhongli...you seemed to be staring at the god in a daze just now, didn't you make you wait too long..."

"No, Zhongli is waiting for the statue to restore his blood."

Chen Wu really wanted to complain like this, but he held back.

The atmosphere at the moment...is not suitable.

Zhongli finally came to his senses when he heard Paimon's voice.

"Oh, you guys are back, and I didn't wait long.

Compared with the watch of the rock king and emperor engraved on the statue, it is only a short moment. "

Paimon laughed awkwardly, "How can a human being compare to a statue..."

"makes sense."

Zhong Li turned around, "If that's the case, let's offer three-point ointment to it at once."

Ying nodded and put the balm on it.

Until the third balm of the most popular mature big sister was put on, some pink rays of light wrapped around the statue of the Seven Heavens, shining brilliantly.

Paimon was slightly taken aback,

"The one just now... is the third balm, right? Could it be that... Yan Wangdijun is actually a big sister?"

The corner of Chen Wu's mouth twitched slightly, "Why can't the person that Emperor Yan likes is the type of mature big sister?"

"...Hahaha... maybe."

After a short silence, Zhong Li couldn't help laughing.

"There are tens of thousands of incarnations of the Emperor Yanwang, perhaps such an image really exists."

"It's a pity that we only saw that particularly huge dragon shape, and... I hope Liyue Qixing can catch the real murderer."

Paimon's expression was somewhat helpless.

Zhongli nodded, "Leave those things to the high-ranking and powerful people to worry about. We just need to prepare a farewell ceremony with [Dijun Yanwang]."

Paimon nodded, "Then what is the next preparation?"

"Next..."

Zhongli's voice was a little long, as if he was recalling something, "Next, I hope you can borrow [Dichen Bell] for me."

"Now, it is a friend of mine named Grandma Ping who keeps the [Dichen Bell].

She is near Yujing Terrace, if you ask her, she will naturally know. "