I buried the host, relying on the prophecy, the whole network exploded

Yan Jiu private messaged the person who took the video.

Ask where this place is.

Private message within two seconds.

Yan Jiu received a reply.

But the respondent was clearly emotional.

[Jiujiu, am I going to squeak! ? 555 I've never touched a man's hand in my life, I don't want to! 】

Then Yan Jiu checked the account ID, flipped through the release page, and found that it was Huo Xi'er.

She couldn't laugh or cry immediately.

Tell the other person it's okay.

It's just that she was curious about the shooting location.

soon.

Huo Xier calmed down and sent a comment.

Yan Jiu looked at the campus landscape of Tsinghua University.

This birch forest belongs to Tsingtao?
It seems that whether she needs further education or not, it is necessary for her to go to Tsinghua University.

Think about education issues.

For good reason, Yan Jiu rolled up the safety talisman prepared for Lang Zongyi and went straight to the special bureau.

Soon after.

Yan Jiu looked at the staff who stayed on duty in the special bureau, and asked in surprise, "Is he not there?"

She learned from the staff on duty that Lang Zongyi seldom takes vacation even if it is a holiday.

Lang Zongyi was not in the special bureau, which really made Yan Jiu stand in the snow for a while, confused.

Yan Jiu took out a stack of playing cards: "It's up to you, Xiaopu, to find senior brother."

Playing cards: Alexander.jpg
Yan Jiu didn't count Lang Zongyi.

Instead, he wisely chose the method of exclusion, using Lang Zongyi's name as the medium, and went to wherever it was not counted.

At last.

Yan Jiu came to a mountain.

She looked at the not-so-high mountain, thinking about whether Lang Zongyi was in a temple on the top of the mountain, and was hesitating whether to climb the mountain.

A young monk appeared quietly.

"Little monk Guan Yan and my Buddha have a predestined relationship, would you like to go up the mountain to have a look?"

Yan Jiu was slightly startled.

Did the monk and nun in front of her count her name?
Master!
After seeing the appearance of the young monk and nun.

Yan Jiu somehow felt a little familiar.

She was just about to do a fortune telling.

The monks and nuns clasped their hands together: "The little monk was enlightened by the benefactor before he converted to my Buddha, so he has the present. The little monk is now called Mingjing."

He was the boy who hated race car driver Zhao Gan, and he learned to truly let go because of Yan Jiu.

Yan Jiu shook his head, not taking credit for it: "It's the creation of Master Mingjing himself."

Ming Jing smiled and shook his head. He held the rosary and motioned Yan Jiu to go first: "Please, Master Yan."

When Yan Jiu sat on the cable car going up the mountain, she was still a little dazed. If she knew that she didn't need to climb the mountain, why would she hesitate.

Ming Jing said: "The little monk Guan Yan is a little anxious to see the benefactor. I wonder if there is any little monk who can help?"

Yan Jiu thought about it.

It felt a little hard to tell.

It's not that she is thin-skinned, but that she realized that her rascal behavior at that time really affected Lang Zongyi.

Lang Zongyi has no memory of being her senior brother, and he is a gentleman who can resist beating her up.

Yan Jiu inexplicably hoped that Lang Zongyi would beat her up to vent his anger, she thought so and said so.

Ding Spiegel: "..."

He took Yan Jiu to a thousand-year-old bodhi tree.

The wind blows the leaves.

Rustle in the snow.

Ming Jing sighed: "Amitabha, the little monk can't solve the benefactor's doubts, so let the people under Bodhi tell the benefactor."

Yan Jiu saw the person under the tree at a glance.

Lang Zongyi was carving something with his eyes lowered.

The dim light fell on his face, and he temporarily put down the burden on his shoulders, and he was quiet for a few more years.

Perceived intense stares.

Lang Zongyi raised his eyes: "Happy holidays."

Yan Jiu didn't know what she should use to describe Lang Zongyi, like a fool who used the most stupid methods, digging out all his emotions just to solve all the emotions that came to his head.

Her eyes were sore as hell.

What happened to Lang Zongyi?

This is not what she wants to see.

Just when Yan Jiu was about to say something.

Lang Zongyi took the lead and said: "I just saw your information. The Qingda Baihualin does hide a secret. The first competition between Xuanmen and the Special Bureau this year is to crack it."

He got up from the futon, and the bodhi dice, as white as jade and snow, danced in his palm.

Lang Zongyi smiled and said, "A holiday gift."

He pretended to pass the dice to Yan Jiu unintentionally, and then looked at the person in front of him pretending to be indifferent.

perhaps.

Only he knows how loud his heart beats.

Yan Jiu saw that Lang Zongyi had returned to normal.

She suppressed that something was wrong, carefully took the Bodhi dice, and presented the talisman paper drawn with most of her aura.

There are lights and colorful lights on the mountain.

The bodhi tree is covered with red silk.

You don't need to think about how lively the mountain is.

Lang Zongyi, who received the gift in return, held the peace talisman tightly. For the first time, he felt that the excitement could have something to do with him.

Because of his fate, he is used to avoiding the people around him, even his family members, he still rarely gets close.

It happened that someone broke into his world impartially, which made his chest cheer.

Yan Jiu still wants to say something to people.

Lang Zongyi changed the subject, trying every means to get Yan Jiu to leave: "I have a mission."

Yan Jiu immediately said, "Leave it to me!"

She didn't wait for Lang Zongyi to say what the task was, she took it happily and said that she would definitely complete it perfectly.

After Lang Zong watched Yan Jiu leave with one eye, he breathed a sigh of relief and let go of all his support.

He looked at his palm.

They shook hands as if they had made up their minds.

"Benefactor, think twice."

Ming Jing followed an elderly monk. He couldn't see the relationship between Yan Jiu and Lang Zongyi, but he knew that something happened to Lang Zongyi, and Yan Jiu would definitely go crazy.

Lang Zong said: "Master Wuzhen."

Regret appeared on Wuzhen's old face.

He shouldn't have spent the rest of his life making divination in order to atone for his junior brother Wu Nian.

The secret cannot be leaked.

The life of those who try to peek at the secrets of the sky must be seriously damaged, and he has seen a glimmer of results with his life.

The world of metaphysics will usher in a new life, but with the new life comes catastrophe in the world of metaphysics. Wuzhen sees that Yan Jiu is both the savior and the destroyer of the world.

Lang Zongyi is Yan Jiu's love robbery.

If there is no Lang Zongyi.

Yan Jiu will go further.

If there is Lang Zongyi.

Only one can live between the two.

Master Wuzhen's lips were bloodless and pale. Holding the Buddhist beads, he seldom hoped that he was wrong: "Amitabha, maybe I made a wrong calculation."

Compared with Wu Nian, who is admired by thousands of people and does not know whether it is good or evil, Lang Zongyi trusts Wu Zhen more, and trusts this Wu Zhen master who doesn't care about his own life.

When Yan Jiu put on the tutor uniform of the School of Spirituality, Lang Zongyi already knew that the other party could not be affected by darkness.

Combined with Huanyun Mountain, it gradually subsides.

At that time.

There was a guess in his heart.

Now coupled with the hexagram of Master Wuzhen, he had to think in the most impossible place.

A person who has the fate of saving and destroying the world at the same time must first have that strength.

Through the ages.

Apart from the fallen Supreme God, the one who has this strength is King Asura who was sealed by the Supreme God.

It is hard for Lang Zongyi not to think about Yan Jiu's unique character.

Wuzhen sighed: "My ability is limited. I can't figure out whether she is the reincarnation of King Asura or the reincarnation of Supreme God. We have to prepare for the worst."

King Asura himself is evil, and once he appears in this world, he will only create more evil obstacles.

But Lang Zongyi didn't label Yan Jiu as an X just because Yan Jiu might be King Ashura.

The Ashuras are the Asuras.

As long as Yan Jiu's hands are not stained with the blood of innocent people, even if the Asura clan committed the crime because of King Asura, there is no need for Yan Jiu's life to pay for the crime.

Wuzhen dragged his body, which could pass away at any time, and persuaded: "I see the darkness is watching, if something happens to the special bureau, I will not be able to apologize even if I die."

Lang Zongyi shook his head.

All day long, he imagined.

If it's time for liquidation, it's time to confirm that Yan Jiu is King Ashura.

He was willing to use his life to repay those karma for Yan Jiu, and to give justice to the innocent people who died at the hands of the Ashura clan.

But everything is guesswork.