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MTL - Dressed As a Villain’s Little Trick-Chapter 142
Chi Yu said vaguely: "Original repaired the spiritual aperture for me. My qualifications are good now, and my progress is faster."
In this way, it is not a lie.
Lin Yin did not seem to intend to pursue the matter of advancing too quickly, but instead asked: "What level of power can you reach now?"
Lin Yin took a look at her, as if surprised,
Insanely loyal: "Brother, if you need me to cooperate with you, you can make a noise at any time, the meaning of the imperial city to the Cang family is very important, and it symbolizes imperial power. After the curfew lock, due to the reduction of guards, it will not affect ordinary patrols. I'll blow it up, and I'll be able to vent my anger for the hero who was treated unfairly." The last half of the sentence was vague because of the presence of the baby, "If we leave tomorrow, tonight will be the last chance. "
She was eager to try, not looking like she wanted to fight back, but wanted to take the initiative to do something.
Lin Yin was noncommittal: "As long as you don't get caught, you can blow up whatever you want."
Chiyu felt a sense of relief as he received an official "passport to engage in trouble", and was so excited that he grabbed his hand reservedly, and took a few more sips.
If she had known that he was so accepting of making troubles, she should have crossed the road earlier.
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Royal Hill.
Cang Zhi knelt outside the clean room of Cang Xunbai's ordinary retreat.
Outside the courtyard, thousands of burning lotus lanterns converged on the winding stream to form a galaxy, the light elongated the shadow of his slightly curved back, revealing endless frustration.
I don't know how long it took, the sound of birds flapping their wings came from the sky, from far to near.
Cang Zhi was reminded by the sound, lifted his spirits, and straightened his back.
the neck of the dove.
The owner of that hand is Cang Xunbai,
Cang Xunbai opened the letter in his hand, and read it word by word, his eyes became cold: "This person is hidden deeply."
Cang Zhi thought that he was talking about Lin Yin, and with a stab in his heart, buried his head even lower.
Cang Xunbai did not have the heart to take care of his grandson's frustrated self-esteem. His current thoughts were all on Chi Baobao, and he handed the letter to Cang Zhi: "Obviously he is a low-level disciple, and the demon beside him Beast, in addition to a dragon, there is a phoenix."
The world returns to the heart.
Only Cang Zesheng deserved this kind of treatment, and now it is indeed assigned to an inconspicuous female disciple, and it has not attracted anyone's attention.
Cang Zhi reluctantly suppressed the distracted mind, went to follow Cang Xunbai's thoughts, and read the letter: "No wonder, she has a suggestion from Phoenix, and just now she learned the secret of the Dragon Clan." After a while, pay attention When I got to a detail, I was surprised, "Her identity is fake and can't be verified?"
Cang Xunbai laughed strangely, leaned on the courtyard rail, and sat down slowly.
Behind him, a beautiful woman came out of the darkness in the quiet room.
As soon as he frowned and was about to speak, he saw the woman swaying and walking into the range illuminated by the lotus lantern.
The warm orange light reflected on the woman's face, but it couldn't bring her any anger,
She opened her empty eyes, the bottom of which was dark, like a walking corpse puppet.
Cang Zhi was surprised: "This is..."
Cang Xunbai leaned against the railing and did not respond.
The walking corpse puppet opened its mouth dumbly and replied, "Yan Lan."
Cang Zhi was puzzled: "Yan Lan?" His eyes swept across the dress on the woman's body, and slowly recalled, "Are you a disciple of Lanxi?"
Cang Xunbai: "She is the person beside Lin Yin."
Cang Zhi: "Then why is she here with you?"
"She came to tell me something about Nanyuer." Cang Xunbai leaned against the railing and looked from afar, the lotus lanterns on the stream echoed the galaxy, it was hard to tell whether it was true or false, "Nanyuer Her real name is Chi Yu, she is the daughter of the city lord of a small city. The strange thing is that Nan Yu'er is at the level of Xuanxian, while Chiyu is a cultivator of the level of Earth Immortal..."
Cang Zhi: "How is this possible? Once the spiritual orifice is abolished, there is absolutely no possibility of it being repaired. I'm afraid this Yan Lan lied to deceive you, right?"
"I thought so too, so I searched her soul." Cang Xunbai smiled, "I originally wanted to investigate the authenticity of Chiyu's identity, but I didn't want to call up a big fish. …”
Cang Zhi raised his head: "Big fish?"
"Lin Yin is a half-demon, impersonating the identity of the eldest young master of the Lin family, but actually controls Youzhou, and has preserved a lot of half-demon blood for him to use." Cang Xun Bai caressed Holding his palm, "Yan Lan doesn't even know what her status as the head of the family is. I remember seeing such a genius 20 years ago, with Linyin's age, outstanding aptitude, and even appearance. Right number one."
Cang Zhi was slightly startled,
Twenty years ago, the one Jinling wanted to befriend was the young son of the Luoshui Nan clan, who was leaning towards the south.
"Nan Shiqing, he is not dead?! Then he came back now to..."
Cang Xunbai looked at Cang Zhi indifferently: "It's just a god, so you are so afraid, how can you be the young master of Jinling?"
Cang Zhi's chest stagnated and he lowered his head.
"Fortunately, it was early."
The snow pigeon in Cang Xunbai's hand was released by him, and fluttered its wings and flew out, "If it weren't for the people around him who had a different heart, who would have thought that such a person would still be lurking in Tianyuan Continent. Cancer. I already know Qiu Yanzun, he will clear the door, and we don't need to take action. You just need to watch them closely and don't let them notice the abnormality. "
Cang Zhi bowed down: "Yes."
The night wind blows and the water ripples.
A wisp of Chiyu's consciousness controlled Bodhi, and unexpectedly heard this conversation.
The whole person is not well.