The Queen of Charm

Chapter 177
Just when she was puzzled and didn't know how to answer, Ling Zihan said, "This tea is cracked, but the water in the cup is still drinkable, but the teacup is already cracked, knowing that if you move it a little, the water in this cup will overflow at any time .” Looking at the third elder with a half-smile, “What do you think should be done?”

"Naturally, if you drink the water in the glass, it won't overflow."

"Okay, just ask the third elder to give me a drink." She answered casually.

Holding his chin, smiling, with a harmless face, but the Third Elder looked terrified.

Sometimes laughing is scarier.

Because she has no idea what she is thinking next second.

Under Ling Zihan's gaze, the third elder bit the bullet and drank the water in the glass.

But in the next second, the teacup burst, and warm tea flowed out from her fingertips.

"What should I do? The tea has flowed out?" She blinked her eyes and looked at the third elder innocently, her tone seemed to be genuinely regretful that the tea had flowed out.

But this is not the case. As a person with internal strength and knowledge of martial arts, she naturally found that there were some subtle changes in the hall. She could notice that the flames were flickering and dimming, and the air had a suffocating smell.

This invisible leakage of internal force almost made her kneel in front of the new palace lord.

"Third Elder, you love me the most, you won't even tell me about this!" Her expression changed quickly, from the regret just now to cold and stern, "You should understand that there is nothing you can hide mine."

boom.

The third elder knelt down to Ling Zihan. As an elder, she didn't have to kneel down. What's more, according to her age, the third elder was 30 years older than Ling Zihan, so she could be considered her senior.As a senior, he actually knelt down to the junior, his tone full of begging.

"Palace Master, this secret cannot be revealed by subordinates."

The hand that was supposed to support the third elder slowly retracted, Ling Zihan asked her, "Why?"

If she doesn't understand how the enmity between You Mingjue and Mo Yuegong can be resolved, and she won't be beheaded and beheaded for no reason.

He propped his head up, raised his eyes slightly, and raised his eyebrows, "Well, if you don't want to say more, if the Devil's Cult invades, then I'll ask You Mingjue. Let him tell me well."

The third elder lowered his head, water stains remained in his hands, the crystal liquid passed over his well-protected fingers, and finally turned into a low sigh.This was Ling Zihan's warning, but she was powerless.

"Palace Master, the subordinates don't know the origin of the Demon Cult leader, but the old Palace Master has ordered that even if Moyue Palace is destroyed, the Demon Cult leader You Mingjue cannot be harmed."

Click.

The cup in his hand was broken, Ling Zihan closed his eyes slightly, and smiled with a little coldness.

A horse-drawn carriage was galloping along the narrow path.

Ling Zihan, who left Moyue Palace, lay on the carriage, letting the blue hair behind her smudge like a cloud, the sound of carriage wheels couldn't stop her from thinking, she put the small cup on the table beside her, and an account book with her Looking at the prestige all around, I turned the pages.

The carriage is luxurious and low-key, and the poisonous lady and Mosha riding on the bloody BMW are heroic, but the last row of ox carts attracts attention.Hong Mei leaned limply on the iron pole, looking up at the vast sky, and enjoying the breeze.

Arguably excellent.

But it happened to be an ox cart, and he was locked in an iron cage like an animal, exposed to the wind and rain, and the sun and rain.Haohao's skin was tanned by the scorching sun, he covered his face and strongly resisted.

"I want to change my car, my beautiful skin is gone, change my car quickly."

Naturally no one cares.

He glared at everyone fiercely, "If I were still alive, I would definitely kill every single one of you."

"Wait until you can go back alive!" The poisonous lady looked disdainful.

"You guys!" Seeing the poisonous lady riding away on horseback, Hong Mei clenched her fists tightly, her eyes showing cruelty.

Just wait and see, the leader will come to save me!At that time, you will be killed forever.

It will take two days to return to the imperial city.

But the imperial city is undercurrents, earth-shaking.

The battle for the position of the princes has begun.

The abyss below Lingtong Mountain is shrouded in clouds and mist.

Moyue Palace has a century-old foundation, but it dare not go into the abyss.

Little did they know that there was a torrent below, leading to the direction of Yunyin Temple, the No. [-] Shaolin Temple.

It was the place where the royal family kowtowed. The national teacher of the current dynasty lived in Yunyin Temple and had a long-standing reputation, but no one could see the mysterious national teacher. Even the current emperor had never seen the real face of the national teacher.

Extremely mysterious, but also famous.

The undercurrent is surging, striking at the source.

Everyone thought that jumping off such a high cliff would be a dead end.

But there are still some people who are always taken care of by luck.

Yunyin Temple was full of incense, and the monk who was carrying water was depressed and went down the mountain to carry water. The mean uncle oppressed them, dared not speak out, thinking that after carrying the water, he would eat several bowls of rice and two big steamed buns.

The cool stream was rushing, and the wooden barrel was thrown into the river, causing ripples and ripples. A monk pointed his eyes towards the middle of the stream, "Hey, do you think that is a human?"

The three monks who followed looked at the past at the same time.

On the edge of the river, a mass of black human-like things attracted everyone's attention.There are trees suspended on his body, so that he will not sink his whole body into it. After being in the water for a long time, his skin will turn white and swell, and his clothes will be tattered.

"Ah, shouldn't it be a dead person?" The monk staggered and fell to the ground, his bladder constricted in fright.

All of them threw the buckets, and lost interest in fetching water.Who dares to use the water soaked by this dead man, who knows if there will be unclean things suspended in the water.

"I told you to go upstream to fetch water, but you ran downstream. Well, now, even dead wild boars ran over."

"But it's the Huaihe River that flows to our Yunyin Temple, and there are no people living there, so how can there be dead people in the water?"

"It doesn't matter, my uncle said that saving someone's life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. Let's rescue that person first. If he dies, we will also find a place for him to be buried. This is also my Buddha's mercy."

Several monks were at a loss, those looking for the rope looked for the rope, those holding the pole took the pole, threw the human-like thing over, and moved it to the shore little by little.As it got closer, everyone also saw hope.

Unexpectedly, a torrent came and knocked people away again.

Hope is also disillusioned.

In the end, there was really no other way. It would be impossible not to save people after seeing it.So I found a monk who could swim and put a rope on his body so that he would not be washed away by the rapids.The monk swam nimbly to the side of the black wooden pile, but before he got close, a stench came over him.He held his breath, and when he leaned over, he brushed the hair off the man's face and sniffed.

"Still alive, but very weak."

"Then quickly pull him up, let's go and see the uncle."

"oh oh……"

Everyone was pulling the rope with all their hands and feet.

Then the problem came again, the river was too fast, the Doubi monks scratched their bald heads, and hurriedly went to find the two people who were raking the plow to hook the river, so there were shouts from the river from time to time.

"Ah, you hooked my ass..."

"my head……"

"My face."

(End of this chapter)