"Cough, cough, cough...what the hell is this?!" Murong exclaimed. Just as he finished, he felt something being stuffed onto his face. Instantly, he could breathe smoothly, and his vision cleared.
Then, he realized it was a mask.
Because Zhan Jingshu's face also bore something like a Peking Opera mask.
"Where did you get it?"
"From Xiaogong."
"Why did he give it to you, and not to me?"
"You have time to waste here talking nonsense, but not to quickly look for your sister?" Zhan Jingshu stared at the sky full of butterflies and butterfly dust; the box was only so big, yet the figures of Qiao Zhichuan and Mu Bai were nowhere to be found, making him secretly anxious.
Damn it! Miscalculated, that guy actually has this kind of thing?!
If they don't quickly find Mu Bai and stop Qiao Zhichuan's illusion, once his illusion is successful, Master might have to step in.
And this was their first time doing a mission on their own, he really didn't want to fail!
