The Princess Consort Has A Lethal Destiny

These peers are enemies, and Xie Qiao also understands.

Especially with regard to this practice, if the opinions are not unified, it is easy to cause major problems.

It's just that if this prince is really allowed to choose, I'm afraid, she should be the one who will be kicked out.

Xie Qiao was not in a hurry, not in a hurry, and smiled: "In that case, senior come first. If the senior cures the person, it will be a great joy. If there is any accident... I'll take a look."

With that said, Xie Qiao left.

But before he left, Xie Qiao called the manager who was looking for her, and took out a talisman: "These two people may not be able to do it, you try to pay more attention to the situation of the young master, if you think it's wrong, take out this talisman. on him."

The manager was a little confused, "You just left?"

"This practice of opening the altar is not a one-and-a-half-minute matter. Is it possible that I have to sit here and wait? I will go to the inn outside to rest and find me if I have something to do." Xie Qiao smiled lightly, Saying that, she just walked away holding her big cock.

The practice of opening the altar, burning incense to worship God.

The things in this little boy's house are very powerful. Although the Taoist priest can't see it, he can still feel it.

Coupled with the troublesome preparations before and after, her staying here will only consume her mind.

Moreover, the King of Ningbei really didn't pay much attention to her, and kept waiting, what should she do if she fainted from exhaustion?

It's better to stay at the inn near this other courtyard, order some good meals and dishes, and fill your stomach, so that you can have the energy to work.

The steward heard that she was going to a nearby inn, and he was relieved: "Then you must not go far?"

He didn't trust the other two masters.

And Master Mo's Fortune Talisman is amazing!

Because of the deposit, Xie Qiao just went to the inn and waited.

At this moment, after the two masters were ready, they began to practice.

The monk was holding a wooden fish, sitting cross-legged, muttering and reciting the scriptures, while the Taoist priest next to him was holding a peach wood sword, as if there was a fire under his feet, and began to dance and play with the sword.

Right in this little boy's yard.

All the windows were opened, and as soon as the practice started, everyone felt that the surroundings seemed to be swooning.

The originally calm weather seemed to be surging at this moment, and the wind was blowing, and the wind rolled the leaves and blew the incense and candles on the shore, which seemed to be infiltrating.

But the weirder the atmosphere, the greater the hope in the hearts of Ning Beiwang and his wife.

Just looking at the Taoist priest spitting fire, the flame was driven by the peach wood sword, it looked very strange.

The Taoist priest kept reciting the incantation, and King Ningbei couldn't understand it. He only vaguely heard "go" several times, but every time, a strange wind blew the flames out.

The speed of the old Taoist priest is getting faster and faster, and the voice is getting deeper and deeper.

With a "bang", a strong wind blew, and the desk with the things on it was directly overturned!

The old Taoist was also hit directly on the ground, and he spat out a mouthful of blood!

"It's not good, it's not good! Little son, little son can't breathe!" The maidservant inside shouted quickly.

As soon as these words came out, King Ningbei's face turned pale and he rushed over quickly, and the steward who had been observing secretly also sneaked into the room while he was in chaos.

The husband and wife saw that their son was moaning, moaning, tossing and turning in pain, sweat dripping on his innocent face, and gasping for breath on his chapped lips. Every mouthful was very difficult!

how so! ?