Murong Jing winked at the young man standing quietly beside her.
It’s impossible to let it go.
Therefore, the day of the wedding was the day of Daochen Tianshi's death.
"Hey, you guys have a deal, at least give me some medicine to heal my wounds! If I die, aren't you afraid that Rongxian will regret it?"
Taoist Tianshi Daochen’s face was pale, and veins on his forehead were bulging with pain.
But the words that came out of my mouth still sounded so annoying.
Chen He: It must be my greedy master without a doubt.
At this time, he is still thinking about a few pills, as if he is so poor.
"Oh! He is indeed a worldly poor man. Give him a pill."
Murong Jing waved her hands impatiently. She wanted to clear the place so that she could improve her relationship with her Sanlang.
Rong Xian was holding on with all his might, and after making sure that Master Daochen was fine, he fell to the ground with a thud.
Shen He covered his ears, feeling pain for Rong Xian just by hearing the sound.
Now, won’t I get a broken bone?
Chen He retreated to the door. She was going to search for treasures, but before that she had to talk to her master first.
For example, she wanted to make sure whether her master had other plans so that she could cooperate with him!
"That's not right. Why didn't the senior brothers and sisters come and take Rong away first?"
Chen He finally remembered what was wrong.
According to the plan, she was not going to hunt for treasure...
Uh, save people.
Will the fellow disciples grab Rong and go to the Cliff of Broken Love first?
There won’t be any mistakes again, right?
Shen He counted on his fingers and suddenly felt unwell.
"Holy crap! I didn't check the almanac before going out. Why are there so many bloody disasters in Xuantian Sect tonight? Should we save them or not?"
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