Emperor Taizong's favor for the demon concubine was impressively placed in front of him, which made Sheng Ji can't help but think of Mu Huaice's doting on her, so he hurriedly gave him a "thousand miles of biography": Leaving you for less than half a day, it is like being separated for 10,000 years.

At that time, Mu Huaice had already disguised himself as an enemy's opponent, so he returned the knife that the person had cut on the nurse back then, and the whole person was condensed with a strong low pressure.

However, when he received the "Thousand Miles of Legend" from his little girl, the cold god on his face couldn't help but feel a warmth: rest assured, he will not disappoint Aji.

Seeing that the master's mood eased a little, the eye-catching Liuying hurriedly saw the stitches and reported: Qi Qi master, Li Yu has mixed into the servant team in disguise, and secretly added medicinal powder to your food.

"Keep him." Mu Huaice returned to his cold-blooded murderous appearance in an instant: "Turning around and dying so many sect disciples, it's just time to give him an explanation to Taichen Palace." ”

"Yes, the master is wise." Liuying replied respectfully.

Forbidden, Sheng Ji received the assurances of his man, and couldn't help but wonder: he cared more and more about her feelings, which was a good sign, and she had to work harder again.

Then he continued to walk inside with Xiao Zen, stopping at the pond in the southeast corner.

I saw that in the forbidden land that was much deserted, this pond was still crystal clear, and there was a huge red lotus floating on the huge level, which was blooming, and I could vaguely feel that each red lotus petal was flowing with rich spiritual power.

"The water in this pond should be connected to the spiritual canal outside." Xiao Zen inferred.

"Not bad." Sheng Ji thought of the water outlet he saw at the bottom of the Ling Canal, "Calculating the location, this is indeed the place." ”

However, just as the two of them wanted to step forward to investigate further, an invisible barrier was formed around the pond, which bounced them away several meters away, and they couldn't get close at all

Thinking that there are traces of seals at the outlet under this pond, and then looking at all the strange things in this lotus pond, it seems that it is not strange.

The source of the Sanskrit sound was not here, and the two of them went to the palace to investigate.

Xiao Zen couldn't help but sigh, "The layout of this palace is exactly the same as on the Book of Death!" ”

As she spoke, she somehow was attracted by a leaf on the old locust tree next to her, and followed it all the way to a dry well.

The dry well seems to be the same, but Xiao Zen and the ghost three links have practiced the art of Qimen Dunjia, and they can see at a glance that there is a spell on this dry well.

"Hey, it's strange that the spell still has mana after being abandoned here for so long." Xiao Chan turned his head and greeted: "Sister Aji, come and ......"

However, there was nothing around her.

I don't know when the peak season is, I have come to the viewing pavilion on the second floor of the "Lotus Palace".

This viewing pavilion is in a high place, and it is even more exposed to the wind and sun, and it is not broken to the ground.

Surprisingly, however, there was a painting hanging on the screen, and it was intact.

The painting seems to be a handsome and elegant man, dressed in a light gray robe, simple but atmospheric. But no matter how she looked at the season, she couldn't see his face clearly, and she felt that this person was very familiar and close.

Her fingertips tried to touch the face of the person in the painting, but at the moment of contact, the painting turned into a beam of light that drilled into her mind, and she fell to the ground unconscious in an instant.

As for Xiao Zen, he originally wanted to go to the peak season first, but he was always surrounded by the leaves, and then the leaves flew to the spell of the dry well, indicating obviously.

"You want me to tear this spell off?"

The leaves didn't wrap around as before, which seems to be a tacit acquiescence.

"But I don't know who is sealed in this dry well?"

Xiao Zen hesitated to bring her hand closer to the spell, but before her hand could touch it, it suddenly disappeared.

Disappeared along with the leaf.

Immediately afterwards, Xiao Chan only felt that the "Book of Death" was about to open a new realm, and she didn't care about going to find the peak season to meet, so she sat down on the spot and entered the cultivation state.

At the scene of the competition, Mu Huaice somehow felt a little uneasy in his heart today.

Maybe it's because the little girl didn't reply after receiving his "Thousand Miles Message", so he was always not at ease.

So he sent out a new "Thousand Miles Message", but unfortunately he didn't receive a response from her for a long time. Seeing this, he asked Biying about it "thousands of miles away", but Biying seemed to have disappeared.

"Come back with me."

Mu Huaice couldn't sit still, ignoring Fu Junlan's inquiry, got up and called Shangliuying to prepare to go back.

At this moment, Fu Junru came in a pink fairy dress with a bow, "Now at halftime, this princess will sing a song to help the seventh brother fulfill the friendship of the landlord." ”

Everyone: "......"

I thought that it was already torture to compete with an opponent in the scorching sun, but who would have thought that this princess Junru would come to sing? Kill him......

"Don't go!"

Seeing that many people at the scene left the table one after another, Fu Junru couldn't help but order strongly, especially in the face of Mu Huaice's actions, he was even more aggrieved: "Even Brother Huaice doesn't like Junru's songs?" ”

Fu Junlan said in her heart: This question is a bit delicate. said that he liked it, but in fact, Mu Huaice couldn't hear anything, and if he said he didn't like it, this little princess would definitely lose her temper.

Fortunately, in addition to dealing with the enemy, Mu Huaice has always been easy to speak, he first raised his hand to signal Fu Junru "Princess please", and then turned sideways to explain to Liuying: "You go first, and I will arrive later." ”

"Yes." The Shadow then hurried back.

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In the prime of the coma, the soul seems to wander to a prairie and attach itself to a woman.

Sitting opposite was a man in a light gray robe, who could also see his face clearly, and then his gaze fell on his cuffs, "Broken." Is there anything else in your bag? Change the set. ”

The man lowered his head and grabbed his sleeve and looked at it, "Well, it's a little worn...... paused and said: "The ones in my Qiankun bag are also broken, and I don't have to change them, what should I do?" The tone was miserable.

"Not really, right?"

"Sheng Ji" was not easily fooled, and questioned: "Your Taoism is so profound, don't you even have the money to buy a decent dress?" ”

The man hurriedly sat up, "I don't believe you see for yourself." Then, he threw the Qiankun bag to her, "I brought three sets of clothes when I went out, and seeing that in the past few months, there is naturally no presentability." ”

"Sheng Ji" saw that he was like this, so he didn't raise the bar anymore. She pulled out the sewing needle and silver thread from her pouch and spread her hand to him, "Give it to me." ”

This woman said this with confidence. Unlike growing up with a golden spoon in the middle of the season, the ten fingers do not touch the spring water. This woman seems to have sewn and mended for someone before, and the needlework is handy.

The man took off his coat and handed it to her obediently, "I'm tired." ”

"Sheng Ji" reached out to take it, spread out his clothes, found the broken cuffs and compared them slightly, and began to fly the needle.

Every action is as if the peak season has been experienced by himself.

Including the man lying on the lawn, looking at her from the bottom up by the moonlight.

But at the moment, "Sheng Ji" didn't pay much attention to men, and from her memory, Sheng Ji vaguely saw another picture, as if it was this woman's previous life.

In the thatched hut, which was not spacious enough but full of warmth, a burly man was sick in bed, and she sat quietly on the edge of the bed with her, bowing her head and sewing clothes.

Sheng Ji also couldn't see the man's face clearly, but he could hear his voice: "Lady, your serious appearance is so good-looking." ”

"That's it, the husband must get better quickly, otherwise he may not know which man will be cheaper in the future." The woman said coquettishly.

However, when the peak season heard this, she was stunned—the woman's gentle and sweet voice was exactly the same as that of the hostess in the thatched hut she had been taken by the sika deer in her dream.

(End of chapter)