Zhuo Hua

Chapter 327 The Forgotten Spirit Fruit

"We need to send a message back to the sect, and then..."

They already had a rough idea of ​​what the leader meant, but those who came here were just ordinary disciples, and they had no right to make their own decisions.

However, the suzerain of the Xiaoyao Sect also clearly understood this point, and said that they would continue the discussion tomorrow.

After returning to the room, except for Zhuohua, the rest of the people were a little dazed.

"This..." Luo Yang opened his mouth so wide that he could swallow a fist.

She looked at Zhuohua with a calm face, poked her with her finger, and asked in a low voice, "You already knew?"

Zhuohua glanced at her sideways, pinching his thumb and index finger together, "A little bit better than you."

"what?"

"The night we arrived, Sister Ning'er came to my room to talk and told me all the things that happened." Zhuo Hua smiled slightly and said slowly.

Luo Yang didn't expect that these two people would whisper behind her back, and immediately looked at Zhuo Hua with an aggrieved look.She clenched her hands into fists and punched Zhuohua moderately.

"Hiss." Zhuo Hua covered the place where Luo Yang had punched with a painful face, his expression was exaggerated.

"Come on." Luo Yang pouted, crossed his arms across his chest, and said with a look of disgust, "I didn't use any force at all."

It's a pity that she didn't know that there was a word called "Pengci", otherwise she would have said, "You are Pengci."

"Hey." Zhuo Hua laughed dryly twice, tugging at Luo Yang's cuff. "Don't be angry."

Luo Yang wasn't really angry, but just teasing Zhuo Hua.

However, she also knows that Zhuohua's personality is completely a character that can be brilliant when given a little sunshine, so she still pretends to be dissatisfied on her face.

"Sister Yangyang." Zhuohua pretentiously tugged on Luo Yang's sleeves and dangled them around.The tone that turned like the eighteen bends on a mountain road made Luo Yang's face turn green.

"Huh." Luo Yang shook off her hand and rubbed his arms with aversion to cold, "I was wrong, I was wrong, don't make me sick with such a disgusting tune."

"Oh!" Zhuohua patted his head violently, remembering something that he almost forgot.

"What's wrong?" Luo Yang was startled by her.

"I took a picture of something for you before. I thought that the little koi would go back before me, so I asked her to take the thing back to you. I didn't expect that she would go back later than me, and she would forget all about it. ”

"I didn't expect Scrooge to buy things for me." Luo Yang teased Zhuo Hua with a smile while secretly thinking about what Zhuo Hua had taken for her.

Even though her curiosity was itching like a cat scratching her, she didn't dare to ask directly.

Zhuohua didn't directly say what it was, which meant that it was extremely precious.

The people present here are higher than her. If she transmits the sound to Zhuohua, they will easily catch the fluctuation of spiritual power in the air.

However, Zhuohua obviously doesn't have to worry about being discovered.

"Cut." Zhuo Huaming rolled his eyes at her, and secretly told her that it was the Spiritual Fruit.

After staying in the world of cultivation for so many years, the biggest lesson Zhuo Hua has learned is to trust others too much.

This item is very rare. On the one hand, it is easy to attract others' covetousness. On the other hand, it is not difficult to remind people of that auction.

If the news is leaked, wouldn't the previous disguise be all in vain.

Zhuohua didn't dare to gamble.

After all, people's hearts are unpredictable, she can't and can't afford to gamble.

(End of this chapter)