Mistress, I Was Wrong

Small bean sprouts are stationed next to their own tree, chubby paper is not willing to leave, want to stay by. But before, chubby paper showed a hand, the flame of the ground made the ghost tree family horrified, so when it appeared again, it was expelled from the place ten meters away.

When Dongmei Minghui went to see it, one person and a group of tree vines squatted. She was a little bit screaming and laughing. After greeted the ghost face tree, Xiaopeng Paper was allowed to move to a place three meters away from the small bean sprouts. Even so, two There are also large vine branches separated by people, and those branches are intertwined and staggered like a mess.

"Do not attack with fire, or you will be attacked by them."

"it is good."

After confirming that the bean sprouts were safe and sound, she returned to the place where the seven sisters had trained. A large piece of land is left with **** that is eroded by the gas of death. The ground is a bit of black, and the gas of death seems to have penetrated into the soil a little bit. In the long run, the trees of the back hills will be eroded.

She even heard a lot of conscious trees mourn, she hesitated, went forward and comforted a little.

"Seven sisters."

"Ok?"

"I want to go to the place where the death has broken out before."

Under the leadership of Qianyuyu, Dongfang Minghui saw the Shura field of Qianshan Houshan, the Shura field of plants, and many hundred-year-old trees all withered at the moment of the outbreak of death. So far, some of the remains of the tree remain. When I touched it a little, it was gone.

It can be seen that at the moment of the disaster, they have no chance to escape from the roots. The big trees are carrying small trees and the rattans are intertwined, which seems to give the final protection.

The gas of death in the soil has not dissipated. When she stepped in, she was contaminated by a small amount of death. The things that I had to climb in, the teeth and claws, even a small flaw, also contained Terrible erosion instinct.

A thousand 婉 手 hand took a shot, the gas of death broke into her body along her palm, disappeared, "Nine sisters, this place is not for you."

Dongfang Minghui also knew that he should not manage these trivial things, but after witnessing the foundation of the thousand families, she did not want to ruin the backyard of the thousand families. "Seven sisters, so long-term, thousands of Houshan will become another death valley. ”

The bones of the earth are everywhere, and the gas of death spreads throughout the mountains.

Oriental Minghui walked step by step to the center of the dead species. The gas of death at the foot was swallowed by the thousands of jade, just sticking, and soon disappeared, and the cold and hot feelings from the soles of the feet Directly through her brain.

Qian Yuyu naturally knows this fact, but in fact she can't interfere with anything. She is a dark spiritual master. How can we make this back mountain back to the grand occasion of that year?

"what are you going to do!"

"Seven sisters, my blood has the effect of returning to life, can make plants recover and reborn, I heard their painful pleading, please allow me to do something for them." Oriental Minghui's fingertip knife in the palm of his hand, hand tight Holding a fist, those blood ran down one of her fists, two drops, three drops... low in the dark soil under her feet, and soon gathered into a small circle, the blood penetrated into the soil a little bit.

Thousands of jade brows wrinkled tightly. Every time I saw each other's blood, she had a deep sense of powerlessness. Looking at the blood of the small beach, she grabbed the other's wrist. "Enough."

Oriental Minghui raised his face. Laughing, "Seven sisters, you have to find a way to make me more."

What to make up? Nature is blood.

Thousands of jade jade pulled an old long face, and the whole body exudes the breath of the stranger. When I came back, I took the dark spirits and continued to train. Everyone looked at each other and did not dare to say anything. The wooden sneak sneaked away. Come over and ask, "Ming Hui, where have you just gone?"

Oriental Minghui laughed and revealed two rows of white teeth, "secret."

Musheng: "..." always feels that Minghui is more like a jade sister, how to do it.

"Is there any interest in following me today?" Xuanzhu, who has been working hard to reduce the sense of existence, suddenly inserted a sentence. Her hood turned to the Oriental Minghui. Although she did not show her face, everyone knew that it was right. Oriental Minghui said.

"sure."

Oriental Minghui does not really like to see Xuanzhu's hobby of collecting skeletons. The skeleton represents death and darkness. It is contrary to the path of her cultivation. She will probably be more cranky. However, she thinks that Xuanzhu should be looking for someone to accompany him.

When Situ Haogang stood up, he was stepped on by Bai Lu, and he almost mourned his pain. When the reaction came, Oriental Minghui and Xuanzhu had already gone far.

"Xiaorou, why are you stepping on me, it hurts."

"The pain is long-term." Bai softly snorted, turned his head and took a big knife, and took the initiative to approach the side of Qian Yuyu. "I always want to compete with you. It is better to hit the sun than to choose the day." Nowadays."

Bairou has always been decisive, simply.

Part of the reason why Qian Yuyu appreciates her is because of her character, not dragging her water, "good."

Situ Hao no longer has time to manage the affairs of the Oriental Minghui. He heard his wife marry him to challenge the thousands of jade, and now he is scared of nothing. "Xiaorou, you-"

Bairou pushed him straight away. "Women talk, men don't interrupt."

Situ Hao and Mu Sheng, Lien and others who were inexplicably lying on the gun licked their mouths, or just watched, don't let go.

——

Oriental Minghui had seen a picture of a white bone truss before, so she could treat it with the normal person's mentality for what Xuanzhu had to do next. After reading it a few times, I couldn't help but ask, "Why is it every time?" Want to drop a drop of blood to them?"

Xuanzhu remembered that Qian Qianyu had mocked her before, and immediately said, "Like your spiritual masters receive spiritual bonds and sign contracts, I can count them as well, but you have restrictions. There is only one contract partner, but I can have a lot." ”

Oriental Minghui nodded lightly, but he did not admire at all. Although she can only have one contract partner, it is also a lively jump. These little friends of Xuanzhu can be more peculiar, can't talk, can't communicate, and may be blown out of their heads at any time.

The partners are expensive, not much.

"When I refine the undead of the king, I will not be easily broken."

"..."

"So, sister, I want to ask you to do me a favor."

Sure enough, waiting for her here.

Oriental Minghui is not clear, "What do you need me to do?"

"Refining the king's undead, I need a lot of spiritual implants, you can help me find them." Although Xuanzhu is a pharmacist, she only inherits the Lajin priest's partial doctor, she collected the spiritual plant. Most of them are already dried, the medicinal properties in Lingzhi are greatly reduced, and the mortality rate of her planting is very high, which makes her somewhat restrained when doing a lot of things.

"It turned out to be the case."

"Ok."

"I need to discuss this with the seven sisters." The refining of the king's undead is definitely a lot of medicine. Although there are channels in the East Minghui, there are a lot of spiritual plants, but these are all magical plants. .

"whatever."

The next day, Dongfang Minghui saw that Xuanzhu did not bother to let the empty skeletons kill each other, and finally one. So repeated, when she reached the last tenth place, she simply sat on a big tree and looked at it.

At the beginning, it was quite good, but when the bones began to truss and smashed each other, suddenly an empty skeleton flew toward the Xuanzhu. The five claws seemed to attack the Xuanzhu and sit in the tree. On the Eastern Minghui almost scared to fall, "I rely on, Xuanzhu you hide."

Xuanzhu went backwards and escaped smoothly.

But the white skeleton does not seem to give up. After a blow, it will be a blow.

"Small color, this empty skeleton should be fine."

"Ok."

The small-colored vines smashed in the past, and in the back, they held up the hands and ankles on the empty skeleton. Even the head was tied to one. After the white skeleton struggled, it did not move. It is.

Dongfang Minghui jumped down from the tree and walked over. "Xuanzhu, are you okay?"

Xuanzhu shook his head, and all his attention was placed on the empty skeleton in front of her. She looked at it carefully. "Good, I finally found a conscious one."

Oriental Minghui feels that this bone is more special than other rigid bones. It also knows that the thief first smashes the king. "It seems a bit clever."

Xuanzhu patted the hand of the skeleton, and a drop of blood was printed on the skeleton body, and soon fell into it. After Xuanzhu took another part of it, each shot had a drop of blood, a total of five drops of blood, and the last time did not enter the frontal bone of the skeleton.

"what is this?"

"This can be refined into a thousand-level undead, very potential."

"Do you want to pick up the king level every time you need it?" Oriental Minghui thought of the scene just now, it is also thrilling, if the Xuanzhu is unprepared, or encounter a more powerful skeleton, this is Take your own life to refine the king's undead.

"of course."

"Xuanzhu."

Xuanzhu looked up and looked at her. "What?"

Dongfang Minghui shook his head and shook his head. He once guessed the other party for a while with the heart of the villain. "You should still be behind you, you are a crispy pharmacist, otherwise it is very dangerous."

Xuanzhu had a word for the bones, and he squatted for a while. "You can let your spirits go."

The little color roared in the sea of ​​souls, "I am not a spiritual pet!"

Oriental Minghui is not at ease, after repeated determination, let the small color relax.

The skeleton that was still strongly resisted has now become a skeleton that has not been moved. With the instructions of Xuanzhu, they have led it back.

After going back, Oriental Minghui reported the matter of Xuanzhu and Qian Yuyu, "Seven sisters, Xuanzhu she -"

When Qian Yuyu saw her face hesitation and worry, she could guess what the other party wanted to say and looked at the empty skeletons behind Xuanzhu. "She wants revenge now. It is not a good thing. I always thought she followed. It’s a mistake for Lajin’s priest to go, but it doesn’t seem to be all right now.”

"I don't think it is good for Lajin priest to treat her." Oriental Minghui felt that Xuanzhu had become too much, and that the innocent and pure princess in the impression was completely two sides, because this change made her always beware, she was afraid of Xuanzhu.

That is absolutely fatal to the seven sisters.

"Things can't just look at the surface." With the help of the Lajin priest, this skill of refining the undead is given to Xuanzhu. I am afraid that she really treats her.

"Maybe."

"You take the green to the Yuntiange or the mercenary group to see, maybe you can help Xuanzhu get the magic plant she needs as soon as possible."

"Ok."

Before the Minghui walked away, he looked strangely at the Millennium Jade, and looked at the other side with a strange look.

Qian Yuyu smiled and looked down, whispered. "Look again, don't leave."

"..."

Dongfang Minghui was scared away by the shameless realm of the Seven Sisters. When he went out, he felt that he was, and the Seven Sisters seemed to grow taller. "I actually forgot to ask how the White Group is doing! Really."

The small color smoked her meal. "I am still going to get some magic plants. You don't give me ghosts. You should always ask me to find a few magic plants to improve."

Oriental Minghui: "..." has to kill each other.

——

With the picking, she went to Yuntiange first, and after purchasing some magic plants, she ran a mercenary group. The mercenary group had a little quiet, much quieter than the one they came before. The only constant is that the smell of a lot of flavors came in at the door, and she even smelled a sweat.

On the bulletin board of the mercenary group's trade unions, the tasks they released in a few months were still high above them, and there are no other tasks beyond them.

"The two girls are coming to release the mission or-"

"Publish the mission."

The task of the release of Oriental Minghui is also quite high. The mercenary group needs to go through the dark forest to reach the magic sea field, in order to find the magic plants that she said, the magic plant grows on the border of death, and if you want to pick the magic plant, you need to deal with death.

Although the mercenary group’s people are walking on the border of death, it does not mean that they are not afraid of death.

Therefore, when Dongfang Minghui heard the small color and grasped the magic sea, she felt the feeling of a pill. Sure enough, after she said her request and the person of the special stage, she heard a sigh of relief and a short time in the military corps hall. Quiet.

"is it not OK?"

“The difficulty factor of the task needs to be assessed. If the difficulty factor is very high, I am afraid that the reward will be multiplied.”

Oriental Minghui remembered the innocence of the previous seven sisters, and now he is also a hero, "Review."

If it is able to help Xuanzhu refine the king's undead, at least in the face of the death of the spiritual master, there is still a layer of grasp, life is gone, these Lingshi no more use. She stayed for a while in the mercenary union.

Soon, the person posted the evaluation difficulty factor.

Dongfang Minghui saw the two Ss without any surprise. When the salary was raised to the same amount as before, um, then added a number in it. After she wrote it, she felt very funny.

"No, it's a double S-level mission."

"The last time they were eager to do the task, the result was that the nine teams went. At present, the four teams are coming back, and it is said that a team that comes back does not know what to do, and when they see people, they bite and go crazy."

"Forget it."

Dongfang Minghui listened to the gossip on the side, then walked out slowly, and Qing Qing saw her a lot of thoughts, and when she was worried about the things of the magic plant, "Nine girls, don't worry, just give the reward High, someone will complete the task."

There is a famous saying in the world, called - money can make a ghost.

Dongfang Minghui lamented a sigh. Before the task of tearing the tears of the Terran, she felt that it would not be very good. After all, the inside of the Terran is rectifying, and it is not necessary to see human beings. But she did not expect that this group of mercenaries would encounter such a large block.

Nine teams went, and now the four teams are back. The loss of this kind of loss is really too high. The remaining five teams are better if they are still alive. If all -

Seeing that the five-month time is coming, the tears of the Yi people have not yet landed, and the Oriental Minghui can't help but start to worry.

"I hope so."

"桀桀桀-"

Dongfang Minghui suddenly heard such a voice that was not yin and yang, and suddenly the hair was erected, and he was wary of a dream. If he forgot that there was still a perverted Molu, she quickly rushed to pick the green and ran forward.

"Nine girls."

"Go away."

Picking up the hand of the Oriental Minghui, "Nine girls go first."

Molu stood in the distance not far ahead, and looked at them with yin measurement. "Run."

Dongfang Minghui can't gamble that this will not kill the green, and she escaped once, the next time it is difficult to not go out, think of this layer, simply do not go, "Mu Ye, why bother me This junior?"

"The little girl promised that my blood sacrifice has not yet been honored. I can only take you to the blood to sacrifice my battle."

"It's really a metamorphosis." Oriental Minghui said in the soul sea, "Hey and Xiaoguang are not by my side, there is no way to save."

"Mu Ye is afraid of misunderstanding. The seven sisters have been busy with Mo Ye recently. How can they be called not fulfilled? What's more, the time limit agreed with Mo Ye has not yet arrived. Mo Ye should be patient and so on." Dongfang Minghui laughed. He said that he was doing a 'quick away' gesture toward the young man behind him.

"She was caught." The little color had no choice but to inform in the soul of the sea. "There are two ways for you to choose. One is to run immediately, no matter what else. The second is-"

"Uh--"

When the Oriental Minghui looked back, he saw an unusually familiar person, and suddenly he was half-hearted. He was stunned by Moze’s face, and he was smiling and holding a sword rack on the neck of the picking green. Said to her, "Long time no see."

They really haven't seen each other for a long time.

Self-sufficient Longgu Yiwu, Oriental Minghui thought that this life will not see this person again, and now the ghosts are still here. Her mouth twitched. "Let her go, I will go with you."

......

Molu smiled a little, and then he was embarrassed. The kind of laughter seemed to come from under the ground, and the people who heard it were creepy.

Oriental Minghui glanced at Molu, and then glanced at the people's good intentions. In the heart, he wondered how these two people would hook together. She walked in the middle and wanted to escape and was estimated to be caught. "Mu Ye, Meng Ruo. Yu is dead and can't die anymore. Where do you want to take me?"

"Blood sacrifice."

"dream!"

No need to use her to test again, the results of Mo Lu and Wen Ren Liang Zhi have confirmed that the relationship between them is very unreliable.

Molu heard the rebuttal, and he was very unhappy and looked back and heard the good man.

Dongfang Minghui looked forward to the two people just playing, so that she had a chance to escape.

As a result, Molu suddenly smiled, and then reached out with lightning, and the five fingers were placed on her shoulders.

The hand of Wen Liangzhi also hit the Minghui of the East.

Oriental Minghui felt that the whole person had vacated and returned to God. She has been taken out of the five-meter range by Molu, standing on a roof and watching the people's conscience, "boy, dare to play tricks with me."

If you can't get a blow, you won't be annoyed. "Nine girls, do you still remember the oriental family?"

Oriental Minghui is negotiating with his friends in the soul of the sea. It is safer to fall into the metamorphosis of Molu, or it is safer to fall into the hands of the death sorcerer, and the answer is ——

"what!"

Molu snorted and took the Oriental Minghui away without saying anything. Finally, they stopped at a particularly gloomy place on the outskirts of Dream Capital.

Oriental Minghui first smelled a stench, and she was no stranger to this rancid smell. However, this place is in line with the unconventional aesthetic style. After all, the other party has always been evil. "Mu Ye, what is this place?"

"you guess?"

Don't make trouble, guess what to guess, she suspects that Molu’s words are not jokes at all. Oriental Minghui walked a few steps, and unexpectedly found a piece of white bone that had been corroded. Another section of the white bone had traces of being smashed. When I went forward, I saw a lot of bodies and piled up like mountains.

Fortunately, she is also a person who has experienced great winds and waves. Seeing that these still do not change color, I feel that the smell is unbearable.

"Don't get close." Xiaoyue reminded, "This should be the people who were infected with death before the city."

"No." Dongfang Minghui always thought that the bodies were disposed of, and the result was actually discarded in the wilderness by the people. This would cause the death gas to finally settle in the mud and destroy the land. Don't talk about long grass, if you don't get it, you won't be able to get a job.

Molu was sullen, "How come you don't call?"

After the Oriental Ming Lake brain circuit turned a big bend, I realized what this metamorphosis wants to do. I immediately pretended to be afraid of it, and screamed, "Oh, it’s terrible~"

Molu: "..."

The little color and the pig fairy grass almost smirked in the sea of ​​souls.

After Ming Minghui’s call, another serious story, “Mu Ye, sincerely give a proposal, this place is not suitable for refining the blood sacrifice.”

The implication is that don't let her blood sacrifice.

Molu directly reached out to pick up the bodies, and picked a few of them in front of her, and laughed a few times.

Oriental Minghui witnessed the means of Mo metamorphosis, and now in the soul of the sea, "I am blinding my vision, this metamorphosis must be like killing chickens and monkeys, I want to beg for mercy."

Soon, she was dark in front of her eyes.

Oriental Minghui blinked and stared at the front with no expression, listening to the guidance of the small color, where to look, where the eyeballs squatted.

"The metamorphosis is coming, holding things in your hand."

"Ok."

She can even smell the smell of blood and rancid smell. The metamorphosis is metamorphosis. It is specially done to do things that others can't accept. Before I put it, I can't say that I can get a forensic doctor to Dangdang, dissect what I have, and I am first-class. The child is too heavy, is it impossible for Mo Ye to want to use it for barbecue?"

eat?

Molu looked at the disgusting Bala in his hand. He didn't feel disgusted with others, but he was disgusted to himself, and then he threw things away. "Hey, little dolls are good."

The Oriental Minghui shivered, and it was true and false. "Mo Ye, I am actually afraid."

With the help of small colors and pig grass, she quickly gained the upper hand on the road of Molu's disgusting people. Anyway, if something is wrong, she will shield her own vision, or else she can smell. When the other party stopped, she looked at the land selected by Molu, and curiously said, "The last time Mo Ye said that he owed a dream, but he wants to kill you. Is it important that this person is more important than his life?"

"Ah--"

"Why, Mo Ye is going to bring this thing into the coffin."

"You are too curious about the little dolls." Molu said with a deep meaning, his eyes were stunned and he was a bit sharp.

"I can't help curiosity. After all, I am one of the victims. Meng Ruoyu wants to catch me. Although he is already dead, isn't the dreamer still there?" Oriental Minghui feels that this is a coincidence of the smell of good people. It's a bit strange.

She said to her friends in the sea of ​​souls, "I suspect that the dreamer can't wait for my reply, so I will let the people follow me and threaten me and force me to make a decision."

The small-colored scorpion beats the pig grass with vines. "Not like it."

Pig Xiancao disagreed. "Don't forget the box that the dream prophet sent."

Dongfang Minghui remembered that the brocade box was even more awkward, and the dreamer could not be clean, so the other party must be associated with the group of death sorcerers. "I just heard people's good intentions remind me of the oriental family. Is it something that he has in his hands?" ”

The Oriental family has long since ceased to exist. Even if there is anything, the original cousin has already handed over the most important things to her.

She racked her brains and thought that she only thought of one person at the end.

"Two ladies."

"Ah, my mother."

When Molu saw her, she was shocked and her expression was very vivid. Suddenly she changed her mind. "It’s no problem to tell you. The dream ancestors once mentioned our Mo family in the generation of my great-grandfather and taught us a kind of Mojia. Although the practice method is somewhat evil, but the Mo family was at the end of the road, she always remembered the kindness of the dreamer. The little girl, although the dream is dead, but I am afraid of the dream of the dreamer. also."

Oriental Minghui: "..."

"Would you like to take me here?" It is better to send it directly to the dreamer. It is better than she has been speculating here, just as she has a book to settle with the dreamer.

"I'm happy."

Molu has been unreasonably playing cards.

Dongfang Minghui couldn't help but start to think deeply. The dreamer's 'prophet' is nothing but a scorpion. The other party is not a good idea. It is no wonder that Mo's family has become such a person. The appearance of the ghost is still almost a broken grandson.

Whether this is hatred or grace, I am afraid that only the dream prophet knows.

"Mu Ye, it is better for us to make a deal."

"Ok?"

——

Dream house.

When the Oriental Minghui stood at the door of a dream outside the dream house, the door was opened. A man dressed in a small dress was respectful and respectful. "Nine girls are coming to visit, there is a far-reaching welcome, it is a sin, please."

"Pretend to be a ghost." She whispered and strode into the dream house. "I knew this, I should use this golden finger to do a career."

For example, get a rose building that is better than the seven sisters, collect the information of the entire seven-color continent, and be an unscrupulous **** operator, let everyone worship. Just imagine, she feels exciting.

After listening to the small color, I couldn’t help but smile. "Don’t dream."

Xiaoyan led the way ahead. Oriental Minghui seriously looked at the plants planted by the dreamer on both sides of the road. He found that many of the plants had opened their minds, and they talked in an orthogonal way, but their mental state was not very good. The wilting, the voice is soft and soft, do not listen carefully, do not notice their existence.

"Small color."

"Look at me."

The small-colored vines moved out from the back of the Oriental Minghui without any sound, and they suddenly plunged into the grass.

The little cockroaches in front did not feel it at all. The pace took her calmly to the room where the dream prophet used to receive the guests. The green vine-wrapped lodge, next to the flower buds and the lingering buds, was a very warm and warm style. The place.

The grass around them has become pitted, and some of them are even bald, and they seem to have encountered inhuman treatment.

The feeling of the whole is completely destroyed.

"Come on, nine girls, the prophet is waiting for you inside."

"it is good."

Pushing the door open, the vines on the roof are alive, and the vine branches are interspersed back and forth, as if to show something. Dongfang Minghui did not agree. When she came for the first time, these vines could be smashed at the top of the house. Even a few green canes fell down and they were very natural.

The dream prophet, as always, is soaking in hot tea, and the elegant tea is pouring water. This series of movements is very skilled, that is, the body is not too strong, and occasionally coughs up twice, it looks like a disease, and It is like the kind of long-lost illness.

Oriental Minghui smashed, and this prospect coincided with a few years ago. "The Prophet is good and elegant."

"Nine girls, sit."

"The body of the prophet seems to be weaker than in previous years. The prophet is so intelligent, and knows many secrets that are unknown. Have you ever been a good fortune?"

The hand of the dream prophet’s cup shook, and he smiled calmly. “If you count it, you can’t live thirty.”

Oriental Minghui slightly lamented the sigh. "I heard that all the prophets of the thousand families were condemned for voyeurism. I don't know if this is true or false."

As soon as I heard the word ‘the heavenly condemnation’, the dream prophet slammed the teacup on the table. “Where did the Nine Girls hear it?”

"The prophet is angry, I like this gossip, many of them are listening to gossip, but there is a gossip more bizarre, I don't know if the prophet heard it." Oriental Minghui smiled and looked at the dream prophet.

The dream prophet frowned.

Dongfang Minghui continued to say no matter what he did not care, as if he did not see the pale face of the other party. "It is said that a long time ago, about a hundred years ago, people with a family of people were good at communicating with plants, and their lives were with plants, so this family fell. The name is called Wanshou. You don’t think that the name is very good. They all say that the life is good to support. The people of this family care about everything and hope that life will live with the world. However, the good patriarch of this family got a As for the treasure, the result attracted the greed of a greedy tribe, who was the same group of foreign enemies, and ruthlessly destroyed the entire ethnic group, but the heavens had eyes. In the end, the patriarch cursed the greedy traitor with his own blood donation."

"The cursing of their children and grandchildren will not be thirty years old."

Dongfang Minghui finished the breath, took the tea, sniffed the smell, the tea smell was very strong, but it was not the one she liked. She picked it up and gently put it down, then immediately looked at the opposite dream prophet with interest.

There was a short silence in the room, half a ring, and the dream prophet slowly said, "The story of Nine Girls is quite wonderful."

Dongfang Minghui did not know that he immediately admitted that after all, not everyone can accept his own faults. "It is a coincidence that the dreamer seems to live 30 times per generation. Oh, no, I am wrong."

Dream prophet clasped the teacup.

"Dream, he seems to have broken this curse."

"Nine girls."

"Why, isn't the prophet not wanting to live? After all, everyone has the right to choose their own life. It is a lot of pain to be bound from the beginning of life, and there are some things that have nothing to do with the prophet, but I want the prophet to bear all this.” Oriental Minghui said with a smile, “Dream, he would dare to abandon your dreamer, push the responsibility of the dreamer to you, and choose a completely different path. You see, he at least Lived thirty."

Although the living person is not human, the ghost is not a ghost.

The dream prophet suddenly laughed hahahaha. The laughter was both fragile and crazy. The plain and unremarkable eyes suddenly got a trace of resentment. "It seems that you all know, I should call you a girl." Still a few masters of the Wanshou family?"

Oriental Minghui looked at him with his hands around his chest. "I have a very curious thing."

After the dream prophet laughed, he coughed desperately, as if to cough up all his heart and lungs.

She even smelled a **** smell. It seems that the last prophet of this dreamer is probably knowing that she is dying.

"Excuse me."

"The dreamer bears the sins of the Wanshou family and should have endured the anger of heaven, but you have miraculously stood firm in the dream city, so lively, so I think, what are you using? The way to transfer the sin of the dreamer to another place."

The dream prophet’s mouth smirked, which is another sin of the dreamer.

"I was recently entangled in Mo's metamorphosis. I heard from his mouth that your dreamer had a good grace for Mo, and not only saved them, but also contributed generously. So I guess, Mojia The child is dying, and even the grandson of the broken child, in fact, is caused by the transfer of sin by the dreamer."

Molu, who was overhearding outside, almost smashed a piece of turf. Fortunately, fortunately, he still has a white son.

Dongfang Minghui didn't want to be so skeptical. She always thought that Mo's family owes a dream to a strange debt. The strange thing is that the dreamer is like a high-cold Gaoling flower. Apart from the royal family, she never makes friends.

Do you have a personal relationship with Mo Jia, should normal people not have a good relationship with Mo Jia?

What, in the past few years, the dreamer and the Mo family basically did not come and go, even the basic nod of greetings did not hit, it was too strange.

If Molu said that the dreamer had the grace of giving birth to the law, she would not understand, if the practice is so good, how can it be given to others.

"You already know, and ask me what to do?" The calmness of the face of the dream prophet has been put down, replaced by a look of embarrassment, and the look of the face twisted toward the Minghui Road, "Just asked me nine times. I have thought about giving up everything in my dreams. I can tell the nine girls your answer."

The Oriental Minghui body tilted slightly backwards.

"I thought, self-accepting dreamers know that dreamers are the root of sin, but these have anything to do with me! I am innocent, I have never done those things." Dream prophet growled, said such a sentence, that thin The body is still hard to breathe, and the chest rises and falls. "I don't want to die, my life has just begun."

From the beginning of the joy of taking over the dreamer, to discovering the grief of the whole thing, the dream prophet has been forbearing for a long time. The closer to the number of thirty, his life is full of dead air.

Until the dream of Yu Yu appeared.

The deserter who should have inherited the dreamer appeared as a death sorcerer. The dream prophet suddenly had a little hope in addition to resentment.

Someone broke the curse of the dreamer, just as the dreamer used the family of Mojia to escape sin.

He can continue to survive.

"Don't be excited, don't be excited, don't be excited, or you may not even be able to live more than 30." Oriental Ming Hui comforted, and quickly picked up the box, pushed it on the table, opened the road, "Prophet I sent this gift, I don't understand it very well."

"Ha, it seems that Miss Qian Jiasan did not tell you."

"what?"

Although she had known that the Seven Sisters had something to do with themselves, she couldn’t help but see the dream of the Prophet.

The dream prophet took the finger bone and put it in his hand to play, like a smile, a flash of light flashed in his eyes. "Do you know who this finger is?"

Oriental Minghui looked at the white bones and looked at his slightly delighted eyes, swallowing his mouth with difficulty,