The priest who was exposed by Wenjiu was not annoyed, but he still looked at Wenjiu with a smile and said, "Don't talk about me, girl, didn't you recognize me? We are each other."

"Who knows you can shrink so much?" Wen Jiu was also a little puzzled. Wasn't this old man quite a big eater in Daqi before? Why did he feel like he has become a different person in China, peacefully cutting flowers in the garden every day.

"Yes, yes, I can shrink!" The priest who looked at Wenjiu in anger continued, "I want to not shrink, stand in front of you directly and say I am your master. According to your little character, I will not be chopped by you?"

"Well, it will." Wen Jiu nodded openly. If he really came to the Wen family, the priest would admit his identity. Wen Jiu might really give this person a knife directly. You said that there was no such coincidence in this world. The master of Daqi passed away and then came to China. Fortunately, he accidentally came to the Wen family before himself.

If you say that there is nothing shameful about it, Wen Jiu will not believe it no matter what.

"I just know, hum." The priest who gave Wen Jiu a cold snorkeling began to look Wen Jiu seriously and said, "Girl, you are much stronger."

"Of course." Wenjiu confidently raised her chin towards the priest.

"However, how can you get all the evil things?" The priest stood up with his hands on his back and bent down to look at Wen Jiu's head, and said, "This blood hairpin can disperse spiritual power, and can also gather spiritual power."

"Isn't that a good thing?" It can disperse spiritual power? That is, so many ghosts were attracted to it just now because this hairpin can disperse spiritual power. What's wrong? Why does she think that this hairpin is actually attracting herself?

"What a f*ck!" The priest who shook his sleeves paced back and forth, saying, "Do you know that this thing is a good thing to gather spiritual power, but it is the spiritual power of gathering living creatures, and it is a evil thing that goes against the will of heaven."

"But it's very peaceful now." Wen Jiu raised his eyebrows and looked at the priest and said, "Well, but does this thing need to be controlled by people to gather spiritual power and disperse spiritual power?"

"This thing has a spirit, exactly the same as the one on your wrist." The priest's implication is that this thing does not require human control at all, and it is good to not control people just this evil thing.

Why did the priest who couldn't figure it out waited on Wen Jiu's head and said, "You said, you are such a little girl, why did you come to you all those things?"

"Oh." As long as you know that there is no Lord behind this thing, you will feel relieved. However, even if you have Lord, it should be yours after you are in your hands.

"Oh what!" The priest who was quite disappointed with the iron, subconsciously grabbed his beard, and just touched the empty priest and shook his sleeves and said, "This thing damages the good deeds. You said you, by the way, have you said that you will tell me who gave you this thing after you get Abi? Now can you tell me?"

"Wrong." Wen Jiu slowly bent her eyebrows and looked at the priest and said, "I mean, if you return Abi to me with your own hands, I will tell you, but, old man, don't forget that in the end, Abi was obtained by your female disciple exchanging the fate of Daqi with me."

"No, you have come to China. Am I not curious? Why did this thing come with you?" The priest was a little confused. Why did this thing follow his little disciple? Why couldn't such an outstanding little disciple get rid of this thing?

"I don't know..." Wen Jiu, who shrugged, looked at the priest and said, "When I woke up from Zhao Jiu, Abi was on my wrist."

Thinking of Wen Jiu, who suddenly recalled something bad, his face changed, and he suddenly looked at the priest seriously and said, "Prince, do you know Si Mu? Do you know Si Gu and Si Wu?"

"Si Mu? Are you the nominal master?" The priest who scratched his head held his back and lowered his head for thought, "That boy was raised by me when he was naked. He went out to travel after he was fifteen years old. But I don't know how he is traveling now. Speaking of which, the boy's talent is not much different from you... Why did you suddenly ask him? He met him in Daqi?"

"No." Wen Jiu shook his head, and his pair of dark and transparent eyes looked at the priest without blinking, and he didn't look like a lying look while talking.

Because when teaching Wenjiu Qimen Dunjia, the girl's eyes also looked at her. The priest who didn't think Wenjiu's eyes were wrong for a moment continued to recall: "I have never heard of Si Gu and Si Wu. Could it be that boy got married? He still had two children?"

"No." He interrupted the priest's unreliable thoughts without any mercy. Wen Jiu bulged his cheeks and looked at the priest with considerate thoughts and said, "I met Si Mu in China. He seemed to have come to China earlier, because he also has a sister with a thousand-year-old soul here, named Si Wu!"

"What?" The priest said in surprise and immediately stopped walking back and forth. He stood in front of Wenjiu and frowned and said, "Girl, are you sure you didn't admit it? No, girl, that kid Si Mu is just your nominal master. You have never seen him. Hahaha, I understand, you must be teasing me."

"Who said I had never seen it?" The warm wine raised his eyebrows and raised his lips at the priest leisurely and said, "Didn't you always want to know who gave Abi to me? I know him earlier than you, old man!"

Seeing the priest who had suddenly become petrified and his mouth was so open that he could stuff an egg, the little panic that was drawn by Si Mu in Wen Jiu's heart disappeared without a trace.

Wen Jiu, who smiled slightly, raised his hand and rubbed his eyes that could not be opened. He paused his arm and then looked at his palm. Without thinking, he directly stretched out his five fingers and spread them in front of the priest and said, "Old man, you have never taught me, how do you calculate this palm line?"

"What's the calculation?" The priest who looked down at Wenjiu's palm print casually waved at Wenjiu and said, "You're lucky. Don't always count. People have to be surprised if they live a lifetime. At a young age, they know so much about what to do. Go and play."

The priest who was still the same as usual was in a mess at this moment. Like Wen Jiu, Si Mu was picked up by himself, but the time of picking up was different. Si Mu was picked up by himself when he was born, but Wen Jiu was picked up by himself to the mountain because the child was too hard, so he couldn't stand it and saved her life.

Thinking of letting Wen Jiu stay on the mountain to escape the death disaster, he put the girl down the mountain. But he didn't know that in the end he became the girl's master. In fact, he should have been his disciple, but the priest at that time had two disciples, one was Si Mu who had already traveled, and the other was the wife of the prime minister who had already married.

The ancestors of the Si family also stipulated that one person can only accept two apprentices in his life, one man and one woman, and must not accept them too much, otherwise it will cause chaos in the world. However, although this girl is full of evil, her eyes are rare in the world. Cough cough... The most important thing is that he is clear about the future of the world, but he can only vaguely know one or two major things about this girl.

So I thought that since the girl was talented, I would teach her these erotic techniques, and wait for the girl to make it for herself to satisfy her curiosity. However, the world did not meet her wish. Even if she was warm and worshipped by Si Mu, it would eventually cause chaos in the world in the future because she was taught by herself.

Before he died, the priest regretted it. He never expected that the death disaster of the little disciple he wanted to protect was caused by himself... Alas! The priest who thought of this sighed in front of Wen Jiu and looked at Wen Jiu and said, "Why do I think about it? It's all the time when you are making trouble on the mountain?"

Yes, Wenjiu was too troublesome, but most of the troubles were unintentional, because Wenjiu and the priest had habitually arranged various formations for each other early in the morning. The formation was so big that the mechanics on the whole mountain came to throw stones at the gate of the formation. They didn't like the priest who had been long-lasting formations very much, but in those years the formation techniques had made great progress.

Of course, the priest would never admit that he was like this because of the warm wine. Why did he think of these? The priest thought that this might be the biggest difference between Si Mu and the warm wine. Both of them like to study their favorite techniques silently and "huh" in a silent way.

However, the priest knew that the girl liked the formation, but she was led by her and raised by her for fifteen years and was always unable to understand the preferences of the elder disciple. Even when Si Mu proposed to him to go out for a trip, the priest didn't know how his elder disciple was learning.

Thinking of this, the priest suddenly recalled that when he picked up Si Mu, he heard the cry of a child on the mountain vaguely on the three-day mountain. He thought that someone had a child at the foot of the mountain, but he didn't expect that on the fourth day he saw a child abandoned in the wilderness.

At that time, the young priest who was only thinking about compassion and compassion didn't think so much. He didn't think about why a child cried day and night in the mountains for three days without those monsters coming out to swallow them into his stomach. It was obvious that he was not so familiar with the monsters around him at that time, let alone because he was not as good as he was not eating human flesh for his own sake.

"Oh!" Before waiting for Wenjiu to refute his words, the priest patted his head with his palm and said, "Why am I so stupid?"

"Hmm?" Wen Jiu turned his head strangely and looked at the priest and said, "Aren't you always so stupid?"

"Hey, girl, are you still from my church?" The dissatisfied priest put his hands on his hips and glared at Wen Jiu and said, "Okay, okay, let's talk about what happened to Si Mu first, how did he give you that evil thing, and why did he have a soul sister? He actually had a surname Si?"

"He..." He couldn't help but frown and pondered for a moment.

The priest on the opposite side watched Wen Jiu's lips move and then disappeared. He couldn't help but breathe, holding it in his mouth, looking at Wen Jiu tightly, his eyes brightly.

However, Wen Jiu, who was destined to be unable to tell any cause and effect, looked up at the driver's expectant gaze, pursed her lips, opened her lips, and finally smiled slowly, "He is very powerful, old man, he is even more powerful than you, and we didn't kill him..." Even Si Wu, who was afraid of him, had a soul, so Si Mu's soul should not be destroyed so easily.

The only explanation is that although Si Mu was not dead, he had no body, or he might have hurt him, and was raising his wounds somewhere. In short, if he didn't see Si Mu's soul destruction, he would be unable to feel at ease for a moment when he didn't see Si Mu's soul destruction.

"Nonsense!" The priest who had been waiting for such a sentence for so long swears and swears, "That boy, when I went out for a trip, I had nothing to teach him. Speaking of which, Si Mu's boy is not talkative than you." It's even more gloomy than you at that time. Of course, the priest will only say it in his heart for the last sentence.

Because there is no haze in Wenjiu's eyes now, Wenjiu's eyes that swept away the haze in his eyes are so pure that it makes people sigh. When he was in Daqi, Si Mu always wanted to calculate whether this girl was a sacred person. But now it seems that he should not lose a sacred person if he likes people, so it may be because of the environment.

"When I saw him, he was preying on people with special abilities." Wen Jiu thought about it and told Si Mu, "For example, people with prediction ability, and people with spiritual eyes..."

"What is this for?" The priest, who has always claimed to be knowledgeable and knowledgeable, cannot understand the twists and turns in it, but...

"You mean that boy eats people?" The priest with glaring eyes suddenly jumped up from the sand and muttered: "Little bastard, how dare you eat people? Where is he? I have to clean up the portal!"

"It's not about eating people." Wen Jiu shook his head and frowned and said, "He is a special ability to eat people, and the unique ability to eat people is like peeling off a person's natural spiritual eyes."

"When that person was captured and appeared again, he lost his prophecy power."

"How is it possible..." The frowning priest suddenly showed his eyes: "No, girl, where is that guy Si Mu now? No, I have to find him quickly before he succeeds. That guy is going to piss me to death!"

Looking at the priest who beat his chest and stamped his feet for a while, Wen Jiu was not so anxious. After patting his cheek, he looked at the priest casually and said, "What's the hurry? I don't know where he is now."

"Hmm?" The priest who opened his mouth looked at the warm wine that suddenly stood up from the sand, and stomped his feet in anger and said, "Yes, yes, that King of Hell is here. Look at your girl's family, do you know how reserved you know?"

"A gentleman should be hospitalized to welcome you." While shaking his sleeves and walking towards the warm wine outside the door, he choked the priest without looking back.

Watching Wen Jiu's figure disappear from before him, the priest nodded and chuckled, then shook his head and said angrily: "Gentleman, what a gentleman is, you are a girl!" Even though that was said, the priest's eyes were full of kind smiles.

The plane that had been flying fast was changed when Xuanyuan Jimo was about to descend. The plane that was about to arrive was obviously over 2 a.m., but it was delayed until 3 a.m. In fact, Helan wanted to say that the Wen family villa was still passed, with good sound insulation and would not disturb his wife.

However, when He Lan followed Xuanyuan Jimo out of the cabin, he held this in his stomach. The eyes standing in front of him smiled like crescent elf. Who else could he have if he wasn't his wife?
Chapter completed!