Oscar is still immersed in the excitement of advancement.

When Dai Mubai mentioned the third soul skill, his expression suddenly became awkward, "...Well, let's talk about it when we go back..."

"What are you afraid of? Is it more obscene than your first two soul spells?" Ma Hongjun grinned and laughed.

"..." Oscar scratched his head.

When the fat man said this, several people obviously became more interested and coaxed him to see his third soul skill.

"Then... we agreed, you can't laugh at me." Xiao Ao was helpless.

"If you don't laugh, you must not laugh!" Several people's faces tightened and they nodded at the same time.

Oscar glanced at Ning Rongrong quietly again, then raised his right hand and recited the third soul curse righteously.

"I have a mushroom sausage!"

"Pfft--" Several people achieved success in one second.

Even the deserted Zhu Zhuqing couldn't hold it back, lowered his head and pursed his lips.

"Didn't you promise not to laugh..." Oscar stared at those peach blossom eyes, aggrieved and innocent.

I am obviously very serious...

Why does it still sound so...obscene and perverted...

"Xiao Ao, I'm sorry..."

"We really didn't mean it..."

"Everyone didn't laugh at you...just...couldn't hold it back..."

"Hahahahaha——"

Oscar watched these devils silently, laughing for three minutes while they were beating the tree...

Ginger Alfalfa, who was the first to notice the mushroom sausage in his hand, tilted her head, "...This, the shape is a bit strange..."

The main body of the mushroom sausage is the same as the large sausage, but the top is convex, like a small umbrella-shaped mushroom head, and a bit like the meat comb on the head of a phoenix-tailed cockscomb snake.

"No way..." Fatty's eyes widened, "You mushroom intestines... you look too evil..."

Coupled with that soul curse, it’s really hard to open your mouth!

"Evil??" Jiang MiClub blinked his big eyes in confusion.

Tang San seemed to know what she wanted to ask, and covered her mouth with a neat underarm strike.

Ginger Alfalfa: Come again???

"Just dislike it..." Oscar raised his hand, "My mushroom intestines, the third soul ring skill, fly."

The laughter and frolics suddenly stopped.

Even Zhao Wuji stood up and strode towards the group of people.

"Your third soul skill is...flying?" Ning Rongrong raised her head and stared at him in disbelief.

How is this possible?

Among the auxiliary soul masters, there are very few who have auxiliary flying skills.

But even so, this kind of soul skill only appears at level 60 or above...

But Oscar is only thirty-one!

So, is it really what Dean Flanders said?

Xiao Ao is the real genius...

And I am not only arrogant and arrogant, but also the least talented among the eight Shrek people.

When Ning Rongrong realized this fact, his mind was shocked, as if it had exploded...

"Ahem..." Oscar felt a little uncomfortable because of the complicated changes in her eyes. He tilted his head slightly and said, "I haven't finished speaking yet..."

"..." Ning Rongrong was startled.

Not finished yet?

In addition to flying, does the third soul ring have other skills?

…It’s simply outrageous!

Just when her little mouth opened slightly, she heard Xiao Ao say, "It's one minute of flying..."

"Depend on--"

Without waiting for Ning Rongrong to react, Zhao Wuji gave him a slap in the face, "Damn it, you are just teasing me!"

Luckily he was a little excited, and it only took one minute to co-write?

One minute is enough for what?

Bullshit, useless skills, can't even fly across a wider river.
Chapter completed!