Chapter nine hundred and eighty seventh wonderful duo
"Are you sure you don't want to take that little girl out?"
After leaving the small town and looking at Lishui City in the distance, Wu Ming asked casually.
"Brother, Qiong'er and I just met by chance, and we haven't met a few times in total!"
Qingzhu Jun looked embarrassed, smiled bitterly and shook his head.
"hehe!"
Wu Ming nodded with a half-smile, then changed the subject and said, "Take my warrant and hurry up to join Chang Shu and others!"
"Brother, do you want to deal with two ghost saints alone?"
Qingzhu is no longer what he used to be. After several experiences and practice, he is extremely thoughtful and can figure out the key in an instant.
"It's impossible to deal with it."
Wu Ming shook his head and said calmly, "But what is coming will always come, and sooner or later we will face it."
"Master, can't the dragon robe completely cover up my Hua Ji bloodline?"
Honglian's pretty face changed slightly.
"This is only a temporary method. According to your current situation, unless you use the power of the earth to temper your body and truly integrate Hua Ji's blood into your essence and spirit, you will be able to unite with your blood. It will be difficult to track it by then, but now...
With the background of Baihua Tower, we are willing to give up a drop of Hua Ji’s essence and blood to track it. If it succeeds, it will be equivalent to regaining the foundation of a semi-saint. This transaction is worth it no matter what!"
Wu Ming said calmly.
Although after these days, relying on the soul power of real gold that is not afraid of fire, and joining forces with Long Yi, they finally broke through the restrictions of the Iron Order of Feng Sheng, and used this to cover up Hong Lian's unstable cultivation aura, but in the end, it only addressed the symptoms but not the root cause.
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After all, Chi Qingping is still alive and Chi Hongyao is also alive. The two of them will never be willing to let Hua Ji’s bloodline fall by the wayside!
"It's all my fault!"
Hong Lian stamped her feet in annoyance, her beautiful eyes narrowed, and she solemnly said, "Young Master, if you don't want me to distract the pursuing enemy, you..."
"Sister Xiaolian!"
Qingzhu suddenly interrupted and said with a wry smile, "It's my fault. If it hadn't been for the elder brother to fulfill the master-disciple relationship between me and the alcoholic master, I would never have left such troubles!"
"Haha, don't think that I am so powerful! With Luo Wuhua by my side at that time, no matter how resourceful I am, I still can't cover everything!"
Wu Ming smiled heartily and waved his hands.
Although it was true, it was also a bit helpless because Ku Ye never woke up.
Firstly, he used all his strength to activate the Bronze Holy Sword to consume the drama. Secondly, he was completely exposed to the world of China. Even if the time was short, he was suppressed by the will of heaven and earth, so that he was trapped like a lotus lantern.
into some kind of slumber state.
Others thought that Wu Ming relied on himself or luck to mediate with major forces and narrowly escaped death many times. In fact, half of the credit goes to Ku Ye, the holy soul.
If Wu Ming hadn't used his supreme deduction power to occasionally take a sidestep and peek into the secrets, even if Wu Ming could survive, the situation would have been extremely miserable and countless times more difficult!
Just like when committing a crime, you must have a companion to look out for you to reduce the risk of the action. This is the same truth!
Wu Ming's actions all involve huge risks, far beyond what he can bear, but he has a holy soul who spares no effort to share them with him, so that he can jump to the present.
"But……"
Hong Lian's worry remained undiminished. Although she had always believed in Wu Ming and nothing could trouble him, what she was about to face now were two ruthless semi-saints!
"Don't worry. Calculate the time. Even if they have a way to track them, those two are not simple people. Just contacting each other will take a long time. They are half-saints and majestic. They have their own arrogance and will never treat me as a grandmaster easily.
If we pay too much attention to it, by the time the dispute between the two parties is over, we will have already run a long way!"
Wu Ming said calmly.
"But once they decide to take action, they will definitely not give up. How will the big brother face it then?"
Qingzhu Road.
"The mountain man has a clever plan!"
Wu Ming waved his hands and stood with his hands behind his back, his expression calm and calm, which made people feel at ease.
"Brother, take care of yourself, Sister Xiaolian!"
The corners of Qingzhu's lips twitched, and she uttered a sentence dryly. After bowing her hands and saluting, she ducked into the distance.
"The young master is still as kind-hearted as before!"
Hong Lian said quietly.
With her current experience and vision, how could she not see that Wu Ming deliberately blocked Qingzhu to prevent one more person from facing danger in the next action? The latter also knew very well, but what could he do?
"Don't be so unreasonable. Those two are both semi-saints. How can they really lose face and deal with me, a grandmaster?"
Wu Ming patted Hong Lianxiang's shoulder and said calmly, "If nothing goes wrong, they will probably deal with it with false promises and send out a few disciples, but not all Semi-Saints are as shameless as Hei Jue, Jian Yan, and Tong Xiao.
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"Although what the young master said is good, but..."
Hong Lian's expression was slightly relaxed, but there was still a worried look between her brows.
"Jie Jie, if the old ghost knew that a young boy could understand his temper so clearly, he would definitely come to take your life himself!"
Before he finished speaking, a strange and piercing whistle like a crow came, blowing slowly and majesticly around him. It was as strong as Wu Ming and Hong Lian, and it actually made the spirits shiver.
"To have such courage, I think you must be the descendant of the Poison Ghost!"
Wu Ming said calmly.
"Hey, why didn't you say that you are the descendant of a bad gambler? Did you smell his smelly crow smell?"
Then, a sound like a broken gong sounded.
"Because gamblers only gamble on life!"
Wu Ming smiled.
"Okay, okay, I thought those stinky bitches were just looking for trouble, treating me like a donkey and deliberately tormenting me, but I didn't expect to meet a thoughtful man, stinky crow, please don't interfere, let me make a bet with him first!"
A strange wind blew up, and a thin bamboo pole-like figure appeared silently in front of the two of them.
Even in broad daylight, if ordinary people looked at it, they would probably faint from fear. In fact, this man looked like a tuberculosis ghost. He was tall and thin, with sunken eye sockets, disheveled hair, and he was extremely dirty and filthy.
Something like a small insect crawled by.
"Hmph, my name is Night Owl, not crow. The old ghost has given orders to use this kid's blood to refine the medicine. How can it be your turn to take action, you scoundrel?"
Almost at the same time, a short and stocky man in black robes appeared. Although he was a little neater than the man with the bamboo pole, his pair of eyes and hooked nose like a night owl, combined with thick purple lips, were really scary.
"Who in the world doesn't know that I am the second best gambler in the world? How come I have become a scoundrel?"
The bamboo pole man said angrily.
"Last time you had diarrhea for ten days. You told me that you had diarrhea for nine days, but you still refused to admit it?"
The night owl pinched his waist and screamed like a shrew.
"That's nonsense. I've only been here for nine days. That's nine days. Where do you want to go?"
The man with the bamboo pole scratched his neck and said angrily.
"Humph, I'm afraid you don't know what this is?"
Night Owl smiled proudly and shook a small bottle. Inside was a puddle of mud and something unknown.
"cough!"
Wu Ming pulled Hong Lian unnaturally and quietly took two steps back.
"How dare you try to escape?"
The two of them stared at each other and threatened without turning their heads.
"Oh, it's a misunderstanding between you two. It's just that I saw that you two have extraordinary cultivation, so I decided to start a fight to avoid suffering the same disaster as a fish in the pond and being splashed with blood!"
Wu Ming rubbed the bridge of his nose and said.
"Humph, I guess you still have some sharp eyesight!"
Night Owl nodded proudly, shook the crystal bottle and said, "Scoundrel, come on, come on, I will give you one more chance. If you guess what this is, I will never mention the last time you acted scoundrel again!"
"This is... how can you guess this? Don't say that I have never cheated at all. I just came up with this question out of nothing, and it cannot be considered a gamble at all!"
The man with the bamboo pole opened his mouth to speak, but when the words came to his lips, he changed his words dryly.
"Hahaha, you still refuse to accept the claim that you are a scoundrel. You can't even recognize your own things. Now that there are witnesses and physical evidence, no matter how much you act like a scoundrel, I will definitely suppress you in the future!"
The night owl laughed like thunder, shaking the leaves around it and falling.
"Your sister's dog farts, it smells bad. I didn't even agree to bet on this game, so why did I lose? What kind of personal and physical evidence..."
The man with the bamboo pole was so angry that he jumped on his feet and cursed. Suddenly he saw Wu Ming from the corner of his eye and couldn't help but shouted, "Boy, how dare you give false testimony?"
"Ahem, this is none of my business!"
Wu Ming spread his hands and said.
"Why is it none of your business?"
Night Owl's expression darkened, and he looked at Wu Ming like a ghost.
"Hmph, stinky crow, do you still want to coerce this kid into perjury?"
The bamboo pole man sneered.
"Good boy, seeing how smart you were just now, I wanted to give you a more merciful death, but now... hum!"
Night Owl Huan's eyes widened, and there was a strange stream of light, as if wherever he looked, any life would be cut off and cold.
"You two don't need to be angry. I have a way to solve your problem!"
Wu Ming smiled as if he didn't realize it.
"explain!"
The two looked at each other and said coldly.
"The object in Night Owl's hand should be able to prove whether this person is cheating, but he can't guess..."
Wu Ming's eyes flashed slightly.
"What about this and that, I, Renliu, what do you mean I can't guess? I just don't bother to guess!"
The man with the bamboo pole yelled impatiently.
"Then you have to guess!"
Night Owl sneered.
"Both of you!"
Wu Ming was sure that the two of them couldn't fight, otherwise he wouldn't mind watching them continue to quarrel, "How about we play a game? The contents of the jade bottle that Brother Ye Xiao gave us are the bets. Naturally, we can't bet with white ginseng, so we have to agree.
The winner has one condition, and the same applies if Brother Renliu loses."
"Okay, although I know you want me to let you go, but I want to see the scoundrel admit defeat, so that's what I'll do!"
"This...is just what you said!"
Not only did Night Owl agree, but the man with the bamboo pole was addicted to gambling and he also agreed after hesitating for a while.
"Now, let's just write down the answer and show it at the same time!"
Wu Ming turned around slowly and took out a pen and paper, seemingly not worried about Ren Liu's prying eyes.
But Night Owl has the winning ticket, and the old god is holding his arms aside, as if waiting to see the joke of his old enemy.
Renliu stuck his butt out, scratched his ears and cheeks, and wrote on the ground. He seemed to be undecided, and wiped it away with his hands.
The strange thing is that the five fingers of his right hand move like a wheel, but they snap apart at critical moments every time, as if they have encountered inexplicable resistance.
Wu Ming was not in a hurry and just waited after finishing writing.
"You're not trying to cheat like last time, are you?"
On the contrary, Night Owl kept sarcastic.
"Who is cheating? It's just that this bet has no roots and I don't know much about this guy. It just needs some time. Don't bother me on purpose!"