Yan Jiu privately messaged the person who shot the video.

Ask where the place is.

The private message didn't take two seconds.

Yan Jiu received a reply.

But the respondents were clearly emotional.

[Jiujiu, am I going to ga!? 555 I live so big and I haven't touched a man's hand yet, I don't want to ga! 】

Yan Jiu then went to look at the account ID, flipped through the release page, and found that it was Huo Xi'er.

She couldn't stop crying or laughing.

Tell the other person it's okay.

It's just that she's curious about where to shoot.

Soon.

Hossier's calm down comment was sent.

Yan Jiu looked at the campus scenery of Qing University.

This birch forest is clear?

It seems that whether she needs to study further or not, she needs to go to Qingdao University.

Think about academic qualifications.

Yan Jiu had a good reason to roll up the peace talisman prepared for Lang Zongyi and go straight to the special bureau.

Soon after.

Yan Jiu looked at the personnel on duty in the Special Bureau, and said in surprise: "He is not here?" ”

She learned from the staff on duty that even if it was a holiday, Lang Zongyi rarely took a vacation.

Lang Zongyi was not in the special bureau, which really made Yan Jiu stand in the snow and be confused for a while.

Yan Jiu took out a stack of playing cards: "Whether you can find senior brother or not, it's up to you to pounce." ”

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Yan Jiu didn't count Lang Zongyi.

Instead, he wittily chose the method of elimination, using Lang Zongyi's name as a medium, and where he couldn't count, he would go wherever he went.

At last.

Yan Jiu came to the bottom of a mountain.

She looked at the not very high mountain, thinking about Lang Zongyi when he was not in the temple at the top of the mountain and hesitated to climb the mountain.

A little monk quietly appeared.

"The little monk Guan Yan has a fate with my Buddha, I don't know if I would like to go up the mountain to have a look?"

Yan Jiu was slightly stunned.

Did the monks and nuns in front of her count her name?

O Master!

After seeing the appearance of the monk and nun boy.

Yan Jiu inexplicably felt a little familiar.

She was just about to make a fortune.

The monks and nuns clasped their hands together: "The little monk was enlightened by the donor before taking refuge in my Buddha, and now there is now, and the little monk is now called Mingjing." ”

He is the boy who hates the racing driver Zhao Gan, because of Yan Jiu, he learned to really let go.

Yan Jiu shook his head, without taking credit: "It's the little master Mingjing's own creation." ”

Mingjing shook his head with a smile, he held the rosary, and motioned for Yan Jiu to go first: "Master Yan, please." ”

When Yan Jiu sat on the cable car up the mountain, she was still a little dazed, she knew that she didn't have to climb the mountain, what did she hesitate.

Spiegel said: "The little monk Guan Yan is a little anxious, I don't know if there is a little monk who can help?" ”

Yan Jiu thought for a moment.

I found it a little hard to speak.

It's not that she is thin-skinned, but she realizes that her rogue behavior at that time really affected Lang Zongyi.

Lang Zongyi has no memory of when he was her senior brother, and he can bear not beating her, he is a gentleman of Lang Zongyi.

Yan Jiu inexplicably hoped that Lang Zongyi would beat her out of anger, and she thought so and said so.

Spiegel: "......"

He took Yan Jiu to a thousand-year-old Bodhi tree.

The wind blows the leaves.

Rustling in the snow.

Spiegel sighed: "Amitabha, the little monk can't solve the benefactor's doubts, so let the people under Bodhi tell the donor." ”

Yan Jiu saw the people under the tree at a glance.

Lang Zongyi was carving something with his eyes down.

The faint light fell on his face, and he briefly let go of the burden on his shoulders, and had a few more years of peace.

Aware of the intense gaze.

Lang Zongyi raised his eyes: "Happy holidays." ”

Yan Jiu didn't know what she should use to describe Lang Zongyi, like a fool who used the most stupid method, digging out all her emotions just to solve all the emotions that came to her head.

Her eyes were sour.

What happened to Lang Zongyi.

It wasn't what she wanted to see.

Just when Yan Jiu wanted to say something.

Lang Zongyi took the lead and said: "I just saw your information, the Qingda White Birch Forest does hide secrets, and the first game of this year's competition between the Xuanmen and the Special Bureau is to crack it." ”

He got up from the futon, and the Bodhi dice, as white as jade and snow, jumped in the palm of his hand.

Lang Zongyi smiled: "Holiday gifts." ”

He pretended to hand the dice to Yan Jiu unintentionally, and pretended to look at the person in front of him indifferently.

Maybe.

Only he knew how loud his heart was beating.

Yan Jiu saw that Lang Zongyi was back to normal.

She suppressed the amiss, carefully took the Bodhi dice, and handed over the talisman paper drawn with most of her aura.

The mountain is lit up.

The linden tree is covered with red silk.

You don't have to think about it to know how lively it is at the bottom of the mountain.

Lang Zongyi, who received the return gift, clenched the peace charm, and he felt for the first time that the excitement could also be related to him.

Because of his fate, he is used to avoiding the people around him, even if it is his family, he still rarely comes close.

Someone broke into his world impartially, causing a cheer in his chest.

Yan Jiu still wanted to say something to someone.

Lang Zong diverted the topic and tried every means to get Yan Jiu to leave: "There is a task. ”

Yan Jiu immediately said: "Leave it to me!" ”

She didn't wait for Lang Zongyi to say what the task was, she happily took it, and said that it would be completed perfectly.

After Lang Zongyi saw Yan Jiu leave, he breathed a sigh of relief and unloaded all the strong supports.

He looked at his palm.

I shook it with some kind of determination.

"Donor, think twice."

Ming Spiegel followed an elderly monk, he couldn't see what the relationship between Yan Jiu and Lang Zongyi was, but he knew that if something happened to Lang Zongyi, Yan Jiu would definitely go crazy.

Lang Zongyi only said: "Master Wuzhen." ”

Remorse rose on the face of the innocent old man.

He shouldn't have spent the rest of his life divination to make hexagrams in order to atone for his brother's thoughts.

Heavenly secrets must not be revealed.

Those who try to peep into the heavenly machine must have suffered serious damage, and he has seen a trace of results with his life.

The metaphysical world will usher in a new life, but with the new life comes the catastrophe of the metaphysical world, and I really see that Yan Jiu is the savior and the destroyer.

Lang Zongyi is Yan Jiu's love robbery.

If there is no Lang Zongyi.

Yan Jiu will go further.

If there is Lang Zongyi.

Only one can live between the two.

Master Wuzhen's lips were bloodless white, he held the Buddha beads, and rarely hoped that he was wrong: "Amitabha, maybe the old man miscalculated." ”

Compared with Wunian, who is admired by thousands of people and doesn't know whether it is good or evil, Lang Zongyi trusts Wuzhen more and trusts this Wuzhen master who doesn't care about his own life.

When Yan Jiu put on the tutor uniform of the Psychic Academy, Lang Zongyi already knew that the other party could not be affected by the darkness.

Combined with Huanyun Mountain, it gradually subsided.

Then.

He had a guess in his heart.

Now coupled with the hexagram of the Master of Truthlessness, he has to think in the most unlikely place.

A person who has the life to save and destroy the world at the same time must first have that strength.

Ages.

In addition to the fallen Supreme God, the one who has this strength is the Asura King who was sealed by the Supreme God.

Yan Jiu's unique character, it is difficult for Lang Zongyi not to think about the latter.

Wuzhen sighed: "Lao Qu's ability is limited, I can't count whether she is the reincarnation of the Asura King or the reincarnation of the Supreme God, we have to plan for the worst." ”

The king of the asuras is evil in his own right, and once he is in this world, he will only create more obstacles.

But Lang Zongyi did not label Yan Jiu as a × because he might be the king of Asura.

The Asura are the Asura tribe.

As long as Yan Jiu did not stain the blood of innocent people with his hands, even if the Asura clan was a sin created by the Asura King, this sin did not have to be repaid with Yan Jiu's life.

Wuzhen held up his body and persuaded him at any time: "The old man sees the darkness watching from the side, if something happens to the special bureau, it will be difficult for the old man to apologize for his death." ”

Lang Zongyi shook his head.

All day, he imagined.

If it is really time for reckoning, it is really time to determine that Yan Jiu is the king of Asura.

He is willing to use his life to repay those karma for Yan Jiu, and to give justice to the innocent who died at the hands of the Asura clan.

But everything is speculation.