What's Wrong With Being A Salted Fish?

Let Me See 9

"Host, do I need to remind you that Su Ziqi is not far behind you?" 0617 suddenly spoke.

"What is he doing standing there?" Lin Zhuo heard 0617's voice, turned around and saw Su Ziqi staring at him and crying silently. The other party's eyes were red and tears kept flowing from the corners of his eyes, which attracted a lot of people's attention.

"Damn, that's scary!" Lin Zhuo shuddered and pulled Qi Zhixing back into the house.

He will explode if he looks at him for one more second. Can Su Ziqi let him go?!

...

After flying for several days, the people from the Wanjian Sect finally arrived at the location of the Songhua Secret Realm, Chu Yunhai.

This place is surrounded by white fog all year round, and from a distance it looks like large chunks of white clouds falling on the earth.

Lin Zhuo leaned on Qi Zhixing and silently wrapped his clothes tightly. Not only was it white here, but the temperature was also lower than outside.

They didn't arrive very late, but it was also the last minute, but it could be considered that they caught a good opportunity.

The elders of various sects that control this secret realm are ready to work together to open it.

As they held various spiritual weapons in their hands, drew talismans and entered the formation, the white mist gathered into a ball among them, and then split in the middle, revealing a passage for the two of them to pass through.

"I believe everyone must be familiar with the rules of the Haiyue Ceremony..." The leading old man with a white beard happily began to introduce the rules of the competition with his hands behind his back.

"What should I do?" Lin Zhuo muttered softly.

"Hmm?" Qi Zhixing lowered his head and put his ear close to Lin Zhuo.

Lin Zhuo pinched his ear and whispered, "I really want to argue with him. I really want to say I don't know."

Before Qi Zhixing could speak, the old man with white beard spoke first: "Little kid from the Wanjian Sect, do you have something to say? You can speak louder."

As he spoke, the white-bearded old man looked at Lin Zhuo with encouraging eyes.

Help!

Lin Zhuo shook his head frantically, indicating that he had nothing to say. He even thought that the old man might have done it on purpose.

For some reason, he felt like he was caught by the teacher while whispering with his deskmate in class, especially with all the looks from all directions. Lin Zhuo's scalp was tingling.

Qi Zhixing blocked him behind him and smiled calmly at the white-bearded old man.

"Is that so?" The old man with white beard seemed disappointed, but he didn't care and continued to introduce.

Lin Zhuo leaned on Qi Zhixing's back with his eyes blank, his face still flushed from the awkward atmosphere. He whispered, "kill me!"

Why is he always the one who gets killed in society?!

Lin Zhuo kept punching Qi Zhixing on the back, causing the latter to laugh uncontrollably.

Still laughing! I was so embarrassed that I wanted to find a crack to hide in!

Lin Zhuo glared at Qi Zhixing, and Qi Zhixing had to make a gesture of closing his mouth to indicate that he was not laughing and that what he heard just now was just Lin Zhuo's hallucination.