Who is the Venerable?

It is the kind of person who can make her doubt life when a woman touches his sleeve, the kind of person who is not allowed to get close to anyone, the kind of person who likes to punish his subordinates at every turn, and the kind of person who has a pure heart and few desires and controls everything.

But the painter scratched his sleeves, picked up his body, took advantage of him, and now he still looks like a woman biting his neck, and he still dares to dislike it!

But although the Holy Venerable said that he wanted to punish him, he did not punish him at all.

In the whole world, among the Nine Realms, the only one who can still be so intact to the Holy Venerable is probably the painter.

"That...... Holy Venerable, I need help from my subordinates...... Is it? "Disaster said cautiously.

The night stared at him faintly.

Nonsense!

"Holy Honor, if there is any offense, please do not punish it."

Disaster signaled that Woe was with him, and then moved his steps very cautiously, and held down Hua Yuqiong with courage, and Woe directly grabbed Hua Yuqiong's ankle, and the two of them pulled Hua Yuqiong down and put it on the bed.

The thin and somewhat soft mass left in his arms, and somehow on the night of the sacrifice, there was some loss and reluctance in his heart.

Seeing that the night of the festival still did not speak, he thought that he was in a very bad mood, and immediately bowed to the night of the festival.

"The subordinates retired."

Matsuya glared at them.

The hidden weapon behind the deity hasn't been pulled out yet!

But Calamity and Misfortune thought that he agreed, so he quickly slipped away with oil on the soles of his feet, leaving only the painting Yuqiong, who was sleeping soundly, and the sacrificial night, who was sitting on the edge of the bed and couldn't move.

The two of them were still glad in their hearts, thanks to the painter's toss, they finally escaped.

The night of the festival has a gloomy face, and looks faintly at the place where the calamity and calamity have disappeared.

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"Dad, do you mean that wisp of Qiong'er's soul has returned?"

Painting Qi Fang was told not to go out by the old man painting, for fear of meeting Zhai Yantian's people, so he stayed in the pavilion and waited for the old man to come back. And when the old man came back, he said that he wanted to talk to him.

"Well, that's good."

The old man's calloused hand that he had worn because of his perennial martial arts practice stroked his gray beard, nodded, and looked in the direction of the Fengqi Mountain Range.

"If I'm not mistaken, Qiong'er should have returned after going to the Fengqi Mountain Range, and by coincidence, that soul returned. That soul is very strong, and after the soul returns to the body, it can still faintly detect the murderous aura, thinking that it has been countered by the body A lot of murderous aura. Before the soul returns, the intention of killing must be very heavy. ”

Hua Qi nodded, his good-looking brows were slightly locked, and he said softly: "The first time I saw her after I woke up, I felt that she was different, but she still had most of the previous familiarity."

"Well, since she came back from the Fengqi Mountain Range to the present, not only can she cultivate again, but her temperament is indeed no longer as arrogant and domineering as before, and she has a master with high strength, and her master has also given him many very precious pills. This soul is not simple! The old man said with emotion.

Hua Qi seemed to think of something, and said solemnly: "Dad, that person Yin Yin sealed that wisp of soul to the other world, how did this come back?" ”

The old man's eyes shrank, and a vague white shadow appeared in his mind.

Back then, when Hua Yuqiong was born, a person dressed in white with a face covered appeared in the Zhenguo Mansion.

He looked at the newborn baby and said to them, "This child was born with a vision, and his fate is difficult, and he will be hunted down by the powerful men in the future. ”