Xuan Yuan wanted to crawl away, but was pulled back by her little paws.

He persevered, and she grabbed again in anger, and went back and forth a few times before he gave up, and sighed, "There is a magic that can make people fall into nightmares, sneak into their dreams and kill people, and this person will fall into a deep sleep forever, and never wake up again." ”

"You know how to do this?"

Song Jin's narrow fox eyes were shining, and his eyes were erratic, as if he was secretly thinking something.

"I'm probably only half." Xuan Yuan's eyes were dark, and he spoke unhurriedly.

Song Jinhu looked at him suspiciously, "Yes, it won't, it won't, what is half of it?" ”

"Because the introduction to this method is difficult to find," Xuan Yuan's eyes were slightly deep, and he said, "I need to use the blood of the two people with the highest luck in the world as a medium, but at present, I have not found out these two people." ”

Song Jin knew it in his heart.

The two people with the highest luck are not the male and female protagonists?

Looking at Xuan Yuan's gaze also had a strange change, he always felt that this thing was pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger.

***

Song Ling did things resolutely, and went to the Buddha that day to tell the matter one by one, even if Cheng Jun came forward to persuade many times, she was determined to drive Xu Yingying away from Cheng Jun.

And Xu Yingying naturally can't admit her guilt, probably because the heroine's aura played a role, even if Song Ling said a lot, the Buddha finally considered it, but gave Xu Yingying a demotion.

Although people are still in Buddhism, the chance of meeting Cheng Jun has been greatly reduced.

Originally, the male and female protagonists had the power to attract each other, although the Buddhism gate was large, at the end of the day, whether it was a coincidence or intentionality, Xu Yingying could always see Cheng Jun.

And Song Ling has been following Cheng Jun almost every step in recent days, once Xu Yingying comes out, she will compete with each other, so that Cheng Jun's favor towards Song Ling has dropped sharply, but he has a little more pity for Xu Yingying.

Song Jin knew that he was in a hurry, so he could only hold back for the time being.

In the blink of an eye, three hundred years have passed.

Song Jin has formed a revolutionary friendship with her turtle turtle, and the two are embarrassed and evil in Buddhism.

She was set on fire by a spell in front of her, and the palace was burned, and every now and then, Xuan Yuan would crawl over slowly (forced) to clean up the aftermath for her, and she choked, and he echoed, nodding from time to time (forced).

As a result, everyone in the Buddhist sect couldn't help but sigh, what a good seedling, how did it end up in the hands of a little fox.

At the same time, Song Jin's body is also constantly rising, and now she is really like a slender cardamom girl, just standing there quietly, she is a beautiful woman.

Xuan Yuan, who looks like a young man, is lying on the shore of the lake basking in the sun, as long as he doesn't speak, his temperament is cold and cold, making it difficult for people to approach.

Sometimes when he hangs his long eyelashes, he looks like a god on top, but with just one glance, people can know that this person is not as harmless as he seems.

Song Jin's bright and fair little face suddenly came over, Xuan Yuan was stunned for a moment, and saw her bend her eyes, "What is there to dry in the sun, go, turtle turtle, I know where the Buddha's treasure pavilion is, I'll take you there." ”

As she spoke, she turned into a fox, hunched Xuanyuan, who had turned into a turtle, on her back, and after a while, she arrived at the Treasure Pavilion.

There are many organs in the treasure pavilion, and one wrong step is a sharp sword, but fortunately, Xuanyuan's turtle shell is hard, because of the need for turtle shell self-defense, Song Jin hid into the larger shell, and then turned into a human form, and grabbed the little snake with feet in his hand, lest he be thrown out of the shell.