readx;???“ For today's plan, I am afraid that I can only agree, but at the worst, I will summon Mingshenzong and others, use the audio-visual ball to perform a conspiracy drama, and make up a method of murder, with the treacherous of the middle-aged scribe, it is expected that it will be seamless. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoAt that time, take this audio-visual ball to see the thief, let the thief be resourceful, and never imagined that he had already conspired with Mingshenzong and others. ”

Zhou Shirong thought about it again and again, and he felt that there was no mistake in his calculations.

"Don't talk nonsense, you shouldn't. ”

Xu Yi was not interested in listening to his flattery, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was safe to let the old ghost go undercover.

"Junior, don't deceive people too much, I hope you will be the talker, and the old man will go to the soup for you again. ”

Zhou Shirong was indignant on his face, sneered in his heart, and just turned his head to say a word.

Xu Yi snorted coldly, "Old ghost, I advise you, don't play tricks, the yin corpse is hidden in the bottomless pit by me, if you want to one day, the soul returns to the body, you must cooperate honestly." ”

The Yin Corpse is really in his Sumeru ring, but he always has a string in his heart, that is, he will never trust the old ghost, and he also knows that the Yin Corpse is the old ghost's hundreds of years of warmth, hundreds of years of strategy, all for this corpse, as long as he holds this main line tightly, no matter how tricks the old ghost has, he will never be able to turn over the palm of his hand.

Sure enough, Xu Yi's voice fell, and Zhou Shirong almost fell to the ground, if he could cough up blood, he would have spurted blood wildly.

His plan is not exquisite, and he is also nine points sure that the yin corpse is in the ring of the thief Sumeru.

But even with that possibility, he didn't dare to take the slightest risk.

As Xu Yi thought, his hundreds of years of strategy are all in that yin corpse, if he kills the thief and gets the Sumeru ring, he doesn't see the yin corpse, and he is afraid that only the soul will fly away.

As for torturing the thief's ghost and forcing him to ask about the whereabouts of the corpse, with the thief's heart, he didn't report the slightest hope.

Almost stumbling over the threshold. Zhou Shirong was physically and mentally injured, sat on the eagle's beak rock for a long time, and encouraged himself thousands of times in his heart to fight hard. The yin corpse must be in the thief Sumeru ring, but it has alerted itself thousands of times, can't gamble, win may not be, and lose will be scattered. This bet is too big to bear.

Tianfeng hunted, sat for a long time, got up suddenly, turned west, and after a while, the quiet hall where the thief was located was now in front of him.

Zhou Shirong had an idea, he really couldn't afford to gamble, and he thought about it again. As long as the thief gets what he wants, and Zhou Daoqian dies, it is very likely that the Yin corpse will be returned.

After all, the Yin Corpse is not a elixir, and the thief has no other use than to use it to control himself.

Since they can't afford to take the risk, they can only continue to be ravaged by thieves.

With a thousand humiliations and unwillingness, Zhou Shirong came again.

With no illusions in his heart, Zhou Shirong cleanly informed Xu Yi of the previous gathering and conspiracy with Mingshenzong and others.

Xu Yi took the case. "This generation is so vicious, if it weren't for your hard work, you wouldn't have been taken advantage of. ”

He was really shocked in his heart, although his self-confidence and skills were extraordinary. But if you really fall into the siege rashly, I am afraid that you will have to suffer a dark loss.

After all, the means of the Ming God Sect, the Purgatory Venerable, the Song Tingshu, and the Good Buddha. He also inquired that there were several strong people in the world, all of whom had killer features, and the vertical and horizontal condensate was invincible.

Zhou Shirong's heart was so dead that he didn't have the heart to take credit, he just said, how to operate at that time, you will listen to your will, and then he will leave, and even Xu Yi's coping method, he has no heart to listen.

Zhou Shirong went, Xu Yi pondered in the lobby for a while, recruited a certain team leader, whispered a few words, and immediately, the team leader took a trap bird, rushed to the nearest city, and returned at night to deliver something to Xu Yi.

After this matter, I will omit it.

said that the team leader went, Qiuwa jumped up and shouted, I miss my sister, I want to find my sister.

Xu Yi then remembered how he forgot about the snow fairy in his life, and suddenly, a peerless fairy appeared in his mind, and his heart couldn't help but sway.

Speaking from facts, he has been in this world for many years, and Duxue Zihan has given him a feeling of being ethereal and dusty, and he seems to have this character to prove that he is in a certain fairy world.

At this point, Xu Yi shook his head and smiled bitterly, put aside distracting thoughts, picked up Qiuwa, and walked out the door.

Ask Qingqiuwa, where Xue Zihan is, twisting and turning, walking out of the secluded path, the vast martial arts arena is now in front of you.

At a glance, his line of sight passed over the countless thunderbolts that shook the sky, and he was directly sucked by a red iron tablet in the northwest corner.

The iron stele is three feet high, the whole body is red and almost black, and the strange red seems to have been soaked in the sea of blood for tens of millions of years.

Approaching quickly, walking to the front of thirty zhang, there is a hazy pressure soaked into the chest.

Qiuwa, who was playing in his arms, curled up suddenly, desperately tightened into his arms, and whispered, "Uncle Beard, I'm afraid, that black stone is so cold." ”

Xu Yi rubbed her little head, walked away, and her eyes were fixed on the seven blood-like "kill" words on the iron tablet, and she couldn't let go for a long time.

Avoid the Seven Evil Soul Monument in the distance, pass through the martial arts arena where the sound of fighting is not stopped, and the warm and noisy martial arts arena turns east, and goes to the north side of the mountainside, and a platform appears.

Qiuwa pointed to a low wooden house at the north corner of the platform, "My sister lives there." As he spoke, he slipped out of Xu Yi's arms, and his fleshy little short legs danced like a windmill.

At this time, the battle on the martial arts arena was in full swing, and this wooden house for the temporary residence of the elector was quite peaceful.

Only a little more than a dozen people scattered in all directions, or drying clothes, or walking fists and feet, were surprised to see the little baby running, there was a strange movement, and then Xu Yi, who was dressed in Xuanjia, had a strong aura, and returned to Ning.

"Sister, sister, Uncle Beard is here, Uncle Beard is here......"

The little guy appeared in front of people for the first time, especially when he was running in front of his sister, and he shouted from afar, threw himself at the door, and jumped straight through the window, but there was no trace of the snow beauty, and he jumped out again, and immediately collapsed his nose, and his big black eyes were foggy.

Compared with Xu Yi's joy, Xue Zihan, who was the first to see after resurrection, made the little guy deeply attached.

When Xue Zihan disappeared at first glance, the little guy was really like missing his mother, and he immediately wanted to cry.

Xu Yi stepped forward quickly, picked her up, and said with relief, "Sister Xu is looking for you, be obedient, don't cry, wait for Uncle Hu to find it." ”

The villain barely stopped his tears, nodded, and lay in Xu Yi's arms, sad and sad.

Xu Yi revealed the identity of the commander, asked everyone in the audience, and immediately got the news: Xue Zihan was picked up by Elder Liufeng early in the morning.

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"Snow fairy, it's washed, the Lord has been urging for a long time. ”

Outside the curtain, the urging of the maid was heard again.

In the bathtub, the clear soup is like snow, the petals are delicate, and the snow purple cold body is like congealed fat, soaked in it for nearly two hours, sitting steadily in the bath bucket, without moving a single bit. (To be continued.) )