It's both water and fog.

Obviously, those strange people on the opposite side like to fight in this kind of gold.

Countless successful groups splashing in the water were quietly eliminated.

The sound of splashing water comes to mind.

The sharks jumped out of the water.

Xiaokui's blisters also floated up.

In the middle is the silver-haired old lady who saved Ruan Qingyu. At this moment, the old lady's huge fish tail is spread out like an umbrella, and the golden scales are shining like the sun.

She clasped her hands together, and the other callers followed her and made the same move.

Hululu.

The bubbles tell to spin up.

The wounds on Xiaokui's body are getting better visibly.

The same goes for Fang Xi, even his breathing became calmer.

Ruan Qingju's blisters floated in front of the silver-haired old lady.

The silver-haired old lady cut her palm open, and the golden blood continued to flow into the blisters. The wounds on her body began to recover, and her collapsed soul gradually stabilized.

"Is this the tribe of Sister Yu Mianmian?"

"No, Sister Mianmian's healing ability is not that powerful." Xiaokui shook her head and looked at those who were fighting, "There are also those who use strength and ice."

"Why are you helping us?" Xiaokui murmured.

This is said very lightly.

But a mermaid swimming by her heard her and spit out a string of bubbles.
Chapter completed!