Chapter 28 Little Farewell

The smell of mud can ward off evil spirits. The fragrance of overlord flowers can attract strange things. Have you heard of it?" Little Chaos asked as a matter of course.

"I haven't heard of it." Shi Ba shook his head as a matter of course.

"You, you, you!"

Shi Ba heard the sound of grinding his teeth.

"You've always heard about it now! Mud can expel animals and attract plants, and overlord flowers can attract animals and suppress plants. You put the little mud outside and ask the overlord flower seedlings to restrain their fragrance. Those monsters smell the smell of mud, one by one is so far away, hiding so far away. If you don't hide, they will be stinked to death by mud. Do you understand? If you want to attract strange things, you can open the aroma of the overlord flower and restrain the stench of the little mud. If you want to hurry, turn off the little mud and the fragrance of the overlord flowers. Got it?"

"Is it so amazing?" Shi Ba was very suspicious: "If it's so magical, why didn't you remind me before? How much effort does that have to save?

"This swamp is a paradise for grass and mud horses, and it is smelly everywhere. Those monsters have long been used to it. I have been immune to your stench for a long time. You leave this swamp now, go outside and let your mud gas out, and you will know it's powerful. No matter how far those monster bosses smell your prestige and think, they can escape as far away. Try it! Little Eight! Let them tremble! Let the whole world tremble! Let them succumb to your mud!"

"I've heard of the tyran's anger. The gas of mud. It's so fresh. It's so fresh." Shi Ba felt that it was nonsense. He couldn't laugh or cry, and took out the mud.

In the next half an hour, I really didn't meet a monster.

The most exaggerated thing is.

Far away, I saw a team of people and horses entangled with several big monsters.

A light wind blew by.

Those big monsters howled for a while, hugged their heads and ran away, and ran away without looking back.

Until the monsters disappeared from sight, Shi Ba had not recovered.

The team of people entangled with the monsters were also stunned, one by one, looking at Shi Ba in a daze like aliens.

"How's it going! You know it's awesome!" Chaos used to avoid the stench in the array map, but now he is very proud. He doesn't even avoid the stench of mud. He jumped out and jumped on Shiba's head: "See? What a prestige this is! How domineering this is! This! It's the power of the mud monster!"

After expressing his pride, he quickly dodged back to the map.

"Run away... It's really disgusting to think about it." Shi Ba said in his heart, "But forget it. Anyway, players can't smell it.

If other players can smell it, they must be careful when using it. Otherwise, if one is not good, you have to make the other notorious.

"Little Eight! Long time no see!" In the front team, a girl jumped up and waved happily, greeted Shiba, and then ran over forgetfully, opening her arms as if she was about to jump into Shiba's arms.

Shi Ba suddenly was full of cold sweat, and he was so nervous that he was at a loss.

The beautiful woman ran to the front and noticed the loss. She put down her slender arm a little awkwardly and looked at Shi Ba with "greedy" eyes. There seemed to be a fire in his bright eyes, which burned like a furnace, which was very uncomfortable.

"It's okay. It's only been a few days before the summer vacation. Scratching your head and trying to keep it normal.

The heat in the eyes of the beautiful woman suddenly cooled down and turned into a faint resentment.

This is the dream that the students mentioned to Shi Ba many times to find him, Mo Xiaoqing.

Recognized as a classical beauty in the class, between her eyebrows, there is a sense of bookishness, elegant facial features, clean and pure like the Lingbo fairy in the ancient painting. She is slender, weak, every move, every smile, all of which are pitiful, which makes people can't help but feel sorry. They are afraid that if they are not careful, a gust of wind will blow her away.

What especially makes the students in the class feel sorry for her is that she is so beautiful that she really meets a person who doesn't know how to pity and cherish jade - Shiba.

Everyone can see that the classical beauty is fond of the elegant temperament and the idle clouds and wild cranes.

However, Shiba is like a piece of wood, and there is no reaction of adolescent men. As a result, all kinds of gossips were secretly spread in the class: who did the eight brothers burst out with each other**...

Two people stared at each other, and their eyes flashed. For a moment, they didn't say anything.

"We came to the right place today." But there was a voice behind him. Shi Ba just looked away, and the team was slowly coming over, looking at the beautiful women.

"How to say." Another voice asked. Closer, Shi Ba was surprised to find that the names on the heads of the beautiful women all started with "dreams".

"The name of Xiaobie Mountain is wonderful." The first voice said again. The voice is charming and slippery. Listening to it is like drinking condensed milk.

"Where is the wonderful, sister?" The sound is crisp and sweet, like iced watermelon juice.

"The ancients said: Say goodbye, it's better than a new marriage."

Mo Xiaoqing's pretty face suddenly turned red. Shi Ba also felt that his face was slightly hot.

"Xiaomei, is it him who you are looking for in your dream?" The owner of the first voice came closer and pointed to Shi Ba to ask Mo Xiaoqing.

Dream lover. Her face is delicate, her body is soft, and she is charming. She holds a purple bow in her hand, and the refreshing hunter wears it on her, which not only does not bring her heroism, but also adds mature charm. The whole person's manner is tenaty, and inadvertently, there is a kind of ** from his bones, which seems not to fascinate all sentient beings and vow not to give up.

Hearing this, Mo Xiaoqing's white face was directly red all over her ears.

The touching shyness was tempted by Shi Ba.

In the face of such a beautiful woman with a touching temperament and both talent and beauty, it is false to say that she can't move. Every time he saw the figure that was so weak that he wanted to go with the wind, and the resentment contained in his eyes, Shi Ba couldn't help but feel sad.

However, I don't even know why. Every time I decide to accept her, my heart will be blocked, sore and painful.

It's like the deepest part of my heart, with a tear that will never melt, which may be the oath of the previous life, the eternal curse, or the stubborn stone of the three lives.

In short, a corner of the bottom of my heart is occupied by some unknown substance. This mysterious substance, with absolute authority, prohibits all foreign objects from entering the heart of Shiba.

There is nothing Shi Ba can do about this kind of supernatural event. I can only hope that time can dilute everything.

It's just that Mo Xiaoqing looks so weak, as if she can't help but be extremely tough on this matter. It's very passive and embarrassing. Over time, I was vaguely afraid of her. Fearful as a tiger.

Shi Ba was embarrassed and didn't know what to say.

Mo Xiaoqing didn't say anything, just looked at Shi Ba. It's like, as long as you look at Shiba, nothing else is important. It doesn't matter whether you speak or not.

It's just that she feels embarrassed when she is like this. In particular, there are a lot of onlookers next to them, and the onlookers are all beautiful women.

Shiba's careful liver, I don't know how to jump.

Fortunately, there is no way out. I'm talking with no self-confidence. A discordant voice, like the rain after a long drought, just right to help Shiba break this embarrassing silence.

"Haha! Sure enough, we got it! The beauties of Dream Studio! Pray! Pray to the omnipotent god of chance and ask for his favor! Please don't let you blow up too much equipment later!" A group of discordant figures appeared at the right time, saving Shi Ba's dilemma.

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