Back then, in order to find this red dragon horn, old man Miaokong had a strange encounter with that person. When Miaokong came back with the red dragon horn, the man was already married. Later, the man had difficulty in giving birth to a child.
After his death, Miao Kong was left with nothing but regret.
Unexpectedly, the red dragon horn was regarded as a treasure by Miaokong, but now, it was taken out to refine the Holy Spirit Pill for Shu Xiaoya, Miaokong's precious disciple.
"You seriously have a crush on this child."
Xu Huanyan looked at Miaokong with a slightly more complicated look, then glanced at Shu Xiaoya who was at a loss and didn't know what she was doing, and sighed secretly, as expected, ignorance is a blessing.
Although Shu Xiaoya didn't understand what kind of treasure this Holy Spirit Pill was, looking at Xu Huanyan's indescribable eyes and Miaokong's smug and heartbroken look, Shu Xiaoya naturally knew that the Holy Spirit Pill was absolutely extraordinary.
Pin. Now, as Xu Huanyan said, he really owed Miaokong too much.
"Master..."
The tip of her nose was a little sour, and Shu Xiaoya opened her mouth, wanting to say something.
But Miaokong looked at her with an expression as if he had seen a ghost, and then waved his hands, looking as if he was extremely distressed, "Don't be so embarrassed in front of me... That Holy Spirit Pill, if it hadn't been there in the first place,
I accidentally dropped it into your food at Huanhu Villa, who is willing to give it to you?"
"Ahem..."
Xu Huanyan and Shu Xiaoya looked at each other with black lines on their heads, and both could read the speechlessness in each other's eyes. Xu Huanyan was even more exaggerated, staggering and almost falling down.
Rolling her eyes, Xu Huanyan was in a good mood, "You damn duck has a tough mouth."
Miaokong cursed, "Are you going or not? Are you going or not?"
But Miaokong's old face was red from holding back, and Shu Xiaoya and Xu Huanyan were holding back the rain of black lines on their heads. At the same time, they thought of the word "angry from shame"...
On the high platform, the masked man calmly held the tea cup in his hand. After a while, a man stood behind him.
"Coming."
The man reminded.
But they saw the masked man raising his head slightly, with a little more smile in his eyes.
Xiaoya, are you finally going to show up? After more than a month of absence, are you finally going to see you?
Waving his hand, Hua Xingxing indicated that Su Lang could go down, then he leaned back on the chair and began to close his eyes and meditate.
"Girl, I'm starting to look forward to what kind of tone you and those two people will use to accuse me?" The man's closed eyes opened slightly, and a cold light flashed past.
In the audience, Xu Huanyan, who had changed into a red dress, and Shu Xiaoya, who was in a lake-green skirt, followed behind Miao Kong, an old man in white clothes and a felt hat, as they approached the competition arena step by step.
As if sensing something, Shu Xiaoya suddenly raised her head at the eager gaze from above, but saw nothing.
Shaking her head, Shu Xiaoya just thought it was her hallucination and didn't pay any more attention to it. However, she didn't know that every move she made at this moment accurately fell into the trap of a certain man at the VIP table.
In eyes.
As they approached the competition ground, Xu Huanyan and his party began to become a little nervous.
Looking at the iron-faced young man in white sitting on the stage, and seeing a certain young landlord next to him with a rippling smile, Xu Huanyan's face didn't look too good.