Feng Luo was accustomed to a calm and breezy look, and a crack appeared.

He finally collected his expression and said in disbelief, "You...... What did you say? ”

In the minds of the people, Qin Tianjian is a god-like existence.

The status is transcendent, and there is no need to salute when you see the emperor.

It is a place where countless kings, grandsons, and noble daughters also want to come to the place.

How do you feel that in this little girl's mouth, it seems to be a hot potato?

Su Ruotang blinked: "I'm old and my ears are not good, you can go to Xinglin Pharmacy to find Dr. Changfeng to take a look." ”

As she spoke, she glanced at the shabby robe on Changfeng's body, and kindly added, "Don't worry, Doctor Changfeng's fees are very low." ”

Fonlo: "......"

Is it a problem of old age and bad ears?

It's obvious that she deliberately pretended not to understand!

What does it mean to have a low fee?

Worried about him defaulting on his debts?

A shallow smile crossed Mo Yingyan's eyes, and he pulled the slender fingers of the third princess to play, and Yun Qingfeng lightly mended the knife, "Your tea is too unpalatable." ”

Feng Luo blew his beard and glared at him angrily: "Do you know how many people want to learn Qin Tianjian's Xuanmen magic technique?" ”

Mo Yingyan lowered his eyes and looked at the round nails of the three princesses, as if the attraction of Qin Tianjian's Xuanmen magic technique to him was not as big as the hands of the three princesses.

His thin lips opened lightly and continued to mend the knife, "I don't know." ”

"There are many people queuing up for dinner in Linqinju?"

Fonlo: "!! ”

These two people are here to anger him, right?

His Dao heart, which had been peaceful for decades, was almost ruined by these two people.

Taking a deep breath, Feng Luomo recited the Heart Purification Mantra several times, calmed his Dao heart, and continued to flicker......

No, he continued to persuade: "The occult art is really mysterious, more subtle than the Gu technique. ”

Su Ruotang's long eyelashes trembled slightly.

Sensing Su Ruotang's subtle movements, Feng Luo's eyes lit up, "This black line around the Ziwei Emperor Star is related to Gu art. ”

Su Ruotang's long eyelashes trembled violently, and he raised his eyes to look at Feng Luo fixedly, "What Elder Feng means is that Su Muyao is the one who will harm Ah Yan." ”

Feng Luo stroked his long beard with an unfathomable face: "The Buddha said, don't say it." ”

Su Ruotang was angry.

She rolled her eyes: "Occultism is Taoist, right?" Have a relationship with Buddhism with half a copper plate? ”

Feng Luo's tone was slow and reasonable: "Dao Buddha is not separated. ”

Su Ruotang: "......"

When Shakyamuni and Lao Tzu know, they will knock open the coffin board and have a good late-night conversation with you.

Mo Yingyan raised his eyebrows slightly: "What are the benefits of learning occult arts?" ”

Feng Luo looked at him deeply: "Is your last year on the battlefield a lot more difficult?" ”

Mo Yingyan's eyes became cold, and his voice was as if he had been soaked in frost, "Elder Feng means ......"

Feng Luo nodded: "Yes, that's because your life is gradually being replaced. ”

"Can the life grid really be replaced?" Su Ruotang's pretty little face was full of shock.

In her previous life, she had indeed heard that some ancient families in China would have the matter of replacing their lives.

But she felt that it was all a lie.

In the new century of advocating science, ghosts and gods are all imaginary.

Mo Yingyan's eyes sank: "What does Elder Feng mean is that in addition to the people of Qin Tianjian, there are also people who know occult arts?" ”

A trace of confusion crossed Fengluo's eyebrows, and it was fleeting, "The old man is not sure. ”

"In Qin Tianjian, there is only one old man who knows occult arts."

Su Ruotang's eyebrows tightened: "If you change your life, what will happen to Ah Yan?" ”

Feng Luo said in a deep voice: "At least you will have many disasters and difficulties, and at worst you will die innocently. ”

Hiss!

Su Ruotang gasped: "So Ah Yan is cold and poisonous, and he devours his heart, all because his life has been changed?" ”

Feng Luo reluctantly spoke: "Poisoning and Zhong Gu, that's a man-made disaster, and it has nothing to do with fate." ”

"But if you don't remove the occult on him soon, he'll have to finish playing sooner or later."

"It's still a lot of disasters and difficulties."

Su Ruotang: "......"

Why is this so similar to what the charlatan said?

Mo Yingyan: "......"

My father spends a lot of money every year to raise it, are you sure it's really not a god?

Feng Luo looked at the two of them with strange expressions, and threw out the ultimate killer feature, "And you, little girl, your life has been replaced early." ”

"Although you are from another world's soul, but your life is changed, your soul will gradually become unstable, and the final result is not better than his."

When Mo Yingyan heard this, a chill suddenly appeared between his eyebrows, and his eyes were light and cold.

At this moment, the gentle and elegant noble son instantly turned into a god who dominated everything in the mountains and snowy regions.

His clear voice was like a cold jade that had fallen into the ice of ten thousand years, "What you said is true. ”

"The old man calculated, ten years ago, the soul that lived in this body began to suffer many disasters, and finally died of incense." Fonlo spoke slowly:

"And the one who replaced her personality enjoyed the glory and wealth on her behalf."

"Until the little girl's soul arrives, the fortune of the life grid has not continued to lose for the time being."

"But it won't be long before the life personality continues to drain."

Su Ruotang's eyes were cold, and word by word overflowed, "Su Muyao." ”

If it's really a life that has been changed.

That would explain why after the death of the original owner's mother, the brothers and fathers of the original owner would ignore the original owner, whom they loved in every way.

Instead, he held Su Muyao in the palm of his hand.

Mo Yingyan's eyes were cold and warm: "How to solve the technique?" ”