Chapter 41: Fortunately, Her Life Is Great!
She is good at physics, and naturally understands how terrifying her weight will be when she falls from a height of more than 2,000 meters, even an elephant can smash it to pieces. was actually dissolved by someone lightly, how strong is that person's kung fu?!
The shadow of the palace master flashed in her mindβ
"Luzhu, is the Wind Back Palace Master particularly high in kung fu?"
Lu Zhu shook his head: "I don't know this slave, but I heard that this palace master is the new palace master of Jiuxiao Palace this year, and no one has ever seen him perform kung fu, so no one should know the depth of his kung fu." β
"No one is going to try him?"
Lu Zhu was taken aback: "Which one dares to try?!" "Tell Xiao Qingti about the rumors about the palace master of the Nine Heavens Palace on the Five Colors Continent.
That sick seedling is so powerful? It's a myth......
"Is there a guard or anything around him?"
Lu Zhu groaned slightly: "There should be, when the palace master came, I heard that there were two waiters around him, and then I couldn't see the shadow." But he should still be a secret guard by his side. I heard that there are six Dharma protectors in the Nine Heavens Palace, and the eight attendants are extremely powerful, each of them is the top master of the Five Colors Continent, even if it is a royal family, they can't invite it......"
That's it, maybe it was the secret guard next to him who threw her into the lake with skillful force......
"What's the name of this Wind Return Palace Master?"
Lu Zhu was startled, looked at both sides, and confirmed that there was no one, so he breathed a sigh of relief: "The holy woman must not ask like this in front of people, no one knows the honorific title of the palace master, and no one dares to call him, just call him the palace master, and he is the only one who deserves this title in the Five Colors Continent......"
"That sick seedling is so good?" It's a god......
Lu Zhu was so frightened that he fell to his knees: "Holy Maiden, you must not be so disrespectful to the palace master, it will be a great disaster if you are heard." β
Xiao Qingti pulled her up, and smiled indifferently: "Don't worry, you and I here, no one else will hear it, and no one else has such long ears, and it's not a dog ......."
Lu Zhu hurriedly said: "The slave and maid will never betray the holy maid...... she lowered her eyes slightly: "The life of the slave and maid is left by the saint, and from now on, the slave and maid will only be loyal to the saint." Her voice was not high, but her tone was very firm.
"Heh......" A chuckle suddenly came from outside the door, ethereal, vague, and almost far away.
Lu Zhu's face changed greatly, and he rushed over and opened the door with an arrow step, the breeze outside the door was clear, the flowers and trees were sparse, and the other maids were standing guard near the gate of the courtyard, and they couldn't see anything abnormal.
"But who's coming in?" Midoriku asked.
All the maids shook their heads, and one of them smiled and said, "Sister Luzhu, don't worry." The crown prince values the saint, and there is a team of silver-armored soldiers patrolling and guarding outside the door, not to mention that even flies can't sneak in. β
Luzhu was shocked, but there was no way, so he went back to the house to report to Xiao Qingti.
Xiao Qingti didn't care. In this era, there is no tape recorder, so what if what she says is heard?
She can't admit it, and others can't do it.
However, the eavesdropping person was really not simple, and he could escape her ears without a sound.
She is a thief, her ears are naturally extremely sensitive, and she is born with a super sixth sense, and almost no one can get close to her within ten feet without letting her know.
Even the handsome exorcist who was said to have the ability to penetrate the heavens and the earth, was immediately discovered by her when he was close to her stealthily before he was even ten feet away-
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The shade is like a cover
Stone table, chessboard player.
On the chessboard, the black and white sons are fighting fiercely, and the iron horse is Jingo, silently glued.
And there is only one chess player, and his wide robe drags the ground, like a lake. The master of the Fenghui Palace lazily held his cheeks with one hand, and played chess with himself with the other hand.