Zhao Desheng said he was coming.

Mingshu guessed that he might be talking about Lone Wing.

"You know Lonewing?" Mingshu played with the broken ancient jade, and used a questioning sentence, but the tone was firm.

"Acquaintance."

Of course Lao Tzu knows.

Lao Tzu still wants to kill him.

Ling Yan was afraid that he couldn't help but collapse his character, so he turned his attention away after saying two words. It just so happened that Xie Hui came in from outside, and his gaze swept over the coffin, "Ange, who did Zhao Desheng say was coming?" ”

Mingshu handed the ancient jade to Ling Yan, "The ghost is coming, are you afraid?" ”

Xie Hui: "......"

Tell you seriously, who is joking with you, is now the time to joke?

Mingshu said that she was not joking, if it was really Lone Wing coming, wouldn't it be a ghost?

Xie Hui cleared his throat, "Zhao Desheng caught it, is this matter over?" ”

Who knew it would be so easy to save the world, and they didn't do much.

Mingshu squatted in front of his coffin, looked at the beauty in the fiery red wedding dress inside, and took out a steamed bun to gnaw, "Why do you look so good." ”

The corners of Xie Hui's mouth twitched, "Ange, did you hear me?" ”

This thing is like a hooligan, the key is still herself, what is wrong with her brain.

Lingyan thought that Mingshu was still thinking about rejuvenating his soul, and his eyes became gloomy little by little.

Mingshu took two mouthfuls of his head, and replied thankfully: "If you think it's over, it's over, and if you think it's not over, it's not over." ”

Xie Hui: What does "......" mean? Let's make it clear, hey!

He looked at Lingyan, and the next second silently looked away, asking this evil star, he might as well figure it out for himself.

Xie Hui seemed to remember something, and left in a hurry, and after a while, Zhao Desheng's intermittent voice came in outside.

Mingshu tried to reach out and touch the coffin, this time she actually touched the coffin, Mingshu raised her eyebrows, it didn't work last time, how could it be this time?

"Ange!"

Lingyan put his arm around Mingshu's waist and dragged her out of the coffin.

As she was leaving, a light flashed on the coffin, but it disappeared for a moment, and she noticed that the dried corpses on the ground were a little more deflated.

Mingshu turned his head to look at Lingyan, "This thing is alive?" "Also sucking blood......

"Don't go near it." MMP Lao Tzu blinked an eye, and this snake spirit disease died.

Mingshu stared at the coffin thoughtfully, in fact, if he looked closely, it didn't look like a coffin, but more like a box, a delicate and luxurious, well-preserved rectangular box.

And her corpse is like a treasure placed in a box.

Why save her body?

Why did the Western Chu Kingdom use her to watch the Guardian Lingyan in the first place?

Why didn't she end up here, but ended up in the underworld?

Lingyan knew a lot of things, but he didn't plan to tell her, and Mingshu was not interested in talking from a person who didn't want to speak, and he didn't really want to know these questions, so he wanted to make a hate and earn some snacks.

Well.

Lone Wing is looking for her.

It's quite exciting to think about.

Mingshu put aside those problems and held the steamed buns to replenish his strength.

Lingyan is a little inexplicable, how can this snake spirit disease figure out the excitement when he thinks about it?

She wouldn't be thinking about resurrection, would she?

Lingyan stared at Mingshu's smiling side, and her eyes were shining, as if they were adorned with starlight, making people unable to take their eyes off.

Is that what she wants to be?

"What are you staring at me for?" Mingshu hugged the steamed buns tightly, "I only have so many left, don't beat my steamed bun idea." ”

Ling Yan snorted coldly, "Who is rare." ”

A broken steamed bun is also rare like this, why aren't you so rare? Isn't Lao Tzu as good as a broken steamed bun?

Thinking of this possibility, Ling Yan's face suddenly became gloomy.

Lao Tzu is not as good as a broken steamed bun??

"It's best not to be rare, you stay away from me." There are always snacks that Diao people want to snatch.

"What about me?"

"I'll kill you."

"You ......"

-

The Celestial Masters did not discuss on the spot how to deal with the coffin and those things, and Mingshu and Lingyan had no intention of leaving, so the Celestial Masters did not immediately go down the mountain, and planned to spend the night on the mountain and continue the discussion tomorrow.

After all, this thing is placed here, and if something else comes over, it will be troublesome.

As for the sleeping villagers, they sent someone to transport them down the mountain.

"Xiao Xie, what did you ask Zhao Desheng just now?"

A celestial master pushed Xie Hui, Xie Hui was shocked, he came back to his senses and wiped his face, "I asked him about that talisman." ”

The Heavenly Master glanced in Zhao Desheng's direction, "What did he say?" ”

What is the soul charm used upside down?

The Celestial Masters obviously didn't know.

"He didn't say it." Xie Hui was a little concerned about the question of that talisman in his heart, he poked the ground with his peachwood sword, and said as if talking to himself: "Zhao Desheng said that he was coming, who was he talking about?" ”

"I heard that this is the former site of the Western Chu Kingdom." The Heavenly Master didn't hear Xie Hui muttering clearly, but instead looked into the distance.

Xie Hui also looked over.

They were on a higher position at this time, with rolling mountains in the distance, and perhaps many years ago, this was a country, and below it were thousands of lights......

Xie Hui's eyes turned slightly, and he saw Mingshu and Lingyan standing a little higher.

Lingyan took Mingshu's hand and asked her to sit next to her, and said in a slow voice, "This used to be the priest's hall, and below is the imperial city. ”

The Western Chu State and the later Chu State and the Western Chu State are not the same thing at all, they have an earlier and longer history.

Standing here, you can overlook the prosperity of the world.

Priests can only go down the mountain on certain festivals, and they live on the mountain on weekdays, and the bustle that can be seen every day is the lights of the city below, which slowly rise like fireflies at night.

"Ango."

Lingyan half-knelt in front of Mingshu, held her hand with both hands, and stared at her seriously, "Promise me, will you be with me?" ”

The night was silent.

Behind him, there seemed to be thousands of lights lit up.

He was still the priest who was as cold as a fairy.

"The last time I asked you, you didn't take advantage of the opportunity yourself, and it's no wonder that I can't blame you." Mingshu withdrew his hand, wanting to chase me, but he didn't think about it without pig's trotters.

"An Ge, you obviously like me, why do you have to be hard-mouthed?" Lingyan was a little annoyed, "When are you going to make trouble, do you like me so hard for you to speak?" ”

"Which eye do you see I like you?" Can such a noble person casually say that he likes others?

No!

I want to be embarrassed!

"You don't like me, why did you block it for me?"

"I destroyed Gu Yu, maybe I wanted to harm you."

"Then why did I kiss you and you didn't resist?"

"Why don't you enjoy the beauty delivered to your door?"

Lingyan suddenly got up, and he looked down at her.

Mingshu looked up at him, the emotions in his eyes changed very quickly, as if he was angry and wanted to get angry, but he pressed back in an instant, and slowly squatted back, "Ange, try to like me." ”

"Why should I like you?"