"I found out that she has managed the fish country in an orderly manner, and it stands to reason that she shouldn't be so careless about this matter, but now she is the shopkeeper, isn't she afraid that the evil dragon will keep killing her people?"

When Song Xiuyu heard this, he was noncommittal, hesitated for a while and said, "My task is to help Mrs. Sang find true love, what do you think?" ”

"Huh?" Fang Chi was stunned, there is still such a task?

"True love? There are four of them today, and it is estimated that there are still a lot of them in her harem, where to find true love for her. Compared to you, my mission is quite clear, and I should kill the dragon to complete it. ”

Song Xiuyu was also very puzzled, he knew that the task was strange, and he was also prepared for the bloody rain in front of him, but he was really inexperienced when he asked him to find true love for others.

The monk with the ancient Taoist name was impassionedly expressing his opinions, and at a young age he had the skills of the old monk chanting scriptures, and he was a little expert in hypnosis, and none of the people below listened to him seriously, until he slammed the Zen staff on the ground and made a loud noise, and no one paid attention to him.

"Amitabha, you only need to introduce the evil dragon into the formation I have arranged, and I will overtake it." After speaking, without waiting for their response, he left angrily with a Zen cane.

"You say, can that monk really surpass the evil dragon?" On the way back, Fang Chi asked Song Xiuyu.

Although this monk seems to be quite powerful, can the task really be so easy to complete?

"It's hard to say, the higher the ladder goes, the more difficult it becomes, and it stands to reason that the task on the first level will not be too difficult."

Song Xiuyu didn't know, he had been asleep for nearly 10,000 years, and his own race had also been hidden in the world during these 10,000 years, and no clansman had ever stepped into the divine ladder to bring the news out, compared to other races, what they knew was only the tip of the iceberg.

And he was in too much of a hurry to enter the divine ladder......

The name of the Holy Maiden of the Wu Clan is familiar, but it is not the one I am familiar with.

The bald monk is a bit like a Buddhist clansman, and it is rumored that the children of Buddhism are all good-looking people, I don't know how this monk is.

Looks like we're looking for an opportunity to find out what's going on.

……

At night, in Mrs. Sang's bedroom—

The room was full of spring, and in the midst of the curtains, Mrs. Sang was calm under the service of a beautiful male pet.

Ding——

There was an inaudible sound of bells in the room, and when Mrs. Sang heard this, she stepped back from the male pet who was wiping her body and looked at the figure behind the screen.

"You're here."

Behind the screen came a man, smiling but not reaching the bottom of his eyes, as if he had not seen Mrs. Sang pacing to the bed and sitting down, stretching out his slender fingers to lift her chin.

Mrs. Sang also smiled and did not avoid it.

"How's it going, and how much more do you need?" The man asked casually, his other hand running across her cheek and pressing her bright red lips, but there was no lust in his eyes.

Mrs. Sang wrapped her arms around the man's neck affectionately, and said with some joy: "There is still one last little bit left, if we can succeed this time, we can go to the next floor together!" ”

"Very good.

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The Holy Maiden of the Wu Clan snorted coldly after hearing about this from the old man who accompanied her, disdainful of letting this filthy defile her mouth, her task is to wake up the king of the fish country, and then she will have the suffering of the enchantress.

"Have you ever found out the cause of the king's illness?" The witch saint's eyes swept faintly into the shadows.

"The subordinates are incompetent, and the king's surroundings are covered with dark whistles, and they cannot be approached!" In the shadows was a bandaged figure, who replied respectfully to the saint with a hoarse voice.

After hearing this, the holy maiden of the witch clan had a cold expression, and the hand under the wide long sleeves moved slightly, and the person's body was instantly corroded and scarred by something, but even so he didn't scream. He could tell the difference between death and momentary pain.

"Rubbish! What do you want, you can't even do this little thing! ”

The man did not dare to say anything, and stood in the shadows with severe pain all over his body, waiting for the saint to fall.

After a while, the old woman standing beside the saint waved her hand at the man, signaling that he could go, and the black shadow nodded gratefully at her, and the figure disappeared into the darkness.

After the witch saint saw the man leave, the expression on her face was a little tense, she pinched her sleeves and looked at the old woman uneasily, "Ah Hu, there won't be any accidents, right......?"

The old woman gently stroked her back and comforted: "The first layer is not too difficult, and with the strength of the saint, you don't have to worry too much." ”

The witch saintess's originally somewhat flustered heart gradually calmed down under the comfort of the old woman, she is a saint who inherits the blood of the witch, even those who are not as good as her can bring things back, she can naturally too!

"Then ask Ah Weng to go and investigate again tonight." The holy woman regained her previous appearance of ice and jade, and held the old woman's hand with both hands and commanded.

The old woman slowly withdrew her hand, a little hesitant. "But the saint needs someone to guard her side, what if something happens to me this time."

Hearing this, the Wu Clan's holy maiden's eyes flashed with impatience, "Isn't that waste there, let him stay in my room tonight." ”

The old woman opened her mouth, but the words of persuasion were still not spoken, just that, there were guards, and she would leave for one night, presumably nothing would happen.

"Yes."

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Bang!

Song Xiuyu and Fang Chi in the room.

A dark shadow fell from the darkness at his feet, tightly wrapped in black bandages, revealing only a pair of dark eyes, he lowered his eyes to wipe the blood from the corners of his mouth, and did not resist.

"What is this?" Fang Chi sat on the stool in the room, looking at this black shadow that appeared out of thin air with some puzzlement, could it be that they were being watched?

"The men of the witch saint." Song Xiuyu explained.

"I just wanted to ask you some questions, don't worry, I won't embarrass you too much." The index finger of one of his hands turned into a claw, as if it was unintentionally dangling in front of the dark shadow's eyes.

I've been asleep for too long, and I can't get back to my prime, but it doesn't take much effort to handle a small guard.

"What about the Holy Maiden of Qin Yao? As far as I know, the Holy Maiden of the Wu Clan will not be replaced so easily. "It's been 10,000 years since I was gone, and I don't know how she is now, will she become so weak that even the position of the saint has been taken away?

"Disappeared thousands of years ago." As the personal guard of the Wu Clan's holy maiden, the black shadow did not seem to be as loyal as he should be, and he was very cooperative in the face of Song Xiuyu's questions.

Since this person can drag him out of the void, it means that he is not his opponent at all, and the so-called resistance is meaningless, it is better to cooperate superficially, and then wait for an opportunity to take revenge in the future.

"Well, tell me about the situation outside." Accustomed to being in control of the overall situation, he felt very uneasy in the face of this situation where he didn't know anything.

As for Qin Yao, heh, the scourge has been left for thousands of years, and I believe she will not die so easily.