In the side hall of the Heavenly Temple, a group of followers of the Bibo Temple were resting here, and in the innermost corner of the wall to avoid the light, there were two black shadows, one large and one small, huddled there. I only heard the louder whisper in it:

"Big boss, I wanted to ask before leaving, what did you say the Holy Son did when he asked us to secretly catch some wild demon beasts? ”

Before he could finish speaking, the big boss waved his hand and interrupted impatiently, and said in a low voice:

"Shut up Hua San! We are no longer robbers, and I am not a big boss, so let me Hua Da know? Also, is that what we can question about the decision of the Holy Son? Don't say this kind of thing in the future, you must know that you are just a subordinate, if you let other people listen to it, and then reach the ears of the Holy Son, you will not have enough heads!"

The black shadow called Hua San seemed to be a little aggrieved, and he muttered that he didn't know what to say, but it was nothing more than just saying something to you. Seeing this, Hua Da couldn't help but soften his tone, and said earnestly:

"You also know that the Holy Son's favorite thing is the fighting beast, and recently I fought ten games in a row with the second son of the Fang family, Fang Izumo, but he didn't win a single one, and he was so angry that he killed all the fighting demons who lost the game. This time, I heard out of nowhere that the fighting demons in Izumo were all wild demon beasts that had been cultivated to be so powerful, so I took the opportunity to come to the Wild West Ancient Forest this time to capture a few high-potential wild demon beasts.

But this entire forest can be regarded as the sphere of influence of the Heavenly Sanctuary, and even Lord Saint Ross personally issued a statement that all the demon beasts in this ancient forest are protected by the Heavenly Sanctuary. That's why the Holy Son asked us to do it secretly, now I understand?"

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In the main hall of the Heavenly Temple, the power of the mountains and seas wrapped the two people who had just entered the hall, but after a moment's effort, the two of them sweated like pulp, and the whole person wet the ground as if it were washed. In a trance, a voice that seemed to be nine days away floated into their minds:

"Rude in front of the welcome pavilion, small punishment and big commandment, do not repeat it. ”

Then, the mountain-like coercion dissipated instantly, and the two of them took a long breath. The young man in white no longer had the impatience he had when he first came, his face was pale and restrained, he stood there without saying a word, his head bowed, but his eyes were gloomy and uncertain, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

The middle-aged strong man also had a bloodless face, but he straightened his clothes to make himself look not so embarrassed, and then he calmed down, took half a step forward, beat his chest with his right fist and lowered his head:

"Dear Lord St. Roth, we don't mean to offend you, it's just that the young master of my family is obsessed with Miss Luo Yan, and he doesn't think about tea and dinner every day, and he misses it day by day, so he is anxious to lose his sense of proportion, and I hope that my lord Haihan!"

On the large brown wood carved chair facing the main door in the hall sat the old man who cultivated flowers, that is, the St. Rose in the mouths of the two people. To be precise, it should be the Martial Saint Ross, but in the honorific titles of human beings for saints above level six, they generally ignore the profession and attach the holy word to the name to show their dignity.

Rose's index finger tapped on the wide armrest, making a thud, and then looked down at the two of them with interest, no, at the middle-aged strong man to be exact. The other party's indomitable and measured behavior and conversation aroused his interest:

"Who are you?"

Middle-aged return: "Contemptible Bibo Temple, the main seat of the Holy Flower Wujiong (jiǒng) Hall is a guest, Yan Fei." ”

Rose nodded, didn't say anything more, and continued to ask:

"Previously, the master of Wujiong Hall wrote to say that he wanted to achieve a marriage between his son Feiyang and my granddaughter Yan'er, and the two families formed an in-law, and the two halls were allied with each other. This temple has already agreed to this, I don't know why the two of you are here?"

Yan Fei, a middle-aged strong man, bowed deeply again and said loudly:

"This visit has two purposes. One of them is that I heard that your body is occasionally ill, and the Lord of my family has ordered the Holy Son to bring you some nourishing medicinal herbs, including a dose of Walker Holy Medicine Master's late-age work [Praise of Life], which should help you.

And then there is that although my Holy Son and Miss Luo Yan'er are the right people, the Holy Son is afraid that Miss will have any ideas, after all, the two have only met once, and they lack a certain amount of communication and understanding between each other. For this reason, the Holy Son wants to live in your place for some time, and I believe that with the day and night together, the young lady will definitely have a new understanding of my Holy Son, and will no longer be reluctant to respond. ”

The words are watertight. Originally, according to the original intention of Hua Wujiong, the master of Bibo Palace, he just let his son come to find out whether the rumored Rose was seriously injured by the outside world is true. But after feeling Ross's substantial coercion, Yan Fei instantly changed his tone without authorization, saying that he was sending medicine and staying in a small house, but in fact, he was using this to test the other party's confidence. If you promise them to stay, you will naturally have the opportunity to investigate again, but if you don't...... It seems that there is no need to check whether the other party is seriously injured.

However, there doesn't seem to be any stupid person who can cultivate to the sainthood, and the mist on Rose's face did not fluctuate in the slightest, but said in a very normal tone:

"It's okay to let the two of them run in with each other and communicate with each other, after all, they are both young people, and they should still have a common topic. As he spoke, he stood up with a wave of his sleeves, and walked around from behind the screen on his side, but an order came from afar:

"Luo Fu, take Hua Shengzi and Yan Keqing to the apse to settle down, and then inform the young lady to accompany Hua Shengzi from tomorrow, just say it's my order!"

"Yes, hall master!" With a crisp answer, a young man dressed as a subordinate came in from outside the door, flicked his hand towards the door, looked at the two and said a plea. Yan Fei didn't dare to slack off, you must know that not all subordinates are qualified to be remembered by the superiors, let alone a young man, maybe this task will fall on this person.

As soon as he thought of this, on the way to the guest room, Yan Fei politely set up a close relationship with him, but Hua Feiyang was a little impatient, with a gloomy face along the way, and sat on a stool when he arrived at the guest room, until Yan Fei sent Luo Fu away and closed the door, he waved his hand and laid a silent enchantment in the room, and then completely broke out:

"Yan Fei! At the door, you want me to put the overall situation first! Okay, I put up with it for the sake of my father's plan. But look at it, what did I get in exchange for forbearance? In exchange for his intensification! What kind of small punishment and big commandment, when did my playboy suffer such anger, huh?" As he spoke, he was still angry, and swept the tea bowl on the table to the ground with a shake of his hand, and then squinted at Yan Fei with his eyes.

Yan Fei didn't answer immediately, he slowly sat down opposite the tea table, poured himself a cup of tea, and waited until the flowers on the opposite side were about to become popular again, so he said unhurriedly:

"Young master, you've been tricked!"