Seven Hundred and Eighty Seventh Magic

Among the dozen or so men, that Xiao Zi stood up. It was the man who posted the first missing person post in Baihua City. Hastily asked:

"Who? Who? Where is my daughter? Where is she?"

"Xiao Zimo, are you crazy?"

The leader of the other party, with rounded eyes, looked at the man who rushed into the ground thorns, who knew that this man named Xiao Zimo, stepped on the ground thorns and arrived at An Ran's side, without being affected by the ground thorns at all. ?шщЩ.suimEnG.1a

So, do you all think he is a gold-type power user? No, his feet were pierced by the sharp thorns, but he didn't feel it, and he stood up directly, stepping on the thorns as if he was stepping on flat ground, and just like that, he came to An Ran's side.

An Ran lowered her head, silently looking at the thorns behind Xiao Zimo, where he passed by, the thorns were still stained with bright red blood.

What kind of person can have such magic power, the palm of his flesh can pass through the sharp thorns, but he doesn't feel any pain? It can only be said that this Xiao Zimo has already gone crazy in order to find his daughter.

Originally, she wanted to take this news to tease Xiao Zimo's thoughts, but it flashed in An Ran's mind, she raised her eyes, looked at Xiao Zimo honestly, and said:

"Hundred Flowers City, many people are looking for you. Just under the post you posted, someone said they saw your daughter. The name Xiao Zi actually belonged to your daughter. I don't know if that person has left Hundred Flowers City. Or maybe it's someone from Baihua City, go and have a look, I saw this message many days ago, maybe that person replied to your message now?"

Xiao Zimo didn't even turn his head when he heard it, he ran straight into the jungle, drove out a car with a "swish", and headed directly towards Baihua City.

As soon as he left, Zhen Xuejiu rushed out of the bamboo hut on one side with the bundle in his hands, jingling, clanging, clanging, and shouted at the exhaust of Xiao Zimo's car:

"Come back, come back, Xiao Zimo, you took my money, come back!"

Xiao Zimo's car had long since disappeared. Zhen Xuejiu could only stand among a group of stunned men, staring blankly at An Ran, raised her hand, and greeted An Ran very gratefully.

"Hi, An Ran, you are still here, take a ride in a while and take me back to Baihua City."

"Do you have a bodyguard?"

Looking at Zhen Xuejiu, An Ran began to make judgments. Back then, Zhen Xuejiu appeared in Baihua City with Xiao Zimo and a very burly bodyguard, and asked to write a book. An Ran had long forgotten the title of the book, but Zhen Xuejiu, a weirdo, An Ran remembered her appearance very clearly.

Zhao Ru also got out of the car, looked at Zhen Xuejiu, and said in a strange way: "I knew you were weird a long time ago. I came and went in a hurry before, and I didn't notice that there is a number one person like you. What's the matter, you are these dozen monkeys. A spy sent to Baihua City?"

"No, of course not."

Zhen Xuejiu dragged his luggage and hurriedly explained that he had already stood on the edge of the ground thorn and wanted to go, but he was not as awesome as Xiao Zimo, who dared to step forward on the ground thorn, so he hugged his luggage and rushed forward pitifully. An Ran explained:

"Of course I'm not with them. I just traveled here and stayed here for a while. It was my other bodyguard, Gu Xiang, who brought me here, saying that I would rest here and continue to go south. .”