The quiet life of a princess

Chapter 625 A Strange Couple (3)

Across half of Chengtian Temple.

The two ends of the gold thread were wrapped around the girl and Xia Chenxi respectively.

The girl flipped her palm lightly, pinched the gold thread with three fingers, and kept her gaze straight ahead, like a lifeless stone statue.

After a while, the girl withdrew the golden thread, and she looked at Xia Chenxi and said, "You look like a person." Her voice was ordinary, but when she was speaking, a thin layer of cold air escaped from her lips.

The old man's face changed slightly after hearing this, he squeezed Xia Chenxi's wrist, and just felt his pulse, the old man frowned slightly and said to himself: "One, two, three, four, five, you have five Poisonous mixed together."

"Master..." Liu Yiting looked nervous.She is very aware of the old man's profound medical skills, so she will not lose her mind and lose her direction.

The old man raised his hand to block what Liu Yiting wanted to say.

"Disciple, there are more important things to do as a teacher, he can't die for the time being." The old man took a deep look at Xia Chenxi and said, "Young man, what's your name?"

"Xia Chenxi." Xia Chenxi said calmly.This already contained respect to him, otherwise he would have refused to answer the old man's question.

The old man shouted loudly to the girl: "My lady, his name is Xia Chenxi, but his name is different."

Everyone at the scene was in an uproar, and couldn't help but sigh that this old man is blessed. He is so old that he can marry a young girl who is in his prime. There seemed to be a chill in the place.

Sudden.

The girl disappeared without a trace.

Take a closer look.

She actually moved in front of Xia Chenxi in an instant, and her dull eyes caught Xia Chenxi's Juechen face without blinking. She pointed to Xia Chenxi's beautiful face and said, "It's very similar."

"Not at all, not at all." The old man shook his head repeatedly, pointing at Xia Chenxi's hair and said, "Look, the color is different."

The girl remained silent. She looked like a soulless rag doll, without thinking or thinking, but she was searching for fragments of memory. Finally, she looked at the old man with a disappointed expression and said, "Isn't that the person?"

"No." The old man's tone was a little sad, as if he had gone through countless tribulations: "That person is dead." His voice was vicissitudes of life, as if these words spanned a century.

(End of this chapter)