Chapter 299: One wish and one wish (2/2)

Xuanxi Zimo was relieved. He looked up and asked sincerely, ”Master, when you were in the mountain forest, you originally intended to hold the girl Chu and let the king deliver the thing, but in the end you watched Chu The girl left. A few days ago, girl Chu had a high fever and fainted. At that time, it was also a rare opportunity. Why didn't you take the King to exchange that thing? The subordinates don't understand, why do you miss those opportunities again and again? ”

The words of his subordinates made Dongting Wangyu look a little surprised, and the folding fan in his hand also forgot to shake. Then he felt his doubtful gaze, and then he closed the fan, and his face was authentic, ”That's because Ben Shao didn't like to use this. You get things this way, do you understand? ”

”But you haven't done less before!” Xuan Xizi Mo muttered, but how could this escape the young master with good ears?

”Xuan! Brook! Son! Mo!”

When the young master shouted his name in this word-by-tone tone, he knew that he had said something that should not have been said again!

”Subordinates have work to do, withdraw first!”

But what was the sharp weapon that came after it?

Xuanxi Zimo lay on his face immediately, a leaf rubbed his face, nailed it to the trunk, and then a strand of black hair fluttered and fluttered to him.

Oh my god, finally escaped!

Until the quietness was restored all around, Dongting Wangyu's ears were still echoing the questions of his subordinates.

why?

Ask yourself, in fact, he didn't know, maybe he really disdain to use this method on the little girl!

Moreover, the long road is worse than enjoying while searching, anyway, he is not in a hurry.

Peach blossom fan, shake it--

In a temple in Xixuan, a clean and white figure was facing away from the gate, holding a small wooden stick in his hand, holding a wooden fish lightly, and wearing a bead palm in his hand to the side, chanting with his eyes closed, if he listened, Then he could hear that he was chanting the Great Tragedy.

The flame of the candle fluttered, but it did not affect him in the slightest, and he continued to recite the scriptures.

”Uncle, the emperor Jiang Guo wrote a letter inviting you to Jiang Guo. This is an invitation.” Xiao Shami handed the invitation in his hand to him.

Hearing the words, I chanted ”Amitabha Buddha” in falsehood, and then put down the stick in his hand, slowly got up, took the invitation, opened it, and closed it.

”This invitation comes at the right time.” A faint smile appeared in the eyes of the sorrowful and unhappy.

He stepped out of the temple door and looked up at the night sky. Some days ago, he watched the horoscope at night, and found that the star beside Tianzi gradually faded from the previous great prosperity, almost disappearing, and in recent days, the star seemed to With the tendency to light up again, it was only a little darker than in the past, and he had already guessed something.

”Wu Ming, help Uncle prepare things for travel.” He turned and smiled at Xiao Sha Mi.

Xiao Shami asked curiously, ”How long will Uncle leave?”

”Uncle doesn't know.”

Xuan Jian folded his hands and looked up at the stars in the sky again.

Many things have changed since I met the female donor.

If expected, the star should have fallen, but it was not awakened by anyone, and the light was restored.

May all this be not the beginning of the killing.

Falsely closed his eyes and whispered, ”Amitabha, I am compassionate.”

”Nanwu, drink Jaina, Ye Yeye. Nanwu, Ah Yee, Po Ludi, Shuo Bo Yeye ...”