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There is not a single bronze goose fish lamp shining in the secluded hall, and the decoration of the splendid carved beams and paintings is also dull.

The deep temple has become a place where the sun of Pudu no longer favors. A thin and rickety shadow hides in the darkness and seems to be swaying, and only by holding on to the high throne can it not fall down and get peace in its heart. But it's still a palm's length.

The thin back belonged to a white-bearded old man wearing a black robe decorated with moire, and his long gorgeous hair dragged on the ground to spread them out wantonly.

The old man's face showed endless vicissitudes, and if every line was full of stories, then the wrinkled face was a huge work. The protruding temples of the high forehead are warning those who are interested in watching the position of the witch god that they have long surpassed the strength of the gods.

cough~~cough~~ If it weren't for these dull coughs, I would have thought he was a clay puppet. He had been standing here for a long time, from morning to evening.

"Witch God, the scholar from Dongshengzhou has already brought. "At a distance from the old man stood at some point a young man dressed in a tight suit of brown homespun. The voice was extremely respectful, without the slightest look of slackness.

"Let him in. The old man turned, his voice tired and languid, as if it were his last breath. If it weren't for the fact that the young man had been following him for years, no one would have understood what he was saying.

"Yes!" the young man withdrew. No, to be precise, he never came in with the door, and he was standing outside the palace of the witch god all the time.

With a snap, a young man covered in ink was thrown in by the flowers. The mouth was stuffed alive with a clump of tattered rags. The handsome eyebrows still show that he is a handsome young man. Now he is wriggling on the ground like a crawler, trying to find a support to help him stand up again.

There were only the two of them in the huge dark palace.

Whew~~ The old man gently blew out a breath from his mouth, and the young man who was two feet away from him, the rope that bound him suddenly turned into a pile of mud and crumbs, and fell onto the cold scarlet carpet and disappeared in an instant.

The boy was suddenly unrestrained, and immediately ran on all fours towards the bright part of the doorway. But the window door that was close at hand became farther and farther away because of his violent running.

It wasn't the wide temple door that was moving, but the red carpet under the boy's feet was rapidly retreating. When the young man was brought to the old man, the red carpet consciously listened.

"Young man, don't run, I'm just asking you a few things. The old man's voice was hoarse and low, but it was like a gentleman's words, full of faith. At this time, his several zhang trigger, like the transformation of the stars, emitted a clear light, which was brighter than the night pearl.

The young man did not lose his style, took out a plain fan from his arms, half-opened and half-closed, and waved it rapidly on his chest. The black hair hanging on the temples also couldn't help but flutter up.

"Hehe~~ I heard that your name is Wang Li, it's almost snowing season, are you really hot?" The old man waved his hand, and a Chinese-style bed appeared behind him, with a desk in the middle, on which two jasper cups had been placed, and a small teapot was cooing from the top of the hot air, but there was no trace of charcoal fire. Both ends of the couch are empty, just enough to sit. It's a bit strange to put this weird thing in the eyes of others, but in the eyes of this young man, there is nothing exciting.

"Sit down, this is a medicinal tea only available in the Herb Hunting Peak, and I am usually reluctant to drink it." The old man leaned back and sat down on the blanket of the white bear's bed.

As a junior, a teenager should not be disrespectful. He gave a salute and sat down. "Sir, what's your surname?"

"No one has called it for thousands of years, and they have almost forgotten it. There are also a few old friends who are familiar with me and call me Gazelle. ”

Smack~~ The water cup in the young man's hand fell on the brown-red desk, almost wetting his plain fan.

"Oh, have you heard of old man?"

"I've heard it, I've heard it, and I may have recognized the wrong person. The young man's ruddy lips, his deft tongue, and his white teeth like fairy shells were so twisted when he spoke.

"There are indeed a lot of people in the world who have the same name and surname, not to mention that it's just a nickname, who do you think of?"

"I don't look at it late, because... Because... He's gone. ”

"Hehe~~ To be dead is to be dead. ”

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