He really didn't expect that he would get seasick in a flying boat.
All the time, the flying boats Ye Qingyun has ridden in have been of high quality.
I have never been on such a bad flying boat.
It doesn’t matter if it’s slow.
What a fucking bump.
Ye Qingyun was okay at first, but as he was bouncing around, Ye Qingyun felt his head was buzzing.
Feeling like vomiting for a while.
Huikong was shocked when he saw Ye Qingyun's expression was wrong.
Could it be that the Holy Son sensed some huge danger?
Is that why you look so solemn?
He acted cautiously and looked around, wanting to see where the crisis that Ye Qingyun sensed lay.
But I looked around and found nothing.
Could it be that a powerful enemy is coming?
But because the powerful enemy's cultivation is too advanced, he can't notice it?
Only the Holy Son's level of cultivation can discover it?
Huikong suddenly became even more nervous.
He took a deep breath and stood closely beside Ye Qingyun.
"No matter what, I will protect the Holy Son!"
Huikong said to himself secretly.
Although he also knew that no one in this world could hurt Ye Qingyun.
But as Ye Qingyun's staunch follower.
Huikong will never allow anyone to offend Ye Qingyun.
Not even a strong man whose strength is far superior to him can do it.
The flying boat continued to bump.
Ye Qingyun's face became increasingly ugly.
There was even a look of pain.
Huikong was anxious.
Could it be that the Holy Son was poisoned?
Probably!
Otherwise, with the Saint Son's unfathomable extraordinary cultivation, how could such a look appear on his face?
Huikong's heart was heavy.
Even the Holy Son has been poisoned, so their situation must be extremely dangerous at this moment.
The person coming is probably an unprecedentedly powerful enemy!
"Amitabha, don't worry, Holy Son. Even if Huikong dies today, no one will harm the Holy Son at all!"
Huikong said solemnly to Ye Qingyun as if he had sacrificed his life generously.
Ye Qingyun turned to look at him.
His face was indescribably ugly and weird.
Huikong almost cried.
This Holy Son must have been too deeply poisoned.
At this moment, I couldn't even speak.
Is the Holy Son really in danger today?
"Holy Son, I will carry you and escape from here!"
Huikong quickly wanted to escape with Ye Qingyun on his back.
As a result, the moment his hand touched Ye Qingyun.
Ye Qingyun really couldn't hold himself any longer.
vomit!!!
He spit it out immediately.
There was nothing left from breakfast this morning.
They all vomited on the deck of the flying boat.
At this time, both Huikong and Xu Tianzhong were stunned.
Especially Huikong.
He looked at Ye Qingyun in disbelief.
I wonder what kind of poison this is?
So powerful?
Even the Holy Son has become like this.
At this time, Ye Qingyun straightened up, his face looking better than before.
It feels good to spit it out.
Ye Qingyun wiped the saliva from his mouth, but he still felt a little uncomfortable.
But it's much better than before.
"National Master, what's wrong with you?"
Xu Tianzhong asked quickly.
"Yes, Holy Son, are you poisoned? I will take you to find someone to heal you!"
Huikong also asked hurriedly.
Ye Qingyun waved his hand.
"It's okay, I'm just seasick."
Chapter completed!