Chu Qingyan coughed lightly, if Yanluo knew that she was the one who made plans behind Kong Ling, wouldn't it be possible to solve it with a little croton
She shuddered suddenly.
She decided to go to the big ice block for warmth.
However, seeing Yanluo walking away lightly, Chu Qingyan was thoughtful.
Kong Ling is not a person who can be easily overwhelmed by medicine, and Yan Luo is not a person who likes to use tricks to bully others.
So then, in fact, the two of them are just—
Chu Qingyan stood up, brushed off the crumbs on her body, and said to Xining leisurely, "Do you know what one is willing to fight and the other is willing to suffer?"
"I don't understand." Xining looked eager to learn.
Chu Qingyan felt that it was better not to teach bad children, so she patted Xining on the head, "You are still young."
Xining looks like a cold wind withered, master, aren't you about the same age as your servant
In the woods, Dongting Wangyu nestled in a tree, looking up at the sparse stars in the sky, holding a leaf in his hand and playing it gently on his lips.
The voice was as empty as the cool breeze and the cold moon, drifting in the air, as quiet and gentle.
This song played for a long time, until the moon was already hanging in the air, and he removed the leaves from his lips and played with them in his hands.
"Young master, I haven't heard you blowing leaves for a long time, but it still sounds so good. It can be said that it has been around for three days, and I can't stop listening to it. I don't know the taste of meat for three days!" Xuanxi Zimo walked out from the corner, surging Compliments endlessly.
Dongting Wangyu glanced at him and said indifferently, "Speak human words."
"Young Master, your demonic voice has successfully made others retreat." Xuanxi Zimo laughed bitterly.
Dong Ting Wang Yu snorted coldly, "These little bastards don't even understand the rhythm, yet they dare to dislike this young master."
Xuanxi Zimo pretended not to understand.
"Okay, let's get down to business." Dongting Wangyu said quietly.
Xuanxi Zimo only entered the topic at this time, "My subordinates have inquired, Miss Chu is safe and sound, and the young master does not need to worry."
"Is this young master worried about her?" Dong Ting Wangyu was relieved when she heard that she was alright, but she felt that she couldn't hold her face, and said coldly.
"This subordinate understands, you are not worried about Miss Chu at all." But as soon as the words fell, the master gave him another look. Xuanxi Zimo felt that telling the truth was neither right nor lying. What happened to the subordinates these days? Also so difficult
"Have you heard any other news?" Dongting Wangyu leaned against the tree trunk leisurely, her expression comfortable, and she was no longer so impatient.
"Yes, King Ying and the others are going to Jiang Country tomorrow, shall we follow?" Xuanxi Zimo asked.
"Follow, why don't you follow, I haven't got the thing yet. Since it's not in the palace, it's on him, or it's hidden by him." Dongting Wangyu sat up, pulled out the folding fan around his waist, and opened it with a snap. Shaking leisurely.
When Xuanxi Zimo heard the words, he hesitated, "Master, do you have something to ask?"
"Don't ask if you don't know." Dongting Wangyu glanced at him with disgust, when did he become a mother-in-law.
Xuanxi Zimo choked, according to the normal situation, shouldn't it be a question
It seems that he still can't use common sense to infer his master.
Seeing the tangled faces of his subordinates, Dongting Wangyu couldn't stand it any longer, and said generously, "Okay, you are allowed to ask."
Xuanxi Zimo breathed a sigh of relief, he raised his head and asked sincerely, "Young Master, when you were in the forest, you originally planned to hold Miss Chu hostage and let King Ying hand over that thing, but in the end you watched Chu The girl left. A few days ago, Miss Chu passed out with a high fever. At that time, it was also a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Why didn't you let the King of England exchange that thing? The subordinates don't understand, why do you want to let go of those opportunities again and again? "
The subordinate's words made Dongting Wangyu startle a little, and he forgot to shake the folding fan in his hand, and then he felt his doubtful gaze, and then he closed the fan and said with a serious face, "That's because this young master doesn't like to use it. There's a way to get something, you understand?"
"But you didn't do much before!" Xuanxi Zimo murmured in a low voice, but how could he escape his young master with good ears
"Xuan! Xi! Zi! Mo!"
When the young master called out his name in such a word-for-word tone, he knew that he had said something he shouldn't have said!
"This subordinate still has something to do, so let's go!" He ran away in a flash.
But what is the sharp weapon that came after it, breaking through the air!
Xuanxi Zimo immediately fell to the ground, a leaf brushed his face and nailed it to the tree trunk, and then a strand of black hair floated in front of him.
My God, finally escaped!
Until the surrounding was quiet again, Dongting Wangyu's ears still echoed the subordinate's question.
why
Ask yourself, in fact, he doesn't know, maybe he really disdains to use this method on the little girl!
And it's a long way to go, it's better to enjoy while looking for it, he's not in a hurry anyway.
Peach blossom fan, shake and shake—
In a temple in Xixuan, a clean and pure white figure turned his back to the gate, holding a small wooden stick in his hand, lightly beating the wooden fish, wearing a Buddha bead in one hand, palm facing to one side, closing his eyes and chanting, if you listen carefully, You could hear that what he was chanting at this time was the Great Compassion Mantra.
The chirping of the candlelight did not affect him at all, and he still recited the scriptures and chanted the Buddha safely.
"Uncle, the emperor of Jiang country has a letter inviting you to visit Jiang country. This is an invitation letter." The little novice handed the invitation card in front of him.
Hearing this, Xu Jian recited "Amitabha Buddha", then put down the small wooden stick in his hand, slowly got up, took the invitation, opened it, and closed it.
"This invitation came at the right time." A faint smile floated in the eyes of Xu Jian, who had no sorrow or joy.
He walked out of the temple door and looked up at the night sky. Some time ago, he was watching the stars at night and found that the stars next to the emperor had gradually become dim from the previous Dasheng, and were almost invisible. In recent days, that star seems to be There is a tendency to light up again, but it is still a lot darker than in the past, and he has already guessed something.
"Wu Ming, help Uncle Master prepare things for the trip." He turned to the little novice and smiled.
The little novice asked curiously, "How long will Shishu be gone?"
"Uncle doesn't know either."
Xu Jian put his hands together and looked up at the stars in the sky again.
Since meeting the female benefactor, many things have begun to change.
If expected, the star should have fallen, but it was awakened by someone and regained its light.
May all this not be the beginning of the killing.
Xu Jian closed his eyes and recited in a low voice, "Amitabha, my Buddha is merciful."
"Nanwu, Huantana, Duoyanye. Nanwu, Acuiya, Polu Jiedi, Shuobo Laye..."