MTL - My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker-Chapter 1299 2.735 Retreat!

Chapter 1299 2.735 Retreat!

"Ugly!" Qiao Mu gave the corpse a shot from close range.

Wu Jin's arrow shot through the corpse's head, but did not damage its crystal nucleus, so it still grabbed Lun Yue's face with a pounce.

Seek death! Decisively, she took out a small and delicate fire salamander and fired at the corpse's head.

"Oh!" The corpse's head caught fire immediately, and after burning into ashes, it dropped a greenish nuclei slightly larger than rice grains.

Qiaomu picked up a pair of tweezers, threw it into a cloth bag, and turned his head toward Qinda, who was hiding beside the gangway, and his voice was, "Open!"

Everyone: ...

Grandmaster Qin shook his head helplessly, shook the fan in his hand and sighed, "How can I spread such a small thing on you?"

After the figure shook, General Qin's cover was torn off another transparent "wall" at the entrance of the road, and Zhentian's hissing roar was mixed with a few screams, which instantly poured into the eardrums of everyone.

Qin Da was surprised, and he hesitated out of the crossing.

Immediately, he stretched out his hand, and Daqin's complexion embarrassedly stopped Luan Yue and others behind him.

"I tell you, it may be too late to return now." Grandpa Qin muttered softly.

Qiao Mu shoved him in front of him with one hand, got out of the crossroads, and immediately hesitated.

Duanyue, Mo Lian, Situ Yi, Liang Qingqing and others also came out one by one. When everyone saw the scene in front of them, they took a breath of air.

In front of me is a small square with a torch-shaped round platform in the center, which houses a statue of the city master.

But at this moment it was full of countless people, and it was estimated that there were thousands.

They were twisted together like twisted twists, and the feet of the people above stepped on the heads of the people below, and everyone was looking for a place to hug and climb up.

But now even the old man with a big belly is half-hanging on the top of the sculpture, his face swaying pale in the air.

When he saw the crowds going down continuously, the old man couldn't help screaming, "Don't squeeze up, don't go up ... Ah!"

He was shoved by the crowd below, and his body fell off the sculpture head.

On the round table stood a circle of mysterious masters and forging masters who were about to run out of mystic power. They were too busy looking for themselves to reach out and catch the falling old man.

The crowd watched him fall off the base of the statue, and was grabbed and torn into pieces by a group of corpses who raised his hands and shouted, but it became a mass of flesh and blood in a matter of seconds.

"My God." Liang Qingqing was accustomed to the big scene, and at this time couldn't help a little shaking of his teeth.

At a glance, there were thousands of corpses.

Morin was also a little scared, but not as panicked as others.

Before being besieged by tens of thousands of corpses in Beilan City, at least they still had unshakable walls and tens of thousands of city residents as their backing.

But now, their team has a total of a hundred people.

Fighting is bound to be unwise, and it seems that at this time, only retreat first.

"Back!" Molian whispered softly.

Everyone immediately turned around and ran into the tunnel.

But at this time, those desperate people on the round platform had found them, and immediately shouted, "Save us! Don't go! Don't go!"

Qiaomu glanced back, and saw two forgemen holding heavy epee, rolling down from the round table because of lack of strength.

(End of this chapter)