Princess, be nice

Chapter 1377

Then raised his finger lightly, and said calmly, "Fen."

"Yes."

Mo Chen and Ming stood beside Xie Ci on the left and right, watching the hidden guards throw the corpse into the bonfire, surrounded by layers of firewood, surrounded him completely, and set him on fire .

The flames almost burst into the sky.

Just when the flames rushed into the air, Mo Chen whispered, "This person is indeed Xuan Ling. When my subordinate seriously injured him, I left a palm print on his heart. Just now, my subordinate touched his chest. It is indeed the palm print of the subordinate."

"It's just that he looks like he's passed away."

"I really think of myself as some kind of great monk. I'll die as soon as I die, and I'll die so...mysteriously."

Ming and other monks were always dismissive, especially when they saw Xuanling's pretentious appearance, they hated to speak up.

The most important thing is that he took a shot with great difficulty, and the monk committed suicide, leaving him useless with all his abilities. I don't know when the Lord will send him to do things again next time.

He wanted to make a good show, but was destroyed by this smelly monk.

Heart congestion.

Ming Yi stared at the monk in the bonfire, feeling angry in his heart.

but……

It was soon discovered that something was wrong, because after the monk was burned, a round golden bead appeared.

"My Cao, is this the legendary relic?"

"Isn't this only appearing after the Taoist monk passed away?"

"Xuan Ling is a fake monk, how could there be one?"

Even Mo Chen's eyes were stained with surprise, and he suddenly turned his head to look at the Lord.

But he found that the master's eyes had not changed from the very beginning, even when he saw the golden bead, he just raised his hand and sucked the bead into the palm of his hand.

Turn away.

"Hey, lord, where are you going?" Ming watched his lord leave with a glance, and asked repeatedly, the lord is gone, what should we do with these things?
Burning people in the middle of the night, they have to clean up the place, the point is, the body has not been burned yet.

"Go back to bed with my son." Xie Ci said lightly, waved his hand casually, and turned back to the camp.

"what?"

Ming Yi looked at Xie Ci's back, a little confused.

He hasn't followed the master for many years, and has been obsessed with practicing kung fu. He was suddenly dispatched by the master, and he couldn't keep up with the master's rhythm.

What kind of operation is it to accompany your son?

Is this still the previous master?

Mo Chen patted Ming Yi's shoulder, understood his thoughts, and said calmly, "I'll get used to it in the future, let's clean up the venue first, so as not to be discovered."

"Oh……"

Ming Yi scratched his head, although he was inexplicable, he was obedient.

"Mo Chen, did you say that the one who died was really Xuan Ling?" Ming Yi frowned and shook his head, "I need to take action, but how could it be solved so easily? I always feel that something is wrong."

If Mo Chen hadn't seen the palm print on Xuanling's corpse with his own eyes, he would not have believed that Xuanling committed suicide.

But... the facts were in front of him, so he couldn't help but believe it.

At this time, Xie Ci returned to the tent, sat on the side of the bed, looked at his son's sleeping face, his delicate and picturesque eyebrows and eyes were all deserted.

What Xuanling said when he saw Xuanling for the last time came to mind.

If he wanted the former pavilion master to be resurrected, why didn't Long Quyuan want to?Instead, helping them from the beginning, is it really because of the obligation of the national teacher?
Xie Ci raised his arms to pick up Yuan Miao, and went outside the tent.

A white tiger followed behind, "Mohe, follow me."

(End of this chapter)