Princess, be nice

Chapter 1482

And at this time the opponent's camp.

In the main tent of the Northern Zhou Dynasty, Changsun Jing returned to the camp alone, but saw a person who should not exist in this world in front of the empty tent.

"You're back."

The monk who was fiddling with the writing brush on the big case turned around with a smile when he heard the footsteps.

Ignoring the slightly stiff figure, the monk in front of him smiled like a Maitreya Buddha, always with a hint of uneasiness and kindness.

Changsun Jing's clear eyes flickered slightly, and he said calmly, "Master Xuanling?"

"Your Highness is not dazzled, it's the poor monk." Throwing away the brush in his hand, Xuan Ling stood up, still smiling and looking at Changsun Jing. In the dim tent, a monk laughed like this, really creepy feeling.

However, Changsun Jing was not afraid, his eyebrows were restrained, and he chuckled, "I didn't expect to see Master Xuanling again."

But... the tip of Changsun Jing's nose moved, and there was a rotten smell of straw floating in the tent. Could it be that the smell of rain from the big Qi next door penetrated to Bei Zhou.

Changsun Jing's state of mind is strong. If other people saw someone come back from the dead, they would probably have died of fright and thought it was a fake corpse. However, the person in front of him was still calm and calm, not at all frightened by his appearance, Xuan Ling raised his eyebrows lightly. , because he was bald, so the raised eyebrow expression fell into Changsun Jing's eyes very clearly.

Only Xuanling said quietly, "The fate between the poor monk and His Highness is not over, and we will meet each other naturally."

"Oh?" Changsun Jing responded without haste, and then asked, "Dare to ask Master, what is the reason?"

"The heavenly secret must not be leaked." Xuanling conjured a feather fan out of nowhere and shook it gently, "This time, the poor monk just wanted to warn His Highness, don't trust the villain so that you won't be taken advantage of."

Who is this villain?

Changsun Jing knew it without thinking about it.

But he didn't refute Xuan Ling's words, instead he asked, "I don't know anything about Gu, I hope Master can clarify."

"Please speak." Xuanling held a lupine fan, and when he fanned it, the cool wind generated by the swaying of the lupine fan slowly spread to Changsun Jing's body, and he also felt the smell of straw getting stronger and stronger.

There is a faint sense of decay.

Xuanling also smelled it, his fingers froze, and after a while, he returned to normal and continued as if nothing had happened.

Changsun Jing pretended he hadn't heard of it, and continued calmly, "I met Master Xuanling unexpectedly, but I don't know why Master reminded me to help everything."

"After all, there is no unreasonable help in this world, isn't there? What is the value of being alone that deserves the master's help? Please tell the master."

"If you are alone, you will give it away."

The last words were extremely generous, but after hearing Xuanling's words, he just laughed in a low voice, "Just be a poor monk and love to do good deeds."

"Helping others is a hobby of poor monks."

Hearing Xuanling's words, Changsun Jing squinted his clear eyes, his eyes were clear but deep, "If the master is not willing to tell the truth, it will be difficult for Gu to trust the master."

"Believe it or not, it's all up to you."

Xuanling's voice was quiet, and he continued slowly, "After all, the poor monk will never harm you. After all, a long time ago, the poor monk said that this world should belong to you. That's all, and if His Highness really thinks that the poor monk has selfish intentions, how can the poor monk explain it?"

Hearing Xuanling's words, Changsun Jing's eyes became more and more serious. He can get to this position, so naturally he won't believe anyone's words, including Xuanling's words.

(End of this chapter)