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Chapter 22 Zhou Gong Sends Spring

ask curiously
"What's the price?"

"For example, what is your real name, for example, who the puppet intermediary you met, for example, why did someone perform puppet magic on you, aren't you actually curious?"

In fact, Wu Shi is really not curious at all. Now, it is Zhao Meiji and the others who want to know these things the most, and he is probably one of the most indifferent group of people.

"If you don't want to say it, just go back to the dormitory, and don't come again in the future."

Inorganic bowed and said
"Thank you Mr. Hu"

Leaving without leaving a cloud, Hu Linghu was stunned. He had lived for hundreds of years, and it was the first time he had seen such a person.

However, the inorganic body has the smell of the elf royal family, and I don't know if it is a hybrid, or it was obtained from other reasons such as mating, but the fresh heart of youth cannot be eaten.

Inorganic returned to the dormitory, washed away his exhaustion, lay down on the bed, and prepared for a good night's sleep. Continuous cultivation was also tiring.

Duke Zhou is so kind, so kind, so kind.

Duke Zhou immediately said with a smile

"Yes, yes, good dreams, good dreams"

Then slowly approached, looked at Zhao Wuji and said
"I'm the patron saint of Yala, I couldn't kill you last time, where will you escape this time?"

Then he grabbed Zhao Wuji and stabbed him in the heart.

Wu Xian suddenly woke up, looking at the sun outside, and found that the water color on the small screen of the system was empty, and couldn't help but recall the rumors about the earth.
"The Duke of Zhou spit his sword, the world has no heart"

What is the origin of this patron saint of Yala? Next time I sneak into a dream to assassinate myself, will I behead directly?

Wu Xian was frightened, went to the street to buy some medicine, left a message for Feng Youyue to return to China, and set off on his way home.

Hu Linghu, who had been following Wu Zhe for a long time, also hurriedly packed up his equipment and followed Zhao Zhe on horseback. How many men were dazzled by him, and finally gave everything, including his only sincerity, just to make himself smile.

But I've never met anyone who just said goodbye, and he didn't even say goodbye, and he really went away sneakily.

If Wu Xian knew what Hu Linghu was thinking, he would definitely feel wronged.

Before going to bed yesterday, I still wanted to learn more from Professor Hu, and there were not many chances to meet a monster master who could escape the heaven-level induction.

But after waking up, I don't know why Yara's Patronus is staring at him again, and he can still hold himself and stab himself.

All day long on the road, I was pointed by the Yala people, and I didn’t dare to stop at night.

It's been hard work for Hu Linghu. On such a lonely road, it's too difficult to follow a person without being discovered by him.

Wu Linghu, who was not aware of Hu Linghu who followed behind, thought that he had only encountered the entity of the patron saint of Yala, and was so frightened that he ran away faster.

Hu Linghu in the back worked even harder.

Before you know it, you get closer and faster.Then a carbine was discovered when the sun rose in a grove.

Hu Linghu didn't know what the expression on his young girl's face was, but a heart that had not been beating wildly for hundreds of years was beating wildly, like a little girl who was secretly eating and was caught.

Inorganic rode in slowly from the sun, bright like a prince charming, Hu Linghu's head was confused, and he couldn't resolve anything.

Inorganic approached slowly like this, and then looked at the stunned girl's face, who was still facing the sun, and couldn't help but kiss her.

Hu Linghu actually hugged Wuji and kissed him back. When his lips were on his lips, Hu Linghu finally fell, and he held Wuji and refused to let go.

(End of this chapter)