After saying that, the ship's elder brother had already swung the pulp in his double quickly. He saw him recite the trick, and two black spiritual power released from his palms, surrounding the pulp on both sides. The two pulp danced quickly as if they were on a chain, with a balanced rhythm, but the speed doubled.

The other people, when they heard the ship's elder brother's prompt, held the hulls on both sides tightly and tried hard to maintain their bodies in the strong wind. However, two of them had no spiritual power, three were magical arts, while Haier was magical arts.

In this case, no one dares to use spiritual power before the crisis comes. After all, if spiritual power is used, someone will inevitably see through his true identity.

Under the strong wind in nature, human power seemed small and invisible. Lu Qingqing felt that her whole body seemed to be about to be lifted up by the wind. She grabbed the hull tightly, and the wind made her skin feel painful.

"You guys use magic power quickly... I'm not trying to scare you. If you want to fall into the Black River, you won't even have any corpses!" Seeing that few people were not using magic power, the ship could not help but roar again.

But the loud roar seemed so invisible in the strong wind that everyone had already changed their faces.

In a panic, she didn't know what to do for a moment, whether to use her spiritual power. At such a dangerous moment, she looked at Baili Fenghua.

But Baili Fenghua just frowned slightly, and a flash of eyes flashed at her.

His meaning was unchanging and adapting to changes. Although he didn't know why, the trust in his heart made her unconditionally convince him, so he shouted at Brother Boat: "Brother, we...we are like our magic... we are afraid now... we can't use it..."

Although she was talking to Brother Boat, she was actually hinting that others should not be confused.

When the boat brother heard this, he quenched his mouth: "Unfortunate!"

But in a moment, the entire Black River was already swept up with strong winds, and the waves from afar were surging, as if they could swallow them and the boat at any time.

And at this moment, the sky was actually covered with dark clouds, and the darkness was pouring down, reaching out... and not seeing five fingers.

"We are determined to die, and the Heihe Festival, which is rare in a thousand years, actually happened to us. It seems that we are going to sacrifice to Heihe. Girl, you are not fascinated by the two demon kings, but you are fascinated by Heihe..." Brother Boat's voice was filled with a sense of frustration and powerlessness.

In the darkness, Lu Qingqing felt a slender big hand and gently held her hand. The familiar temperature gently penetrated into the skin from the palm of her hand. A little uneasiness rose in her heart and completely disappeared.

In the darkness, there was no sight of each other, and the corners of her mouth slowly curled up a slight smile.

At this moment, his fingertips gently stroked her palm.

It's writing...

She slid her finger and quietly felt his words.

Don't worry, the Siren has a way...

The font of Long Feifengwu was gently slashing in the palm of her hand. She slightly shook her back and held his hand.

Write in his palm: With you, nothing scary!

Baili Fenghua smiled softly.

At this moment, everyone's eyes were extremely dangerous. The terrifying moment when the darkness was gone was the warm moment for the two of them.

The warm hands were held tightly together, using communication methods that only they could understand, and communicated silently.
Chapter completed!