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Chapter 401 Going to Fight Rongji (2)
"If you let me tell the story." Shuilong didn't seem to see Shengzun's stupefied look, or she didn't care when she saw it, and said, "If you put your heart into playing the eldest grandson Rongji, you must be better than that person. "

"Personate?" Shengzun didn't wrinkle slightly, but let go again, "You mean to say that the eldest grandson Rongji is a fake."

"It depends on what aspect you are talking about." Shui Long said.

"Huh?" The Holy One didn't understand what she meant for a moment.

Shuilong explained: "If we only talk about Changsun Rongji's face and character, he is very real, and I really can't find a fake." He tapped the armrest lightly with his fingers, and looked at the saint with his side eyes, "It's like Lions of the same species, trimmed the same shape, and trained the same hunting skills, look exactly the same, but in fact they are always different individuals. I believe their movements when sleeping, reproducing, and angry are definitely different. Same."

Seeing that Shengzun did not speak, but still staring at himself with curious eyes, Shuilong said again: "Eldest Sun Rongji is a person, a person that cannot be copied, even if the superficial appearance, voice, temperament, tone of voice, etc. Everything that is observed is reproduced, but emotions and mental ways of thinking are not."

"You trust your own judgment so much?" The Holy One looked at her deeply.

Shui Long raised her eyebrows and blinked at him. She looked a bit playful in this appearance, and said meaningfully: "Beasts can always easily distinguish between a person's malice and kindness." She leaned over and said to him Seeing His Holiness sniffled and said in a low voice, "Your smell has already exposed you."

Shengzun lowered his head and sniffed at himself, his childish behavior was still elegant, he asked doubtfully, "What smell?" Then he stared suspiciously at Shui Long, "You're testing me again."

Shuilong shrugged her shoulders, as if acquiescing, what kind of demeanor do you have.It's just that her eyes are meaningful, and it makes people feel that things are not so simple.

The saint said in a low voice: "Why can you always see through my mood, but I still can't figure out what you are thinking and how sincere you are."

The snow reflected the sunlight on his face, it was as white as jade, and the black eyelashes cast a faint blue shadow. It was clearly not a beautiful handsome face, but it made people who looked at him unable to take their eyes off him. To dissolve the gloomy and melancholy in his words.

"Because you lost first." Shuilong said softly, and smiled at the saint who raised his head, without the slightest complacency of a winner, "You said it yourself, didn't you?"

Although, I clearly understand that I am also on the road to step into your footsteps, but let me maintain the position of the winner first, and see how you counterattack.

Shuilong's eyes were shining brightly, and all emotions were displayed in front of the Holy Venerable without any concealment. The gaze was too deep and emotional, but the Holy Venerable couldn't tell the truth from the fake.

The two looked at each other, and time passed quietly.

I don't know how much time passed, but the Holy One said, "Do you think that I am the eldest grandson Rongji?"

Shui Long smiled without saying a word.

Shengzun stood up, unable to hear his emotions, and said: "After all, your favorite is always Changsun Rongji, because you believe that I am him, so you test me again and again."

Shui Long looked at him, stared into his eyes, trying to see his emotions from his eyes.

It's just that the Holy One seemed to be wise this time, he lowered his eyelids and hid all his emotions under the thick eyelashes, so that Shuilong couldn't peep, and could only hear his low and elegant voice.

"Because seeing a fake eldest grandson Rongji made me even more convinced that I was real, so I took the initiative to get close to me."

"If one day, there is a grandson Rongji who is more real than me standing in front of you, will you choose him again?"

"Finish?" Shui Long waited for the Holy Venerable to stop talking before opening her mouth lightly.

Seeing that the Holy Master finally looked up, but those eyes were perfectly hidden, so calm and clear that no waves could be seen.

Shui Long took a glance, then looked away, and said to the Holy One: "Don't you think you look like a resentful woman?" Is it myself who is jealous?
Shui Long didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but she faintly found a glimmer of inspiration from the words of the Holy Master.

"Then tell me, do you just love the eldest grandson Rongji's temperament?" Shengzun asked stubbornly.

"That's right." Shui Long replied without thinking, still trying to grasp the light in her mind.

She felt that if she caught it, she would be able to know what the holy venerable's desperate entanglement was for.

Shuilong, whose main attention was elsewhere, didn't see it. The moment the Holy Lord heard her answer without thinking, he pursed his lips slightly for a moment.

Shuilong came back to her senses, and saw the figure of Shengzun flying out suddenly.

"Ahh!" With a muffled groan, a man in white was grabbed by the Holy Venerable, and his chest was completely deformed.

"Hua Yi." The Holy One called out.

The small sound spread to the entire Tinglan Courtyard, which surprised Hua Yi and Hua Er who were practicing Qinggong, and rushed to the courtyard quickly.

"Master? What's your order?" Hua Yi glanced around, sweating profusely.Why do you feel that the atmosphere is abnormal?
Sheng Zun shook his hand, the chest was smashed and deformed, and the breathless man in white was thrown towards Hua Yi.

Hua Yi quickly catches it.

The figure of the saint disappeared again, and there was another muffled snort, and another dead body was thrown towards the Huahua brothers.

Disappearing again and again—groaning—and dumping the corpses, in less than a minute, seven corpses in white or black were piled up beside the two Huahua brothers.

"It's dealt with." The holy figure stood still.

"How to deal with it?" Hua Yi asked stupidly.

This is the Feijing Valley of Feijing Qianshan. With their abilities, it is impossible to deal with it secretly, unless it is done in the yard.

The saint's eyes dimmed, "Buried, stomped, boiled, baked, eaten... do you choose one?"

"Slave will deal with it now!" Huahua and Huahua brothers said in unison.The last item, they don't even want to choose!
The two guys ran extremely fast.

The saint looked at Shuilong, and took out a golden lump half the size of a palm from his sleeve, and saw that he fiddled with it casually, and the hard lump turned into a golden mask.

He kept his eyes on Shuilong, and slowly put the golden mask on his face.

After putting it on, he whispered, "I'll go out for a while."

"Where are you going?" Shui Long felt that since he had spoken, he must have wanted to ask himself.

The venerable said: "Go and beat the eldest grandson Rongji."

"..." Shui Long blinked.

The saint turned around.

"Wait." Shuilong shouted from behind.

The Holy Lord's expression was covered by the golden mask, but judging from the suddenly shaken white snow around his body, he was definitely not in a good mood, "You don't want to?"

"If you are going to beat the eldest grandson Rongji who came to my room through the window a few days ago, I don't mind." Shuilong wrapped a plate of sweet white ice cream on the small table with a handkerchief, threw it at the holy one, and said : "I stopped you because I want to say that beating people is physical work, so bring some food before you go."

The Holy One instinctively caught the food bag and stood there dumbfounded.

Shui Long waved her hand, "Go."

The saint was silent for a few seconds, then turned and left.

(End of this chapter)