She is indeed a gentle and considerate elder sister. Zhang Yuanqing knows so many women, but there are very few women who make him feel comfortable and relaxed like Yin Ji.

And this is when she deliberately keeps a distance from everyone.

Thinking about it this way, it seems that it is not difficult to understand that the Demon Lord has a deep affection for her.

A depraved person with a big change in personality, who has tasted the warmth and coldness of the world, suddenly met such a gentle and beautiful big sister, it was like finding a harbor for his soul, isn't it normal to fall in love with her?

It's a pity that it's a bad relationship.

Having said that, if the news about the Elvis Presley speaker in my hands gets out, I will probably be chased and killed by the old friends of the Demon Lord. This is much more dangerous than being targeted by evil organizations.

At this time, Xiahou Aotian's shout came from the stern of the ship:

"It's not right, everyone, we seem to have been standing still."

The saints immediately stopped chatting and turned their heads to look at the sea, looking for a reference to distinguish their positions. Sure enough, they found that the Yashan Island in the distance was still small, and the coast was still far away, but it did not disappear.

More than half an hour passed, and they seemed to stay in place without moving.

Natsuki Zhilian, who has keen observation skills, throws herself over the side of the ship and looks down: "The ship has been sailing, why hasn't the position moved?"

"Is the ghost hitting the wall?" Brother Hongji looked at the two star officials.

Zhang Yuanqing and Yin Ji shook their heads tacitly.

If it's a ghost hitting the wall, they can't be unaware.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, Yunmeng from the Qinghe tribe said:

"I, shall I try it in heaven?"

Yin Ji pondered for a few seconds, and said, "Okay! But remember, you can fly for five minutes at most, and after five minutes, no matter where you fly, you have to return."

Yunmeng nodded, and immediately, a large piece of white feathers grew under her skin, tearing her clothes, her arms turned into broad wings, her neck elongated into a slender neck, her head shrunk, and a sharp beak protruded from her lips. .

In two or three seconds, she turned into a 1.5-meter-high snow-white crane.

Xianhe said: "I'm going!"

It flapped its wings and flew towards Yashan Island in the distance.

Everyone's eyes chased her, and saw that the crane flew a certain distance, then suddenly changed direction, flew back, and then began to circle and circle above the vehicle and boat.

"Isn't this just a ghost hitting a wall!" Brother Hongji pointed at the crane that was circling foolishly, and looked at the two star officials.

"No, it's not a ghost hitting the wall."

Our protagonist appeared, Xiahou Aotian stepped on the creaking planks, strode forward, and said in a deep voice:

"This should be a formation! Since we boarded the ship, we have been caught in the formation. The bottom of the sea, the surface of the sea, including the sky, have all been affected by the formation."

This is where it gets tricky.

"Then what to do?" asked the Liberty Eagle.

Seeing that no one responded, she took a deep breath, gave up the reserve and pride of the Freedom Federation, switched to Chinese, and asked:

"Then how do we pass through the formation and reach Yashan Island?" JrNovels.com