Huangba Six Realms: Traveling through the world

Chapter 722 The Temple (7)

Qing Xia glanced at Qi Yuan again, he had been on a very difficult and painful path to find a wife for so many years, this originally gentle and elegant man had become heavy and painful.

Seeing Mu Jiu and Feng Zhuoxi holding hands, Qing Xia couldn't help but want to laugh.

He has always known that Mu Jiu can do whatever he wants, but he never thought that Mu Jiu would do it so thoroughly. If he maintains this posture and pulls Feng Zhuoxi into the room together, the Great Elder might be so angry that this little son will be bearded. Messy.

Qing Xia laughed.

Mu Jiu's eyebrows raised: "What is that brat thinking?"

Qing Xia squinted her long and narrow eyes, looked at the tightly held hands of the two people in front of her, and said: "As long as I think about seeing a wonderful show in a short while, I can't help but want to laugh."

Mu Jiu thumped Qing Xia's shoulder: "I won't tell you anymore, we'll go in first, and I'll look for you later."

"Okay, I have prepared good wine there, you must not miss the appointment." Qing Xia said slowly: "Also, be careful."

Mu Jiu laughed: "I know."

Several people passed through the line of guards and walked to two huge white and exquisite gates with gold borders.

"Mu Da sees all the elders." Mu Da knelt on one knee outside the door and said to the door.

"Come in." A slightly hoarse voice sounded serious, one who is used to giving orders, his words carry absolute power, no one is allowed to refuse.

The door opened slowly and silently, the inside was radiant, and bursts of white mist filled the air. Mu Da stood up, leaving two of his men outside the door, and walked in with the other three.

Here, Feng Zhuoxi came in for the first time.

She never came here, just to attend the banquet, and of course she would not enter the first meeting room of the Presbyterian Church.

Ten men sat in a semicircle, each of them was no longer young, and each face was solemn and solemn, and the atmosphere was oppressive, as if deliberately creating a scene that was breathless.

Feng Zhuoxi looked at the ten tall people sitting on the wide red chairs, and for some reason, the word "judgment" came to mind.

They acted as if they were facing an enemy, as if Mu Jiu had committed an unforgivable crime with her, but who knew that this matter was plainly just a marriage turmoil, but it caused such a big battles.

Feng Zhuoxi now has some doubts, whether these people in the Presbyterian Church have nothing to do every day, so they even take care of such small things.

"Do you still know how to come back?" A handsome voice sounded, following the voice, it was the person sitting on the top chair.

His eyebrows and eyes are extremely deep, and his whole face is as powerful as Michelangelo's sculpture. He looks like a middle-aged man, but the things in his eyes make people feel that he doesn't know how many years he has lived.

Feng Zhuoxi remembered, this is the Great Elder, the Great Elder who is admired by everyone in the temple.

He looks very similar to Mu Da, except that he has a small, neatly trimmed black beard on his chin, and his expression is more serious.

Mu Jiu smiled, looked up at the Great Elder sitting above, and said, "Father, I'm back."

The Great Elder's expression froze for a moment, and his eyes wavered a bit. After a while, he snorted and said, "Are you ready?"

(End of this chapter)