Then he raised his fingers lightly and said calmly, "Burn." ”

"Yes."

Mo Chen and Shen Yi stood beside Xie Ci one by one, one from the left and one from the right, watching as the guards threw the corpse into the bonfire, surrounded by layers of firewood, surrounding him and burning him.

The flames almost soared into the sky.

Just as the flames rushed into the air, Mo Chen said in a low voice, "This person is indeed Xuan Ling, when his subordinates seriously injured him, he left a palm print on his heart, and his subordinate pointed at his chest, it is indeed a subordinate's palm print." ”

"It's just that he looks like he's gone."

"I really think of myself as some kind of great monk, and if I die, I will die, and I will die like this...... Mysterious. ”

The Immortal has always been disdainful of the flow of monks, especially when he saw Xuan Ling's pretending appearance, he hated to speak.

The important thing is that he finally made a move, and this monk actually committed suicide, leaving him with no ability, and I don't know when the Lord will send him next time.

The good guy wanted to make a show, but he was ruined by this stinky monk.

Heart congestion.

The dark one glared at the monk in the bonfire, and his heart was indignant.

But......

It soon became clear that something was wrong, because after the monk was burned, a round golden bead appeared.

"I'm Cao, is this the legendary relic?"

"Isn't this something that will only appear after the death of a high-ranking monk?"

"Xuan Ling, how can there be a fake monk?"

Even Mo Chen's eyes were stained with surprise, and he turned his head to look at the Lord suddenly.

But I found that the Lord's eyes had not changed from the beginning, and even when he saw this golden bead, he only raised his hand and sucked the bead into his palm.

Turn away.

"Hey, Lord, where are you going?" He watched his master leave, and asked repeatedly, "The master is gone, what should I do with these things?"

In the middle of the night, they had to clean up the yard, and the point was that the body had not been burned yet.

"Go back to bed with my son." The thank-you speech was an understatement, waved his hand casually, and turned back to the camp.

"Huh?"

Ming Yi looked at the back of Xie Ci, a little confused.

He hadn't followed the Lord for many years, and he had been indulging in practice, but he was suddenly dispatched by the Lord, and he couldn't keep up with the Lord's rhythm.

What kind of operation is it to accompany his son.

Is this still the same lord as before?

Mo Chen patted Mingyi's shoulder, understood his thoughts, and said calmly, "I'll get used to it in the future, let's clean up the venue now, so as not to be discovered." ”

"Oh......"

Stygian scratched his head, although inexplicable, but also obedient.

"Mo Chen, did you say that the one who died was really Xuan Ling?" Ying Yi frowned and shook his head, "I need to make a move, how can it be solved so easily, I always feel that something is wrong." ”

If Mo Chen hadn't seen the palm prints on Xuan Ling's corpse with his own eyes, he would naturally not believe that Xuan Ling committed suicide.

Can...... The facts are in front of him, and he can't help but believe it.

At this time, he returned to the camp tent to thank him, sat on the edge of the bed, and looked at his son's sleeping little face, his delicate and picturesque eyebrows and eyes were all cold.

What Xuan Ling said when he saw Xuan Ling's last face came to mind.

If he wanted the former pavilion master to be resurrected, then why didn't Long Quyuan want to? On the contrary, he helped them from the beginning, was it really because of the obligation of the national teacher?

Xie Ci raised his hand to pick up Yuan Miao and walked out of the tent.

Behind him was a white tiger, "Mohe, come with me." ”