Closer, even closer ... Ling Chuxi suddenly closed her fingers. She could even clearly feel that her skin had already touched the delicate, snowflake-like surface of the sea Spirit flower and felt that strange coldness. However, at the moment her fingers closed, a bright light flashed and the sea Spirit flower once again flew away from the lock of her divine sense.
He failed again!
In the eyes of others, Ling Chuxi had once again done something useless. Although no one could understand what she was doing, everyone knew that her method would not work.
Originally, there were still a few people who stayed to watch the fun, but after seeing this scene, they lost interest and returned to the blue cloud shuttle.
On the surface of the sea, only Ling Chuxi, LAN Xinyu, Meng Zheng, an Xiuwen, and uncle Ling were left.
