He had already reminded that these people would not listen.

"Empress..." After vomiting twice, Lu Yin barely controlled her to talk to Feng Wuyou, and Feng Wuyou raised her hand to interrupt.

"Needless to say, don't follow you all, go back to the tribe right away."

"Empress..." "This is an order!"

Feng Wuyou swept over them with cold eyes.

The people below were silent.

The Empress is easy to talk, but when she becomes serious, no one dares to disobey her orders.

"Then you, Empress..." They all care about Feng Wuyou very much. What if Feng Wuyou feels uncomfortable even if he moves forward?

The barbarians did not trust them, so who dared to say whether he would take advantage of Feng Wuyou's discomfort?

"Didn't you notice that I have no symptoms from beginning to end?"

Feng Wuyou can now confirm that Lingquan will not work for her.

Others react after soaking water, and the closer they are to Lingquan, the greater the reaction.

She didn't feel anything at all.

If someone hadn't fallen, she wouldn't even feel the approach of the Spirit Spring.

Qian Jiwei was sad. Every time he was by the Empress, he always felt that he was very useless.

They all fell down, and the Empress was still fine.

"It has nothing to do with you, it's a matter of physical fitness.

Don’t worry about me. Those with mild symptoms should take care of those with severe symptoms, and now go back to the camp immediately."

Qian Jiwei was reluctant, but he could not disobey Feng Wucheng's orders, so he had to support each other and leave.

Feng Wuyou watched them walk away before turning around: "Let's go."

Ignoring the guide, she took the lead.

This time she was not thinking about it, and just wanted to take the people she used to, and neglected that they had just arrived in the wilderness.

People who should bring the journey to the festival come.

However, just half an hour later, Feng Wuyou's idea was overturned.

"Empress, please walk the rest of the road yourself."

The barbarian guide held the tree with a haggard face: "There is no fork in front of you, and you will not go wrong. If you move forward, I can't walk anymore."

The barbarian guides who have lived here since childhood are unable to move forward.

He looked at Feng Wuyou as if he was looking at a monster.

It's already here, Feng Wuyou's face is not blushing or breathing, just like no one is worried.

Feng Wuyou stopped and stared at the guide: "How did you get the spiritual spring water?"

They use spiritual spring water. If they can't get close, how did the water come from?

The guide gasped: "Ancestor...the ancestor dug a small ditch and lured some water into the pond."

They usually get spiritual spring water from that small pond, but Feng Wuyou is different, she wants to go to the source.

Feng Wuyou nodded: "You go back."

The guide couldn't leave, and she wouldn't force it, but she really didn't feel it.

The guide did not lie. There was only one road ahead. He walked along that road for about a quarter of an hour, and Feng Wuyou's eyes lit up.

This is... a spring?

The barbarians and the books are called Lingquan. Feng Wuyou thought it was really a small spring. Now that I saw it with my own eyes, I realized that there is no spring, it is just a lake.

The lake is quite large, and Feng Wuyou can't even see it at all.

There are many flowers, plants and trees around, and the scenery is also beautiful.

Feng Wuyou tentatively moved forward, but as he did when he first came, he felt no discomfort in his body.

She walked all the way to the lake and suddenly stopped.

She moved her eyes, stared at her feet, and immediately frowned.
Chapter completed!