The sickly prince is pretending to be weak again

Chapter 747 What's going on?Why is the witch spell not working?
In the end, the two were still squeezed together, Feng Qingcheng was wrapped in Cang Yan's arms, with his back pressed against his chest.

The man's body temperature was slowly passed through the two layers of fabric, and penetrated into her skin little by little. She pursed her lips and slowly closed her eyes.

Now that Feng Qingyin is dead, and her fate of living and dying with Feng Qingyin has been lifted, without Feng Qingyin's mischief, it should be much easier to find the soul grass in the Mountain of No Return, right?
Feng Qingcheng thought about it, and suddenly felt a lot more at ease, and soon fell asleep.

The night is getting darker, and the cold moon hangs high.

The mist at the bottom of the cliff was getting thicker and thicker. Feng Qingcheng was sleeping soundly, when suddenly she felt her hand was sticky and soft, as if it had been stained with cotton candy.

She stretched and wanted to turn her hands over, but her hands seemed to be stuck to something. She was startled, and suddenly woke up from a half-asleep state.

With the light of the burning fire not far away, she realized that she and Cang Yanli were wrapped in layers of white silk, like being wrapped in a huge silkworm chrysalis.

Feng Qingcheng gritted her teeth and managed to pull out her sticky hand.

Her movements were not small, and suddenly woke up the man who was still sleeping.

The man glanced away, and when his eyes touched the white filament, his brows could not help but frown, and a look of wariness flashed across his eyes, "What is this?"

He didn't take much rest that day, thinking of Dabai and Dahei, the pair of boa constrictors watching the night, and holding Feng Qingcheng in his arms, he fell into a deep sleep, and he didn't hear any movement.

Feng Qingcheng shook her head, the expression on her face gradually became solemn, "It's the first time I've seen it too, but judging from the shape and stickiness of this thing, it's probably spider silk."

Spider silk?

Hearing this, Cang Yanli narrowed his long and narrow eyes, and looked at the layer on top of his head again. It was white, sticky, and long. It was indeed like a spider's thread, but it was as thick as a human's little finger. .

"It's just that this spider silk is too thick? If the spider silk is so thick, how big will the spider that spits out this silk be? Isn't it like a small mountain?"

Feng Qingcheng bit her lips, and replied, "Now is not the time to discuss these things, the most urgent thing is to escape from the spider web."

The spider wrapped them in silk, apparently taking them as prey.

Generally, after the spider catches the prey, it will not eat the prey immediately, but let the prey struggle on the web, and when the prey has no strength to struggle, it will eat the prey one bite at a time.

Now they are wrapped in the spider silk, and they have to find a way to escape as soon as possible. If the spider targets them, it will be troublesome!

Feng Qingcheng thought about it, turned her palms over, and slowly closed her eyes, but she recited the witch spell several times, not to mention flames in her hands, not even a single spark came out.

"What's the matter? Why doesn't the witch spell work?" Feng Qingcheng opened her eyes wide, stared at her palm without blinking, and recited several times without giving up, but her palm was still empty, and nothing happened.

She doesn't believe in this evil!He continued to chant the mantra, but there was still no response at all.

Seeing this, Cang Yanlai reached out to hold her hand, and reminded in a gentle voice, "It may be that you have just taken the soul-returning grass, and your energy has not recovered. Don't use witchcraft forcibly, these spider silks are just sticky. It’s actually not that difficult to get out.”

Feng Qingcheng heard the words and asked suspiciously, "Do you have a solution?"

Cang Yanlei drew out the long sword that he carried with him, turned his wrist, and the light of the sword flashed out, quickly cutting a hole in this layer of spider silk.

　Three shifts!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)