Yunnan Yue, who wore a veil and prayed for the blessing of Rulai and Guanyin, did not notice that there was anyone outside the door.

Yejun, who was scolded word by word, did not enter the Daxiong Treasure Hall to confront a certain woman, nor did he ask her what Dogecoin was called and who the paranoid and crazy critic of the prince was.

Instead, he stood motionless, as if waiting for a woman to throw herself into the net, waiting for Yunnan Yue to see him with a panicked and shocked expression on her face.

Merely...... The night monarch who waited for the moon did not wait for the moon in Yunnan, but only waited for a bald old monk.

"His Royal Highness the Night King...... Why are you here? ”

The old monk is the presiding officer of Qingyun Temple, and he has had several encounters with Yejun.

When he saw the night monarch leaning against the door with a slightly unkind face, the shiny old monk was full of puzzlement.

First, I don't understand why the Night King appears in Qingyun Temple, and second, I don't understand why the Night King's eyes can wring out the gloomy water.

Could it be ...... There is no opponent of the Night King in the world, is he going to come to fight with the Bodhisattva?

Amitabha! No, you can't.

"It's cold in the mountains, and not far away is the old man's residence, if the Night King doesn't dislike it......"

"This king will wait for the concubine to be incense."

Before the old monk finished speaking, Yejun opened his mouth.

The low magnetic voice was like an ice blade, if it weren't for the old monk's cultivation of a profound qualitative enough, I am afraid that he would have been frightened by the Night Monarch's words and knelt on the ground.

"Did the prince come to incense with the princess?"

Only then did the old monk understand that the veiled woman who was scolding the Night Monarch with a fragrant mouth was the Night Princess, and he said, there are people in this world who dare to scold the Night Monarch, it turned out to be his princess.

"But the princess had already left through the side door and didn't tell the prince?"

Pointing to the side door of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, the old monk told Yejun Jue that Yunnan Yue had gone to collect medicine around the side mountain with a bamboo basket on his back.

“……”

The dark figure flashed, and the old monk only felt that the robe on his body had been lifted.

Looking at the dark figure that gradually disappeared from sight, the old host of Qingyun Temple stroked his gray beard and sighed helplessly.

"A paranoid and crazy wife, and a fragrant wife, the two are a natural match."

……

Around Qingunji Temple.

"I'm a candy, what a candy, a colorful jumping candy~~"

Yunnan Yue, who was carrying a bamboo basket on her back, bent over, humming a song while looking around for the herbs in her memory.

But after looking for a while, I didn't see a single dragon scale irise.

"Where have they gone, I remember that I was here before?"

Phew-

At this moment, a crossbow arrow flew from among the leaves, and it struck straight towards Yunnan Yue.

Under the sun, the scissors of the crossbow arrows were glowing with black gas, obviously quenched with poison, and if they were contaminated on the skin, even if they did not die, they would have to play with a large piece of carrion.

Woooo

When the first highly poisonous crossbow arrow was dodged by Yunnan Yuedodge, the second, third and fourth crossbow arrows flew one after another.

"Kill!"

The black-clothed men hiding in the grass swarmed up, raising long knives in their hands and running towards Yunnan Yue.

The black-clothed man led by him had an extremely fierce gaze, and directly slashed at Yunnan Yue's neck.

"The eldest lady died because of you, so you went down to accompany her! Rest assured, your three wild seeds will come down to you. ”

“……”

Looking at the black-clothed man in front of him, as well as the long knife that was about to fall, Yunnan Yue, who was standing in place, only frowned, and did not show a panicked expression.

Contrarily...... looked at the black-clothed killer with an expression like looking at the second fool.

"A good long-range assassin has to be close to his face, give it for nothing."