One Curtain Wind Moon Nine Heavens

Chapter 648

After the discussion, the two cubs fled away in an instant.It was still black mist, as if it was from the ancestors of Montenegro.

"Little foundation building, unexpectedly has such power. Your Highness, what evil spells have they learned? Why don't Beijing and Yuehua remind you?" Qinghe stared at the light screen, frowning enough to kill mosquitoes.

She was on duty at His Highness before, and at the same time kept an eye on the movements in the hall.As soon as the waiter left, he came in, and together with Yuan Zhao admired the two cubs' frantic plan to kill their father.

"They are puppets, right and wrong are judged by the standards I set, and they never force others to change their own will." Yuan Zhao was very helpless, "And this brother and sister have strong subjective consciousness, how can they be easily persuaded?"

In the final analysis, Beijing and Yuehua have no understanding of human nature, and they are used to being happy with the situation.

If it was an ordinary parent, if they found out that their child was practicing magic, they would have made a fuss long ago.At that time, the cause of death of Beijing and Yuehua would not be saving the baby, but more likely to die directly at the hands of these two black-hearted cubs.

Qinghe: "..." It is indeed possible.

As for the two cubs going to kill Tang Long, Yuan Zhao was delighted to hear it.The three brothers and sisters of the Tang family are not good enemies at all, and if they are captured by this pair of little brothers and sisters, it will be regarded as evil and evil. I believe that Lin Shu and the villagers of Shituo Village will be very happy to hear the news.

But the scourge has been around for thousands of years, and the ones who are easily killed are cannon fodder. How can Tang Long be cannon fodder if he can get along until now?His own sister is also the woman of the young master of Xuanji Pavilion, the Tang family suffered a disaster, for the sake of face, Xuanji Pavilion will definitely not sit idly by.

Therefore, Beijing and Yuehua cannot avoid the grievances and hatreds of this family.Since it cannot be changed, there is no need to worry about it all day long.

"Your Highness, why don't you ask them how our Baidi City will develop in the future?" Thinking of this suddenly, Qing He felt deeply regretful.

And what about the future of Your Highness?Have you ever been majestic and respected by the world?
"Don't ask," Yuan Zhao removed the light screen, "I don't want to know."

Unpredictable prophets have no profound meaning except to increase troubles.

Big things can’t be changed, and if you insist on changing, you don’t know how much you will face; whether you change small things is irrelevant, so what’s the benefit if you know it or not?It's better to walk and watch, come and be open and at ease.

"Your Highness is worried about Beijing and Yuehua?" Qinghe asked when she saw that her expression was different.

Yuan Zhao sighed, stepped down from his seat, and walked slowly outside the hall, "I have tempered my bones and refined my soul for many lifetimes, causing my relatives to be indifferent, and I have nothing to worry about in my journey of cultivation. But I am not the heart of grass and trees, and I regard puppets as children and disciples. Average treatment..."

This is wrong, whether it is the relationship between a man and a woman or a family relationship, the more emotions you give, the more you will be tied, and sooner or later she will be doomed.

"Your Highness is worrying too much," Qinghe said disapprovingly, "Although this subordinate has never been a parent in this life, I also know that if you regard people as your children, how can you sit still in the face of those two murderers? You have already crushed them Dust.

Your kindness is not called kinship, it is called compassion, it is compassion for kindness, for all living beings without spirituality..."

This is a blessing for the common people, but it will indeed bring about misfortune for His Highness.In her previous life, she was the sword-forging furnace beating with compassion for the common people.Although they were lucky to get a good result, the three of them embarked on a smooth journey of self-cultivation.

However, such an opportunity does not come every time.

Speaking of this, Qing He paused, and suddenly understood the meaning of Yuan Zhao's words, "Your Highness, do you feel something in your heart?"

The monk's premonition cannot be ignored, and must be treated with caution.

"The catastrophe of life and death is impossible to guard against, so it's worth not mentioning it." It was just a momentary feeling, but now I don't care much about it.Yuan Zhao came to the edge of the cliff, stopped and looked towards the direction of the main peak, "Go and inform the Lord Chu, and tell the truth about what the two of you have said..."

She doesn't care about it, her compassion and compassion are only for her own people.

"Yes."

Qinghe suppressed the worries in his heart, and dodged to the main peak.

But Yuan Zhao had no intention of returning to the main hall, and sat directly on the rock by the cliff, the cold wind passing over his bare neck, refreshing and refreshing.

Thinking of what A Niang said to her in her dream, the devil is no different from mosquitoes.

Haha, if that's the case, she will live her life freely and freely without any hindrance... I hope she can get to that point.With a slight shake of his hand, he took out an altar of pure heart wine from the spirit ring and drank alone on the edge of the cliff.

The red medicine was brewed by myself, and the wine was as strong as fire, and after one sip, it didn't take long for the whole body to be hot.

……

That night, in a gloomy mansion in a remote city of Yuanzhou, an old woman with disheveled hair was sitting cross-legged in front of a low desk.Surrounded by long boards arranged in an orderly manner, several candles and puppets are placed on the boards.

Suddenly, two of them extinguished without wind, and at the same time, the two puppets were blown to pieces by some force.

The old woman raised her eyelids slightly to take a look, and a boy-like handyman next to her hurriedly went to check, and then came over with a wooden tray with the remains of the puppet and reported dumbly:
"North millet, Yueli."

Well?Well, the insignificant people, I don't know.The old woman stood up with a hunched body, and staggered to a large vat of clear water.Seeing this, the boy skillfully carried the puppet fragments over and poured them in quickly.

There were some foreign objects on the calm water surface, and a vortex suddenly formed, sinking all the sawdust to the bottom of the tank.

The puppet is her substitute. For Wuxiu, when the spell is broken, it will bite itself back, or the other party will counterattack the caster through the spell.The way to crack it is to find a substitute and use a puppet to avoid this catastrophe for yourself.

At the same time, when the puppet is counterattacked by the curse, it will bring the opponent's witchcraft breath over, and she will preemptively attack it.

This trick has been tried and tested, but today——

The old woman took a closer look, huh?The water surface was as calm as usual, and I couldn't see anything, so I couldn't help laughing out loud.The laughter was weak, and it seemed extremely strange in the dead and dark secret room.

"Wu Xiu? Well, he is still capable..."

Her self-cultivation has reached the peak, not to mention Lingqiu, even witches from other worlds, all of them show their true colors in her mysterious water pool.

And this one, not only broke her curse, but didn't even leave a blurred shadow in the Xuanshui pool, her cultivation is unimaginably profound.This is even better, all the witches in Lingqiu have been absorbed by her, and it is rare to have a new face.

"Tell Ming Lord, I want this witch cultivator at all costs..." The old woman's hoarse voice was eerie and terrifying, echoing in the secret room, "This person's cultivation is far above us, so I can do it for myself..."

"Yes." The boy respectfully replied, and crawled out.

And there was a strange laughter of "Jie Jie" in the secret room, "Witch repair? Wizard? Or my witch clan?" Quite capable!She couldn't help but look at her with admiration and treat her differently!
The old woman couldn't hold back her surprise, and paced up and down the room, murmuring repeatedly:
"Ah, I'm so hungry..."

……

In the early morning of the next day, the main hall on the other side of the main peak officially began to receive guests from all over the world, including reciting each person's gift list, and this step could continue until the beginning of the dinner.

Therefore, Yuan Zhao was too lazy to join in the fun, and hid in the residence with his own people.

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