Nine Phoenix Dynasty Phoenix Heavy Kwai Chapter

Chapter 325 Became a murderer by mistake [1]

"Bad! Bastard! Get out with your perverted master! Dare to say I'm a toad, I'll let you be a toad!" Chong Kui gritted his teeth and threw Dumao's head into the pond.

Immediately, a group of ducks rushed over, thinking that they had been fed, and the toad inside must have made him die of excitement!
Next, the hands, feet, and body parts were buried in different places, so that no one would find the rotten wood turned into ashes.

Although there is a feeling of killing people and hiding corpses, Dai Mao is not a human being, that guy is just a puppet!

A puppet is not a person, a puppet is not a person... After silently reading it a few times, Chongkui quickly packed up the corpses, packed up his things and left here in a hurry.

She has lived for seven years, but she actually doesn't have much, let alone nostalgia.

When she recovers her spiritual power, she won't be able to beat Tan Jiu, and she will be able to avoid it!
It's so good to escape the grasp of the dead pervert!
"Wang Wang Wang!"

The gray dog ​​saw Chongkui coming out, and ran after her, barking all the way.

The dog raised by the dog leg is as good as its owner!
Chongkui found a pile of meat from the kitchen, threw it to the gray dog, and it was settled in an instant.

She went all the way to the temple. Today the great wizard is out of customs. If you are lucky, you can meet him. Maybe...

Wu Li...

The name suddenly popped into his mind, Chongkui was slightly startled for a moment.

If he was there, would you see him?

How is he now?

Seven years have passed, and everything that happened back then should have disappeared.

Maybe, we can be friends.

After getting rid of Tan Jiu, Chong Kui felt relaxed, even the air felt much fresher than usual.

The temple was not far away, and with Zhongkui's mobility, it took less than half an hour to arrive.

She was wearing the clothes Wu Chaoyun gave her, and with her beautiful appearance, it was not difficult to sneak into the temple.

But it is more difficult to find the place where the great wizard retreats.

This temple built on the top of the mountain occupies a vast area and is divided into the front hall, the middle hall and the apse. The apse is usually the place where important people in the temple can go. It is connected to the vast woods and mountains, and it is quiet and deep.

Chongkui avoids eyes and ears and comes to the apse. Looking left and right, no one can be seen. There is a layer of moss growing on the bluestone bricks on the ground. It seems that no one has been here for a long time.

There are so many people in the temple, how come no one comes here?
The size of the apse is not small either.

It's a bit unusual, so Zhongkui didn't dare to get too close, so he could only quietly walk in along the corner to have a look.

Maybe the great wizard is retreating here, so quiet, it is the best place for retreat.

As long as she can meet the Grand Wizard, she has a chance.

Wu Chaoyun said that great wizards are very merciful people, helping the world and saving people, preaching benevolence and righteousness, and often sending them down the mountain to help the people who were persecuted by the war.

So, if she prayed sincerely, perhaps the Grand Wizard would agree to help her.

Even if he doesn't help, the great wizard will not kill her.

Thinking of you so much, Chongkui has already walked into the apse.

The ancient trees in the sky blocked the sunlight above the head, and the surroundings were filled with a gloomy and ancient atmosphere, and the chilly wind was blowing from behind.

Chong Kui looked back, and there was no one behind...

But what's with this ominous feeling all around?

Faintly, she seemed to smell a bloody smell in the air.

She had too many experiences in her previous life, which made her very familiar with and sensitive to the smell of blood.
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Add more~Thank you for the rewards from all the little masters since the writing~
I've been writing about Little Sunflower's Huluo Pingyang recently, bear with it, I seldom write wasteful plots, either foreshadowing or transition, and I will soon write about Little Red Eye appearing...

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