Chapter 173: Snatching and Returning the Pearl
"Is the box really beautiful?" "Wu Gu Ji" felt that the jewel in front of her was beautiful. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½
Looked at by the burning eyes of envy, Lord Orb was not angry, he liked this kind of pure praise that did not contain desire. His slender fingers tapped the tabletop: "Perhaps, if you come, you will see it." ā
"Wu Gu Ji"'s blank mind was filled with his charming demeanor, I really like Lord Baozhu! She even secretly kept the bag of shrimp balls, not because she knew it was precious, but because it was given to her by Lord Orb.
She only remembered the main body and the Demon Suppression Sword, or some other vague people or things, but none of them were as bright and glamorous as Lord Baozhu, and they were good to her. She can only exist for fifteen days, but she hopes that these memories and emotions will return to her body and be preserved forever.
The two aliens followed a large group of monks who wanted to seize the treasure to a bare hill with rocks, a few shrubs, and a sparse yellowish weed.
"Dead land."
Ying He's words of the monk holding the array plate, a gust of wind blew, cold, not very yin, but the feeling of hitting the heart was desolate, sadness swept through the heartstrings, as if he had just experienced a life and death parting.
"Wu Gu Ji" didn't feel anything, she looked at the Lord Baozhu next to her: "Baozhu, is the baby here?" ā
The monks were stunned, this "Wu Gu Ji" really had some ability, and he caught up with Lord Baozhu in a short time, no wonder he was able to do so many earth-shattering things. The leader of the Scattered Cultivation Alliance sneered in her heart, but unfortunately she miscalculated this time, Lord Baozhu is not one of those young people, and she brought you here to use you.
"Lord Baozhu, the time has not yet come, whether you decide to sacrifice and open." The Formation Monk gave up the opportunity to go to the Island of Formation to attain enlightenment, and naturally hoped for a quick victory.
Baozhu waved his hand: "You are free, I just need the box." ā
"Alliance leader?"
"Xia Lao, it's okay, continue according to the original method." The alliance leader narrowed his eyes and took out a thin silk roll from his sleeve.
The silk corners show a little red flowers, like cold plums blooming in the snow, and the dark fragrance that comes to the face brings people back to the ancient times.
"Wu Gu Ji" saw that everyone was distracted for a moment when they saw the silk floating in the air, and couldn't help but be interested, and overdrew part of the strength of his body to concentrate on his eyes, and looked fixedly, his face suddenly turned pale.
Lord Baozhu held her up: "How did your aura become so weak?" ā
"It's okay, it's just a little magical." "Wu Guji" said that it was fine, but she seemed to be able to see her lifeline drop sharply, she pressed down her churning thoughts, and tried to make a smile, but her eyes were inadvertently dyed with a little sadness.
Lord Baozhu frowned and pulled her back: "We don't want it, go back." ā
"Wu Guji" shook her head and resolutely refused: "I'm fine, but when I saw the red flowers on the silk, I found that it was a silk thread dyed with blood and tears. ā
Everyone was puzzled, but how could a piece of silk that was a little older see a sad story from it? Even if it is bloodstained, it may be caused by the exercises, and women are sentimental and useless.
Hearing this, the leader of the alliance looked at "Wu Gu Ji" with a little more exploration in his eyes, and the reason why some people can set off the storm must be different from ordinary people's ability, take back the silk silk, and sigh faintly: "She is right, this is the story of my ancestor and the master of the Three Immortal Mountains." ā
He unfolded the silk, and a poem appeared in front of everyone, just plain and simple words, and he didn't even see the slightest fairy spirit. It seems to be **** between ordinary mortals, but at this moment, this place and the people behind it have added other feelings, which are in harmony with the surrounding environment, making people feel a sense of sorrow between heaven and earth.
"Wu Gu Ji" looked over, and saw that it was a song "Sauvignon Blanc":
Wu Shanqing, Yue Shanqing, the green mountains on both sides of the strait greet each other, who knows the parting feelings; Jun tears, concubines tears, Luo Belt concentric knot has not been completed, and the tide of the river has flattened.
She seemed to understand why these three islands were called mountains, and this fairy spirit island full of heavenly and earthly treasures was the last place where bones were buried. What is the tide of the river, what is terrible is that the sea is vast, without a trace.
The jewel hugged his chest, he was not very interested in this, he was born from the aura of heaven and earth, he saw through the red dust of the world, and felt that human beings were really smart and stupid, and such small things have been chirping crookedly for countless years, and even dragging others down. Bury the treasure and wait for the descendants to open it, and just say it, twisting and turning, annoying.
"Master Zheng Meng, since this is passed down from your family's ancestors, it should be yours, why bother telling everyone." Baozhu yawned, "I thought it was a good thing that caused me to advertise the sea, but it wasn't mine." ā
The leader of the alliance is naturally surnamed Zheng, his face is not red or angry when he hears this, everyone is a monk for many years, this little thing can be passed, it is not easy to practice, and it is cherished and cultivated, and it is a child's act to swing a sword and kill if he disagrees.
"Although it was left by the ancestors, the ancestors knew the harm of treasures and hoped to benefit all sentient beings, so everyone has the opportunity to recognize the Lord, relying on chance alone." He said that there was some pain in his flesh, no wonder the ancestors would fall into **** entanglement and could not be freed, I really thought too much, can I use a bloodline inheritance to recognize the master? And it is not clear yet, it will cause them to have many heirs of the Zheng family, and they will do evil, so they will not mention it at this time.
If this is for someone else's wedding garment, he will crush his bones and scatter them!
"In that case, how to turn it on." The silk had already been sacrificed, but there was no reaction here, and compared to the earnest affection on it, the orb couldn't help but have some mockery.
Lord Zheng looked at everyone present: "That is to find someone who is destined, everyone will take the silk silk and try it, as you can see, I can't do it, just throw bricks and lead the jade, go to inform the ancestors, please." ā
"Cut!" The orb sneered, took it first, but there was no response, so he threw it to the other monks.
"Wu Gu Ji" saw the scene of transmitting silk silks to each other, and lowered his head and couldn't help laughing, isn't this a handkerchief? Thinking about it, I couldn't help but hum that song.
āā¦ā¦ Gently throw it behind the child, don't tell her......" She was patted on the shoulder, and when she turned her head, she saw that she had not caught the white silk silk that had fallen on the ground behind her, and she was a little speechless, and bent down to pick it up.
As soon as the hand touched, the previous faint sadness surged like a tide, followed by a stabbing pain in the chest, a sharp sword pierced through the chest, and the blood stained the silk red, and the silk turned into a whirlpool and pulled her down, and the person had entered the whirlpool and disappeared.
Baozhu was stunned, grabbed the sword-wielding monk and tore it in half, and angry green tendons burst out on his forehead: "How dare you? ā
The monk holding the array plate next to Lord Zheng smiled: "Said the blood sacrifice, Lord Baozhu won't forget it, right?" This place is open, everyone should go in quickly. ā
Baozhu was a little confused, he really didn't expect that he would forget such an important thing because he was so happy with her for a while, and only remembered to get the beautiful box, his heart was empty, and it seemed that he really discarded the important beads.
Although he was a jewel, he couldn't fill the hole in his heart, grabbed his chest, and turned around silently, the sword spirit was dead, and the sword body was just a dead thing. (To be continued.) )