Shi Qing Xuan Zheng said: "I want to try, see if I can solve the problem myself. Anyway, you have more experience with your Royal Highness, are you free? If not, don't force it."

Prior to this, Shi Qingxuan helped a lot of politeness. At the moment, he needs to be in a hurry. He is seeking for himself. Xie Pity can't push himself to say that he has something to do. But Huacheng is a guest in the distance. I havent played here for a few days. He left. Who will call Huacheng? Although he did not say much.

Just thinking about it, Huacheng supported the lower jaw with one hand and smiled: "My brother is going to swear that the vernacular is really immortal? If you don't dismiss it, can you please me? After all, it is a rare thing, I have never seen it before."

Thanks for your pity: "Hey, Saburo knows me." Good-hearted grateful to him for his thoughtfulness and nodded. Shi Qingxuan also has nothing to say, he naturally knows that Huacheng is not to help him, but the flower city will at least not be troubled, and it will not be bad for him. Thanks again and again: "But the vernacular is really a ghost, I don't know when and where will it reappear?"

Shi Qingxuan: "I don't know, I can't do it. I plan to go to the best restaurant in the Imperial City to go to the banquet, drink him for a hundred and eighty days, and set off firecrackers to sing big drama every day. It will always come out."

Thanks to pity: "This is also a solution, but even if it comes out, it will not be able to grasp it. Knowing yourself and knowing what to do, whether the wind master has checked it, what kind of people are there in the past? How about the style? There are no rules to follow."

Shi Qingxuan: "My brother naturally checked it long ago." He said that he took out a scroll from his sleeve and spread it out. Thanks for giving me a look, I can't help but say: "Great, powerful."

Good guy! This kind of thing is really not too big, the fish are too lazy to hook, the name on the scroll, almost all of them are famous people in the world, and they are all miserable. The ending of each one is a collapse.

The defeat of the army is like a mountain, and the cross sword has been broken. The thousands of wealth have been exhausted, and the three feet have been cleaned up; These people are not lost to the vernacular true fairy, but lost to their inner fear of "lost."

However, there is no emperor on the roster. The true emperor, the body of the self-contained spirit, is not easy to invade. In fact, in general, people who have the potential to fly up will also have a layer of aura shells, so that these ghosts will shun the house. Therefore, Xie pity faintly thinks that Shi Qingxuan is wrapped up in that thing, it is not so simple, and some people are secretly moving. Hands and feet deliberately target him. If this is the case, this person is inevitably not simple, but Shi Qingxuan is eyeing fashion and is a baby, why would it attract such a bad role?

At this time, Huacheng Road: "Can my brother borrow me to see?"

Thanks for giving the scroll to him, said: "Look."

Huacheng only roughly scanned it and said: "Who wrote the scroll?"

Teacher Qingxuan: "My brother. What happened?"

Huacheng put the scroll on the table and said: "Not good. The wrong is outrageous. I suggest that you go back to the furnace to rebuild."

Shi Qingxuan will have to make a decision: "Blood rain and flowers!"

Xie pity took him and apologized: "Sit down, let's sit down. Let's sit down. Forget it, Saburo has always been like this. He didn't mean it."

Shi Qingxuan sat down and suspected himself: "Is it always like this?"

Xie pity turned to Huacheng and asked, "Sanlang, you are wrong, what is wrong?"

Huacheng also leaned back to him, and the two sat close together. Huacheng pointed out a few names and said: "These are wrong."

Thanks for your pity, those few are the overlords of the evil side, saying: "How do you know?"

Huacheng Road: "Because these are my kills."

"..."

Thanks to pity: "Isn't this all suicide?"

Huacheng Road: "Before I started, I asked people to say hello to them first, and they broke their own. I don't know if this is my kill?"

I don't know if this is a killer, but it can be considered very honest. Shi Qingxuan coughed a few times uncomfortably, his mouth was fretting, saying: "Ghosts don't frankly describe in front of the priest how they kill themselves. The ghosts don't want to discuss this kind of problem with the gods in front of other priests. ""

Huacheng pointed out several names and said: "These are also wrong."

Thanks to pity: "Who is this killing?"

Huacheng Road: "Black water kills."

Thanks for your pity, said: "Is that black water mysterious ghost, is it always a low-key?"

Huacheng Road: "It does not mean that he will not kill."

Immediately, he said to the teacher Qingxuan: "The reel that the brother gave you is missing a lot of mistakes. I have no intention of verifying it. Instead, I have a lot of suspicions of distracting my vision. A bunch of rags. So I suggest, tearing up the rewrite."

Shi Qingxuan took back the scroll and said: "My brother won't be like this!" Although the words are pale and weak, the tone is very calm. If you are a younger brother, you shouldnt have to worry about it. Then, there is still a possibility. Xie pity asks: "There is a specialization in the surgery industry. The Navy master should also use the power of others in the verification process. Who is the person on the reel?"

After a moment of hesitation, Shi Qingxuan said: "Ling Wen."

Thank you for your pity, not talking. Although the Lingwen Temple was always inefficient by other temple officials, it did not make so many mistakes. It was simply a perfunctory draft. The relationship between the tumors looks pretty good, at least on the surface. In the end, there are some twists and turns around, I am afraid that outsiders are unclear.

Huacheng leaned back and continued: "How to tell the truth, I will tell you one more: once the fairy tells a prey, it will scribble and remove the roots. Not only will its prey collapse, but the relatives of the prey will also be affected. Its spread. So, the above ones only die oneself, and the relatives and friends are still alive and well, and they are all wrong.

Hearing the words, Shi Qingxuan was pale for a moment. Immediately, he started his spirit again and smiled at Mingyi: "Is it not a Ming brother, you are also dangerous? You are my best friend!"

Mingyi was far away from him, and his face was full of words, "Can I not want you to be your best friend?" Such a move, sitting close to Xie Pity, Huacheng swept his eyes, his eyes like a knife. Seeing Shi Qingxuan at this time did not forget to make a joke, thanking the pity and forbearing Jun can not help but but also faintly saw the uneasiness of the wind division. It is better to say that it is because of uneasiness that it is necessary to use more enthusiasm to restrain. Shi Qingxuan was the fan of the wind, and the fan was five or six times faster than usual. The black hair was messy in the wind. He said, "Let's go now! Go to the most gorgeous high-rise building, and I will take a look." We are so many people, we dare not come out. We have many people, hahahahahaha..."

"..." Thanks to the pity, "You are calming down." After waiting for a while, I still have some small things to deal with."

I dont know how many days to go, two children have two mouths, and a dead ghost attached to a living person cant leave it alone. He wants to find a reliable person in the village to look after, and Huacheng knows everything about him. He said: "If my brother must go, just let go, I have someone. After you leave, you will Someone will look after you."

Thanks for the sigh of relief, said: "There are Laosaburo. It is better to see someone here."

Huacheng also laughed: "Yes. Someone stares at it."

The "looking" and "staring" of the two of them are obviously not the same meaning. However, no one is being pursued. Mingyi moved open to Taiwan, and painted a series of thousands of miles on the ground. The faster the fan of the teacher, the faster the fan, the shadow of the fan has to be invisible, said: "Yes, the Prince of the Prince, just forgot to ask, Who is that at the door? I asked him to provoke him. Is it a human voice to speak?"

Actually, I was asked casually at the end. If I heard the sadness, I would have an angina pectoris. Its true that the pity is not a human voice. He has collected the evil spirits and hearts that are leaning in the corner. He said: "Has he already self-reported?"

Shi Qingxuan: "Why, is that really a green ghost? On that virtue, its better to see it, and its better to see it!"

Thank you for your pity, and briefly talked about a few situations, and told him to keep it secret, especially not to let Lang Qianqiu know. In a few words, Ming Yi also finished a few strokes in a few strokes. The last time the south wind was painted, it was rough for a long time. He was the opposite. He painted very fast, but he did not scribble. In the end, the freehand circle was more neat than the one drawn by the ruler. The word is also Neatly tidy like a seal, thank you for not being secretly surprised.

The formation method was completed, Mingyi said: "Go away." Shi Qingxuan took a breath and blew out the candle.

Huacheng walked in the forefront and the first one went to push the door. The small door was opened "Oh," and it was black-painted outside. It seemed to be connected to an old house that had been abandoned for many years. The air was full of musty and dust.

Behind the flower city is thankful, and whispered the flower city that took the initiative to open the road ahead, then Shi Qingxuan, and finally Mingyi. After he came out, he closed the door with his backhand.

Just as the door was about to close, in the darkness, suddenly a voice came from behind the door. Sen Ran said: "The place you are going to will become a nightmare that you never want to remember again!"

Upon hearing this voice, she prayed out.

The door was smashed by him on the spot. However, after the use of the formation, it was ineffective. The door was not a view of the Bodhisattva, but a pile of broken copper. The violent action provoked the fierce dust, and thanked for a cough. I was glad that I didnt smash the door made by Huacheng. I covered my face with a sleeve: Is that the vernacular true fairy?

Shi Qingxuan clenched the dust and the wind fan, saying: "It's its voice! Is it... always following me?"

Xie pity opened the dust and vetoed: "No. There are three priests in the house, a ghost king. If something has been following you, can we not find it? It must have just arrived."

Mingyi also said: "Calm."

Teacher Qingxuan: "Calm. I am calm. I have calmed down!"

Huacheng is in front of the road: "Calm is necessary, nothing is not necessarily. Does anyone know where this is."

Xie pity looked around and said: "We are not going to the best restaurants in the Imperial City?"

How to see it, this abandoned old house is not like the restaurant in Shiqing Xuankou. The four men turned around and touched the door, but they were locked by several big locks. Xie pity once again slammed, locked, and the door opened. After opening the door, it is not in front of the four people, it is not a slap in the face, it is not a secret scene, but a common town with no bright colors.

Huacheng raised his eyebrows: "The Imperial City should not be like this."

Thanks for the deep feelings of the same, the imperial power of the emperor is not comparable to these small towns, and turned back: "Grand Master, are you drawing a wrong?"

Mingyi said: "No mistakes, the original connection is not here."

Thank you for your understanding. The implication is that the thing moved. This place is what it sent them.