The two black treasures of Tiangui's escaped concubine

Chapter 332
I don't know if his words are satirizing her, but just listening to his voice, he has a bit of pity for her.

Hua Xiyan watched her exhale turn into a ball of doughnuts, the corners of her lips curled slightly: "If the concubine is really a delicate person, it would be a pity that I can't witness the most beautiful scenery in the world with my own eyes."

Her words made his heart skip a beat.With big hands, he tightly held her soft as water hand bones, and said: "Jinxi wants to see, so I will accompany you."

Afterwards, he began to hold her hand, and set foot on the lake that hadn't melted once in thousands of years.

The two walked slowly, she was leaning on his shoulder, surrounded by wind and snow, only his body was warm, it was really strange, usually he was such a cold person, until now, it became only him is warm.

Between heaven and earth, it seemed that there were only the two of them left.

After walking for a while, her breathing became less chaotic after getting used to it, so she could raise her head and watch the beauty of the world with him.At this moment, she seems to be able to imagine that she and him are like the Condor Heroes in the TV series, cuddling together and walking to the ends of the world.

He held her big hand, as if he was a little excited, his well-defined joints were so hard that they were a little pale and transparent, like countless stars shining in his black eyes like the deep sea, looking at her rosy side face, gently, Like biting an apple, he bent down and kissed her.

The waist tightened, followed closely, and was pulled into his arms by him.In the ears, there is only the sound of grinding each other, as if they are about to merge into one.

In the only evergreen valley that is like spring all the year round in the middle of the snowy land.

The disciples sent by the master of the three sects, with Mrs. Hua and Mu Mu, climbed up the stone steps carved on the cliff. There are 99 steps in total. At the top, there is the Ling Xiao Pavilion.

All of them are martial arts practitioners. Climbing the mountain is not difficult. They can walk like flying on the stone steps that can stump ordinary people. After a while, they fly to the top.

Hua Murong looked up and saw a three-story house made of wood, with a plaque hanging in front of the door saying Lingxiao Pavilion.It seems to be much simpler than the fairyland he and the old lady envisioned.

Mrs. Hua is lying to the foodie, saying that she has arrived at a place with more delicious food.Now when I come here and take a look, Hua Murong doesn't even need to think about it, knowing that there must be nothing to eat here.You see, except for this wooden house, the surroundings are surrounded by cliffs, which are bare, making him think that the people living in this house must be immortals who don't eat or drink.

It is not wrong to say that the people who live here are immortals.

When the grandparents and grandchildren walked into the wooden attic, in the plain front hall, in a house with almost no light, there stood a person, as if waiting for them.

That person, in the only light that came in from the window, looked like a peach blossom, with a beautiful face that made even Mu Mu, who had a charming face, sigh.

Hua Murong hates all men who look better than herself.Mother said that men who are too good-looking are poisonous weeds.He doesn't like poisonous weeds.

Mrs. Hua, when she saw the man, exclaimed: "Master Minghai?!"

The old lady remembered how many years it must have been since she had seen this rumored and well-known genius master.It should be many, many years ago. When she was a child, once, at a conference, she saw that figure from a distance, and she will never forget it.

Counting like this, it has been so many years. She has grown from a child to an old lady with white hair on her temples and wrinkled face, and this genius master seems to be better than the image she saw in the peeping eyes when she was a child. , to look younger.

If Minghai is not disguised, it can only show that her guess is correct, and she has successfully practiced the legendary rejuvenation technique.

Faced with the old lady Hua's exclamation, Ming Hai's peach blossom fairy face just flashed an expression of neither happiness nor sadness, and asked the grandparents and grandchildren to sit down.The little boy serving beside him served hot tea.

Ming Hai sat on the main seat, pinched two walnuts with his fingers, and twirled them in his palm, with an indisputable expression.

Hua Murong's small eyes looked at his expression, thinking, this man looks several times darker than his father.

As if he received Mu Mu's look, Ming Hai pinched the corner of his eyes, and a beam of gaze returned to Mu Mu's face, the corners of his lips slightly raised: "Did you have a dream last night?"

Hua Murong quickly lowered his head.

"I dreamed of going to Qifengchi." Ming Hai seemed to be able to guess 100% without him answering. The other hand that didn't pinch the walnut grabbed the teacup on the table, moistened his throat, and said to Mrs. Hua , "Qifengchi is very lively at the moment. The three sects, the nine royal families of the gods, all are here."

Hearing his words, Mrs. Hua was completely taken aback.

This grand gathering of heroes from all over the world is really unheard of.How can people not be frightened after listening to it.

Ming Hai glanced at her dazed expression, and the corners of his lips sank slightly: "It is said that Master Huang is going to be resurrected. Some people say that it is the demon god who is going to be resurrected. Which do you believe, old lady?"

Mrs. Hua grinds the meaning of his words, ponders: "The master means, some people think that Huang Zhuer is a demon god?"

"Huang Zhuer is definitely not a demon god. If he dares to kill Huang Zhuer, that person can only be a demon god."

Although the two sentences were simple, their logic was profound. After Mrs. Hua finished listening, the teacup in her hand fell to the ground.

Snapped!
Very harsh.Piercing through a person's eardrum is like passing through a person's heart.

Hua Murong heard the sound, Bread Xiaoyan turned her head and looked at the old lady in surprise.

Mrs. Hua has almost never lost her composure like this, so she stood up from the chair in embarrassment and apologized: "The old lady lost her composure in front of the master."

Ming Hai waved his hand.

The little boy came over with a broom and carefully cleaned up the debris on the ground.

Mrs. Hua was sweating profusely, and sat back in her chair.

How could she not be surprised?

Demon God!

Aren't the demon gods all dead?
How is it possible to live?

If there are surviving demon gods, what do they want to do?The demon gods are all monsters and only eat people.If the demon god really stayed in the world, there would be no living people in this world.

"The situation is serious." Ming Hai said, "Those people have had ulterior motives for a long time."

"Grandmaster?"

"To be honest, I, like myself, have already been regarded as a thorn in the side of those people. Because, I have been trying my best to revive Huang Zhuer. Only when Huang Zhuer is resurrected and the stars are reversed, can the demon god be destroyed."

Mrs. Hua's heart was thumping.He said that he was intending to resurrect Huang Zhu'er.However, once this phoenix master is reborn, it seems that it will not be a good thing.

"Master." Mrs. Hua cupped her hands and asked, "The old woman has never been clear. I heard that the master never cares about the affairs of the world. I don't know why he saved the old woman?"

(End of this chapter)