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Chapter 63 Doubtful Taoism [12]

The sky hadn't fully dawned yet, and Sang Qi fell asleep for a while.

She had a strange dream.

The man in the dream was covered with moisture, and his bright and soft silver hair was wet by the water, sticking wetly to his face, those ice-blue beautiful pupils looked over, and there was still a soft look on his face.

He rubbed his head with a towel, messed up his silver hair, and put the towel aside indifferently.

The hair was still wet, dripping water down the boy's face.

"...Sang..." The boy called her, his tone was calm, but his expression was a bit cute.

Sang Qi was brought back to his senses by his shout, the girl raised her head in a daze, the boy had already walked in front of him, his body was still wet, mixed with a clear fragrance.

The young man half-kneeled in front of her, gently pinching Sang Qi's ankle with his hands.

Lifting his fair face, his ice blue eyes looked at her quietly.

The girl hesitated for a moment, then gently raised her hand, which touched the boy's wet hair.

"Sangsang."

The boy spoke again, and called out to her clearly.

Under the palm is the soft hair, and the serious and focused eyes of the other party.

Sang Qi blinked slowly, she clearly understood that she was dreaming now, but the touch of her hand felt real, the person in front of her had the face of a witch Zhu, and the scene of the thunder and lightning swallowing him was still vivid in her mind.

"Are you... Wu Zhu?" the girl asked softly.

The silver-haired boy tilted his head slightly, and he curled his lips, seemingly very pleased: "Sangsang remembers me."

It turned out to be true.

Sang Qi withdrew his hand, but halfway the boy grabbed his wrist.

"Sangsang wanted to ask, why didn't I die in that thunderstorm?" Wu Zhu raised her icy blue eyes, bent her lips, showing her small canine teeth: "No, as a mortal priest, Wu Zhu Zhu is indeed dead."

Because of killing his mother, because of refining Gu, and because he turned a blind eye to everything in the village.

"Punishment is punishment, and I have something worthy of praise." Wu Zhu raised his eyes: "I exchanged my reward with Heavenly Dao, and I want to return to you."

Sang Qi opened his mouth, she wanted to refute something, but Wu Zhu straightened up slightly, and touched the girl's lips.

"Don't reject me, Sangsang." Wu Zhu bent her eyes, her beautiful and delicate face was a little sly: "I know you are lying to me."

"--I do not care."

The one who finally rushed into the thunderstorm to help him was also the liar Sang Qi in front of him.

At that moment, he didn't think about anything, but he was just regretting that the time of meeting was so late, he didn't even have time to say goodbye to the little girl.

"My current identity is the undead living in the painting." Wu Zhu said: "You guessed right, the Taoist priest in red was scattered into countless pieces and scattered throughout the Taoist temple. He was originally a Taoist disciple in white clothes. The red clothes on his body were stained red with his own blood."

Wu Zhu leaned forward, resting his forehead on Sang Qi's shoulder, and said in a muffled voice, "Your task is to find all the most important stumps of the Taoist priest in red and rebuild his body."

Sang Qi's hand that was going to be pushed away patted Wu Zhu's shoulder kindly, she restrained her strength, the expression on her face didn't change, even though such a fragrant and soft beauty took the initiative to lie in her arms.

"Thank you, Wu Zhu." Sang Qi considered his tone, cupped Wu Zhu's face, and moved close to touch the young man's lips.

The boy's ears hidden under the silver hair turned red in an instant, his ice blue eyes stared at the innocent man in front of him, and even his white neck was covered with pink in Sang Qi's sight.

Sang Qi had a smile on his face, but his mood was extremely calm.

Wu Zhu had a good impression of her because of her initiative and help, which is what she is best at.

Use this feeling to achieve your goals.

The girl casually touched Wu Zhu's face, and sincerely praised: "Wu Zhu, you are so pretty."

These words are sincere, it's a pity that such a beautiful face falls into the hands of a person who doesn't know how to pity her.

The boy stared at her for a while, then put his arms around the girl's waist and buried his head in her arms.

Sang Qi looked away, where the young man couldn't see, with a cold expression on his face.

After the dream was over, Sang Qi turned his head away. On the small bed, the silver-haired boy looked at her innocently and smiled.

Sang Qiping was lying on the bed, even though she controlled her gaze not to look sideways, she would still unconsciously glance at Wu Zhu's soft silver hair from the corner of her eye, and occasionally meet his ice blue beautiful eyes.

Wu Zhu smiled at Sang Qi with a natural face.

...and smile more beautifully.

Sang Qi sighed softly, because of his uncontrollable facial features.

But she remembered clearly that this young priest was not a natural and innocent character.

And look at what he wants to do.

……

……

At dawn the next day, Sang Qi informed Fang Xun of the clues he had learned.

After thinking about it again and again, she decided to form a team with Fang Xun and Ren Zhe, plus Chen Shen, a total of four people.

"The head and limbs of the Taoist priest in red, it's over after finding all these." Sang Qi said calmly.

Chen Shen rubbed his eyes, still a little sleepy: "Shall we split up?"

Ren Zhe smiled: "No way."

"No, no, no." Chen Shen instantly woke up from shock: "I can't act on my own, I'm so weak and they can kill me with one blow."

Sang Qi bent his lips and smiled: "Then why not—"

"Not as good as our group."

Before Sang Qi finished speaking, Ren Zhe took over the conversation first, and turned to look at Chen Shen.

Chen Shen: "?"

Ah, do we know each other well?
Ren Zhe said: "The two girls can only protect themselves, and if they bring you with them, they will be too busy to take care of themselves."

Chen Shen thought for a while, but didn't make a sound.

Fang Xun drew a map of the Taoist temple and showed it to several people: "According to the distribution of the map, there are two side halls on the left and right of the main hall. If there is no accident, these things should be in these places."

"If we split up, Sang Qi, can you?"

Before leaving, Fang Xun looked at Sang Qi worriedly.

Sang Qi waved his hand, signaling Fang Xun to rest assured: "I have the skills to help me, so there's nothing wrong with it."

Fang Xun went to the left side hall by himself, while Ren Zhe and Chen Shen went to the more dangerous main hall.

Because it was daytime, the players had no scruples for the time being, and they were all looking for clues right now.

Sang Qi went to the side hall on the right, where there was no one else. In the corner, the boy came out from the wall and raised his hand to hold the girl's hand.

Sang Qi didn't refuse, and let Wu Zhu move.

"Sangsang, I feel something, come with me." Wu Zhu hooked Gou Sangqi's palm, his icy blue pupils looked at him unblinkingly, and the slender and curled eyelashes trembled slightly. There was a crow blue in his eyes.

Sang Qi was noncommittal, and followed the boy over.

Fang Xun was wrong about one thing.

She is not alone.

(End of this chapter)