"Disciple understands."

Bai Shu nodded honestly.

The purpose of this trip was originally for the Miluo Lamp. Since he defeated Chen Jizi, the Miluo Lamp is about to be obtained.

Everything he wins is insignificant to him.

"Let's have a good time and recuperate."

Guang Hui's voice sounded again, then disappeared and never spoke again.

At this time, Cui Yuanzhou and his two men finally arrived in a hurry.

"Senior brother?" Cui Yuanzhou shouted urgently, stretched out his fingers and waved his hand in front of his eyes: "What is this?"

"It's five." Bai Shu smiled helplessly. He patted the little fat man's shoulder, raised a rainbow light, and flew away.

Cui Yuanzhou didn't know why, so he looked at Monk Huiyuan and hurriedly caught up with him.

This trip, this experience in Qingli Palace, has come to an end.

Bai Shu glanced at the golden battle platform one last time, sighed in his heart, and turned away.

The moment he turned back, in the Crystal Palace on the viewing platform, the gray-bearded old Taoist Hanxu looked at this scene with extremely complex eyes.

In the palm of the old Taoist Hanxu's hand, there is a slightly flashing message jade guide.

"Marrying Chen Youzhi?"

Old Taoist Hanxu withdrew his gaze and spoke to Yu Gui, the messenger, with an angry look on his face:

"How come I don't know about this?"

"I..." After passing the message to Yu Guili, a man's sarcastic laughter came, but there was no answer.

"Bullshit! You little bastard's bones will become weak after being blown away by a girl! Chen Youzhi? Marry that illegitimate child? Even the word 'Chen' was acquired by him only in recent years! His name was Sun Youzhi before.

Woolen cloth!"

Old Taoist Hanxu was furious and crushed the messenger jade to pieces:

"You didn't discuss such a big matter with me. If I had known this, I should have shot you into a stone!"

When Yu Guili was summoned, the man's voice stopped abruptly and was suddenly interrupted.

Bai on the side tilted his head, his face full of disbelief, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

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Two days later.

In a market, according to the time sequence of Qingli Palace, it is the time when night falls.

The black light stone carved into the shape of the sun rotated, covering up the flames, and thus, endless twilight emerged.

But in this street market, it is full of colorful lights and colorful lights.

Lotus lanterns floated in the low sky, casting a gentle halo, covering everything in a faint light.

In the market, there are countless overlapping buildings, beautiful palaces, glazed terraces and pavilions, and pearl palaces.

On the street, people carrying clothes were walking hand in hand, shoulder to shoulder, and it was very lively.

"Senior brother! Senior brother!"

Cui Yuanzhou squeezed into the crowd, waved to Bai Shu with all his strength, and said loudly:

"Come on! Otherwise you won't be able to sit down!"

"Let's go."

Bai Shu shrugged towards Monk Huiyuan, his body like a white fish, easily passing through the gaps in the crowd.

This market has a closed air circle, so you can only walk.

After the battle with Chen Jizi, Baizhu, who had just recovered from his injuries, was pulled over by the excited Cui Yuanzhou.

The little fat man said that there is a restaurant here, which tastes very good. It is the most suitable place for a banquet after cleaning up.

A quarter of an hour later, Bai Shu and the others appeared in front of a tall building, and the Shui Tribe led them in.

"What kind of festival is today?"

Bai Shu looked at the crowds of people in the hall. There were not only humane monks, but also demon cultivators.

Every seat in the high-rise building was packed, and there was no space left.

"It seems to be a big day for the water tribe."

Cui Yuanzhou shrugged, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he ran away.

What he saw was a large white jade table filled with all kinds of delicacies, but there was only one woman sitting there.

"Aunt..."

Before Cui Yuanzhou's request to share a table came out of his mouth, his voice stopped abruptly.

When Bai Zhu led the maid from the Shui Tribe with a complicated face up to him, his expression suddenly froze.

white……

The crying girl's shoulders were shaking and her eyes were red. Seeing her pitiful appearance, Baizhu couldn't help but feel sympathy in his heart.

Is this... being beaten again?

Was he beaten so hard this time?

He hesitated to speak, and just as he was about to express relief, the girl stared at him and blocked his words.

"No!"

Although her eyes were red, she kept biting down on her front hoof, turning herself into a little hamster.

The fierce girl's face was still stained with tears, but her voice was extremely evil.
Chapter completed!