He seemed serious, but his thoughts didn’t know where he was going.
After Gu Xijiu finished speaking and asked him to repeat it, he just woke up from a dream and recited two or three sentences with a stuttering voice, forgetting all the rest!
"Forgot everything later?" Gu Xijiu looked at him with raised eyebrows.
"Hug...sorry."
Gu Xijiu looked at him speechlessly. Didn't everyone praise this boy for his photographic memory? Why does this look like a goose
Seeing that he had just recovered and his IQ was probably lowered by his skill, Gu Xijiu planned to repeat it again. Qian Lingyu suddenly raised his head and looked at Gu Xijiu rather shyly: "Xijiu, why don't you write it for me? You write it once and I will read it and remember it." He suddenly wanted the words she wrote -
Gu Xijiu did not doubt that she had it, asked for paper and pen, and quickly wrote it down.
There was a slight breeze in the field, and suddenly there was another person. After Gu Xijiu finished writing, she turned around and almost ran into that person's arms.
The faint fragrance lingered on her nose, and Gu Xijiu's heartbeat almost skipped a beat. Just as she was about to retreat, the paper in her hand was already pulled away.
Everyone in the hall has knelt down in unison: "Welcome to the Holy Lord!"
The holy old man, dressed in white like clouds, stood there fluttering. No one could see how he came, and he seemed to appear out of thin air.
What he was holding in his hand at the moment was the 'Fangzi' that Gu Xijiu had just finished writing. He glanced at it and made a final comment: "Although the font is powerful, the structure is uneven..." He criticized her handwriting. , in a word: the handwriting is too ugly and needs more practice.
Gu Xijiu's black lines, she knew her calligraphy was not very pretty, but this was not calligraphy practice, she was just writing some notes.
Qian Lingyu looked at the piece of paper in the Holy Lord's hand eagerly. He thought that the Holy Lord would give the paper to him after criticizing him, but he didn't expect that the paper turned around in the Holy Lord's hand and disappeared.
Qian Lingyu: "...Holy Lord, that piece of paper—" He refused to give up and wanted to get it back.
The Holy Lord seemed to have just noticed him and looked towards him.
Qian Lingyu couldn't help but shrink back. He was originally very powerful, but in front of the Holy Lord, he was reduced to nothing in seconds!
"Can't remember?" The Holy Lord asked him three words, still in a very light tone.
Qian Lingyu: "..." He opened his mouth slightly, unable to tell any more lies: "I... that I..."
"Punish the evil envoy, take him down and remember it for a long time." The Holy Lord ordered.
"Yes!" The Evil Punisher agreed very readily. He had long wanted to deal with this kid. He was eager for the Holy Lord to say this and immediately grab Qian Lingyu, whose expression changed, and lift him up like a quail. gone.
The Evil Punisher dodged so fast that Qian Lingyu didn't even have time to utter a exclamation.
Gu Xijiu didn't even have time to stop him before the Evil Punisher disappeared with Qian Lingyu.
When Gu Xijiu and the Evil Punisher were treating Qian Lingyu's injuries just now, everyone's attention was on the three of them and no longer cared about Qian Lingtian's life and death.
Qian Lingtian knew that he would never get any good results this time. He originally wanted to escape while others were not paying attention to him, but as soon as he took a step forward, he was carried back by an elder of the Punishment Hall, and he tapped his acupuncture points. Leave it there.
He was filled with despair and saw no way out.
When his despair reached the extreme, he gave up.
He won't do anything even if he bites him to death! The biggest thing is the word 'death', what else can it do
(End of chapter)