Chapter 1695 The grass on Master’s grave is very lush!
"Nine orifices are exquisite."
"Incomparable intelligence."
Mu Qianhua smiled again, and the aloof and indifferent temperament on his body disappeared in an instant.
"But?"
"Smartness may not be useful sometimes."
"The more precise the planning, the greater the gap in strength that can be bridged. The end of planning is absolute power."
"The trend is mine."
She looked at Sister Leng, "How do you win?"
"There are many of us."
Leng Meizi smiled and said, "There is strength in numbers."
A conversation.
Mu Qianhua already understood what Leng Meizi was thinking, so she stopped talking, tightened the fox fur around her body, and was about to leave.
"correct."
Leng Meizi seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly said: "Little sister, there is still something unclear. Please clarify the confusion."
"oh?"
Mu Qianhua paused, "Tell me about it?"
"What on earth is sister planning?"
A strange look flashed in Leng Meizi's eyes, "Would you rather let me go temporarily than let Uncle Gu go crazy?"
"My sister is so smart."
Mu Qianhua smiled half-heartedly, "Why don't you take a guess?"
Leng Meizi glanced at Gu Tian, pondered for a moment, and said seriously: "It has something to do with the position of the Demon Lord, right?"
"What a coincidence."
Mu Qianhua did not answer, but asked: "Sister, I also have a question here. I would like to ask my sister to clarify it."
"What?"
"Your Majesty."
Mu Qianhua smiled half-heartedly, "Is he still alive? Is he with you?"
Leng Meizi smiled and said, "What do you think?"
Mu Qianhua glanced at the wing not far away and said meaningfully: "He is still alive, or maybe he has already arrived, right?"
Eyes facing each other.
Although they didn't specify it clearly, the two of them got the answer they wanted.
"younger sister."
Mu Qianhua smiled brightly and said, "You must come to the banquet tomorrow, otherwise we will lose a lot of fun."
"Sister, don't worry."
Leng Meizi smiled lightly, "I will definitely go, little sister, I love to join in the fun."
A sincere smile.
One answered seriously.
But from the outside, they look like the closest sisters in the world.
not far away.
Zhang Yuan was confused after hearing this.
From beginning to end.
He felt like the two women were throwing out riddles one after another, but they didn't tell them the answers!
Play charades!
Can't understand!
He, who prided himself on being resourceful, had deep doubts about his own wisdom for the first time.
"Goodbye sister."
"Sister, walk slowly."
The fragrant wind drifted by, and Mu Qianhua's figure disappeared in an instant.
boom!
The person just left.
The magic knife in Gu Tian's hand exploded with a bang, and a look of exhaustion flashed in his eyes.
"uncle!"
Leng Meizi asked with concern: "Are you okay?"
She knows it very well.
Mu Qianhua seemed to have ignored Gu Tian just now, but in fact, she had been secretly observing his reaction!
Even for a moment.
Gu Tian hesitated, or maybe his desire to protect her wasn't that strong. She would most likely have died in Mu Qianhua's hands!
It can be seen from this.
The pressure Gu Tian endured was actually much greater than hers!
"uncle."
She whispered: "Thank you very much."
"..."
Gu Tian wanted to speak but stopped.
He wanted to say it.
If you want to thank me, just treat me as my daughter-in-law... I just thought the girl was thin-skinned and didn't say anything.
"what are you guys saying?"
After thinking for a while, he changed to another question that he was very concerned about.
Same as Zhang Yuan.
The two women had hidden secrets in their conversations and hidden knives in their smiles. He basically didn't understand a word he said and only saw them laughing.
"..."
The cold girl said nothing.
Deep in his eyes, a trace of worry flashed.
"uncle."
She whispered: "Don't worry, nothing will happen to you, and he... much less!"
Speaking of which.
She hesitated for a moment, then suddenly looked at the empty place and asked tentatively: "Old man, are you there? Do you want to eat fish?"
Gu Tian: "???"
Zhang Yuan: "???"
…
Big dream world.
Mei Yun, who had a big shoe mark on his face, supported Da Meng, who was limping and grinning. As he walked, he complained: "Master, you have old arms and legs. Why are you so angry? You and Aunt Sun are both."
What's so shameful about being in love?"
"Shut up!"
The old Taoist gave him a sharp look.
"You think I'm happy to take care of it?"
Mei Yun rolled his eyes, "Let me tell you, aren't I thinking about your happiness? One day I will leave here to make a living. If you don't have someone to look after you, how can I rest assured..."
He suddenly stopped mid-sentence.
Deep in his eyes, there was a hint of loneliness and sadness.
He forgot.
This is a dream.
The old Taoist in front of him is fake. The master who picked him up and raised him has long been...
"Ah!"
The old Taoist groaned and squatted down while holding on to the wall, hugging the leg that had just been broken. His forehead was sweating from the pain.
Mei Yun bent down.
She carefully helped him put on the worn shoe, briefly treated the old Taoist's wounds, and then found a wooden stick and handed it to him as a crutch, showing great care and not saying a word.
"how?"
The old Taoist glanced at him and said, "Have you changed your temper? Became mute?"
"Master."
Mei Yun felt a little disappointed and whispered: "Next time I dream of you, I don't know when it will be. It's so easy to meet you once. I shouldn't be angry with you..."
"Ah."
The old Taoist sneered, not appreciative, "How many times have you been angry with me? Who told you to use your ability unscrupulously? Are you not afraid of being discovered? Are you not afraid of having yourself cursed to death?"
"Is that... um?"
Mei Yun instantly realized something was wrong.
"Master."
He asked suspiciously: "How do you know these things? Isn't this a dream? Aren't you lying?"
"Dream?"
The old Taoist said quietly: "Who told you that this was a dream?"
"no?"
Mei Yun's complexion changed drastically.
I touched my face subconsciously, but the shoe prints were still there, and it hurt. I looked at the old man in front of me again, and I couldn't be more serious.
Suddenly.
He put down Lao Dao's broken leg and walked away.
"What are you going to do?"
The old man was confused.
Mei Yun didn't answer, and walked straight through a dense jungle to the back of the Taoist temple, where a lonely grave came into view.
The grass on the grave is not high.
It's about a foot long, it's just green and it grows very strong.
Beside the grave.
The wooden tablet carved by his own hands is also there.
so far so good!
The grave is still there!
Seeing this, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Come back again.
The old man's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot.
"A pure liar!"
Mei Yun was even more dissatisfied than him, "I thought Master, you were a fraud..."
Old man: "???"
"Do you really want me to die?"
"Master."
Mei Yun sighed, "If it's possible, I hope you survive more than anyone else."
The old man's face looked better now.
"Bring it!"
"What?"
"..."
The old Taoist did not explain, but searched Mei Yun's body for a while, and finally found a withered yellow leaf from his lapel.
"Eh?"
"This is……"
Mei Yun suddenly remembered.
After his last dream, he had this leaf on his body when he woke up. It had been so long that he had completely forgotten about it.
"This time is too big!"
The old Taoist ignored him and said angrily: "I can't solve it, Old Taoist, let that little slick guy get his own luck!"
"And that little girl!"
"You're a ghost, you've made mistakes sooner or later around her. You can't hide this thing, so why don't I take it back!"
Just talking.
He seemed to have heard something, his face darkened, and he said angrily: "Eat, eat, eat, eat like shit!"