"Since the patriarch of the witch doctor clan is not in agreement with you, why don't I give you the witch doctor clan?"

Ji Xin said.

"You know everything."

Yan Angui smiled in a low voice, and his hoarse voice became a little strange.

"What about the conditions?"

The auditor continued.

Yan Angui stood up with his hands on the table.

"It's easy to make a person disappear in the Witch Doctor Clan."

"Then please ask the Holy Doctor."

The auditor also stood up.

Yan Angui beckoned, Huai Jin not far away ran over to support him, he took a few steps forward, as if he suddenly thought of something and turned around.

"Remember what I told you, Relieve Worry Gu, if you want to solve Gu, the person under Gu can break Gu by death."

With that, he turned to leave, and no one noticed that an imperceptible smile appeared next to the corner of his mouth that was hidden by hair.

Yan Angui suddenly mentioned the Worry Relief Gu, and Ji Xin only felt stiff for a moment, and the aura of Ji Mo Qinghe on the side suddenly became colder.

"I just mentioned ...... by chance"

Ji Xin pursed his lips and faced Ji Mo Qing and explained.

Jimo Qinghe slowly raised his hand to tear off his mask, took a step forward, and raised his hand to hold Ji Xin into his arms.

"That's my promise."

It was the first time that Ji Xin was so formally hugged by a man, and this warm embrace made her feel a little strange.

"There are all kinds of things in the world, the humerus is up and down, whether it is the power and the court, or the countryside and mountains, I want to accompany you, so don't push me away."

"Qinghe ......"

The voice of the salary is a little rare soft.

Jimo Qinghe pressed his chin against her hair.

"Before I met you, I never imagined that there would be a day, even if it was to entrust my life to the incomparably glad."

Jimo Qinghe will be sincere and serious, this cold and lonely peerless son, for the first time, admitted that these five continents and eight countries, thousands of rivers and thousands of mountains, whether it is a general on the battlefield or a powerful minister calling for wind and rain in the court, no matter how much he analyzes people's hearts and is peerless and resourceful, in front of his loved ones, he is still unable to form an army.

"Okay."

I feel like I've never felt so deeply relied on and looked forward to.

"Let's go together."

She put her arms around Jimo Qinghe's waist and closed her eyes.

Acquaintance to acquaintance and acquaintance scenes appeared in front of her eyes, the breeze and the moon Jimo Qinghe, the court tongue debate Jimo Qinghe, he wielded a sword, he played music, he was desperate in danger, and he was worried or indifferent under countless moonlight, Ji Xin found that he could recall every moment when he saw Jimo Qinghe.

Maybe at the very beginning, he made a good choice, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, when the peerless son fell into the mortal world, who was not selfish?

When Yan An returned to the Witch Doctor Clan, there was already a crowd of people outside the gate of the Witch Doctor Clan.

Chen Liang and Zheng Xize rode on horses, and the two teams of attendants behind them were well-equipped, and dozens of large boxes were lined up one after another. The scene was very grand, and Su Kuishou and a team of people were already waiting outside.

"Lord Zheng, Lord Chen."

Su Kui bowed his head.

"Little Lao'er learned that the king sent a special envoy to comfort our clan, and he was really frightened, how could I be so gracious when I waited for cloth clothes."

"My king has come here on his eastern tour, and I heard that your witch doctor clan is good at treating the sick, and the doctor is very virtuous, and the king is grateful for the peace of the people, so he specially ordered me to come."

Zheng Xize said.

"This is the king's envoy?"

The people seeking medical treatment on the side whispered.

"Envoy? Is that going to allow the witch doctor to cure my son's illness? ”

A middle-aged man in the crowd spoke with an anxious face.

"What are you thinking? The envoy is here to comfort the witch doctor, and you rush up like this, and you carefully hit the big man and lose his head! ”

Onlookers shook their heads.

"My son is dying! Don't care about losing your head! ”

As he spoke, he ran forward, and the Witch Doctor's guard quickly stopped him with his sword.

"Your Excellency, Your Excellency! Can you let the Holy Doctor see my son's illness? My son really can't wait any longer! ”

He was stopped and could not come forward, so he had to wave his hands and shout loudly.

Zheng Xize heard the noisy sound and squinted his eyes and looked over.

"Patriarch, what is this?"