Chapter 645: Yin and evil earth palace less masters (2)

Chapter 645 The evil masters of the earthly palace (2)
"You are very happy?" Ouyang Shaohao looked at Murong Xue, and the obsidian-like eyes shone with deep and dark eyes.
The snow-colored robes fluttered with his movements, and the more noble and Tsinghua that he was born with was more and more brilliant.
Murong Xue smiled and said: "Understanding the information of the underground palace, it is a step closer to revenge for my parents. I am of course happy."
Xiao Xi said that the number of people in the palace, the level, the practice of the practice, and many other secret things are clear, especially in the case of the masters in the underground palace. He said it is more careful. With such detailed information on the underground palace, If she can't wait for a long time, she can figure out a way to force the night Xuan to come out, and to avenge Murong Yue and Shen Ruoqi.
Ouyang Shaoyan eyes condensed, low-low road: "The shadow guard has not yet come to Nanxun, I dispatched the Wangfu secret guard to quietly secretly secretly help you to revenge as soon as possible."
"Good." Murong Xue smiled slightly, such as the opening of the flowers, seeing Ouyang Shaohao ink-colored eyes squatted a few points, stretched his arms and took her small waist: "Revenge, return to Qingyan, the wedding has been prepared Almost, just wait for us to go back."
Murong Xue’s eyes flashed unnaturally, and the ambiguity sighed: If she didn’t chase the night Xuan to Nanxun, they have already become a relative, and she does not refuse to marry the Ouyang Shaohao.
Famous world, Zhiduo demon's happy Wang Shizi, there are many famous girls who are eager to make a secret, she married him, in fact, earned...
Murong Xue’s eyes are bright and clear, like the clear spring water in the mountains. Ouyang Shaohao looks like a hot spring flowing through my heart, full of joy, and the arms around her waist, I don’t think it is tightening: She even agreed to their marriage, and did not say as vaguely as before, she was really rude, she really wanted to marry him...
Ouyang Shaohao's mouth bends a beautiful arc, and Murong Xue turns over the corner and embarks on a flat road.
In an instant, the pedestrians coming and going appeared in front of them, all kinds of sedan chairs passed by, the bustling screams accompanied by the warm wind, and the fragrance of flowers blossomed, fresh and pleasant, golden sunshine On the body, slightly warm.
Ouyang Shaohao, Murong Xuemo hair flying with the wind, handsome, beautiful face in the hot sun more dazzling, the two carried forward, just like a beautiful picture, causing the pedestrians to stop watching, have lamented: Which is this son, a thousand dollars? Just like the fairy-tale real people on the painting, it is very suitable...
Murong Xue did not care about the eyes of everyone, and walked slowly and casually, watching the audience casually. Suddenly, an excited male voice rang: "The saint came to the clinic, and the saint came to the clinic..."
"Really?"
"Can this still be fake? The saint is in the square in front. If I want to see a doctor, I will go to the queue soon. When I am late, I will go to the next street..."
"Come on, go fast, I have been coughing for a few days, and I have not taken a good medicine, just wait for the holy lady's free clinic..."
"Me too, I have been having a headache recently. If I don't have money to see a doctor, I will wait for the saint to come and do good..."
"The virgin medicine is brilliant, it can be called a medical sin, and it is a serious disease. She can cure it well..."
The words of the talk were heard in the ears, and Murong Xue looked up. I saw a long line of nearly 100 meters in front of the square not far away, and many people one after another quickly to the team. station……
A young girl in a light pink dress, with two maids, walked to the short side in the middle of the square and sat down gracefully.
She wore a light pink veil on her face, covering a small face with a seven-eight-eight-eighth face, revealing only a pair of beautiful eyelids, with a vivid lotus mark on her forehead, reflecting her white skin, saying Not holy.
The middle-aged man in front of her looked at her, her eyes lit up, and rushed to the opposite side of her, sat down with enthusiasm and put her wrist on the pulse pillow.
The girl reached out to the man's pulse, and the delicate hand like porcelain was scattered in the sunlight.
Her eyes were slightly sagged, and the person's condition was diagnosed in detail. The pale golden sunlight lingered in her warm halo, unable to tell the noble, dust.
Murong Xue blinked and casually stopped a man: "This big brother, the saint in front, but the shrine of the shrine?"
"Of course." The man nodded and said proudly: "Nan Shuoguo, except her, no one is qualified to call the saint."
Murong Xue smiled. It is no wonder that she did not see the saint in the shrine. It turned out that she came out to do good deeds: "Was the saint often in the capital city?"
"Yeah." The man nodded and his voice was proud: "The holy woman is kind and will go out to do good deeds almost every day. In addition to the nobles in the capital, there are also many poor people, the sacred porridge, the clinic, and many people. Sometimes, she will go to a farther place to help people. The saint is here from a village one hundred miles away. After returning from perfection, I saw many people who are sick outside the city, and even have no rest during the break. I started to have a free clinic..."
Murong Xue nodded and understood that the Shrine of the Shrine was a good one. It really deserved the name: "The people of Beijing are very respectful to the Virgin. It seems that the prestige of the shrine in the hearts of the surnames in the capital is very high..."
Ouyang Shaohao glanced at the square of the diagnosis, faintly said: "The creation of the shrine for a hundred years, the good move for the people, has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, the great sacrifice of the shrine, the saints are all heart-oriented people, naturally can get the people Respect, love..."
"I understand." Murong Xue nodded lightly: the shrine was doing good for many years, and he was thinking about the people everywhere. The people of Nanzhao naturally respected them and emphasized them...
‘Get it! The rush of horseshoes suddenly sounded, and a luxury carriage rushed over with lightning speed and slammed into the long queue...
The people in the queue stunned, and then they reacted and screamed in amazement. They ran away: "Run fast, run fast, there is a car crashing..."
The entire square was instantly tangled up...
A four-and-five-year-old child was knocked down to the ground, and his body was sore, and he cried: "Hey, mother-in-law..."
The speed of the carriage was not reduced, and it hit the child.
The momentum of the carriage is very big. If you hit a child, he will be seriously injured if he does not die...
Murong Xue was cold and stunned, and was preparing to save people, but he saw the sacred point of the shrine of the shrine. The figure flicked a beautiful arc in the air, and in the moment he reached the child and reached for the hug. From the child, a string of pink petals popped out from the fingertips and beat the carriage that was close at hand.
The carriage was beaten off the track, and it was stopped just a few times below. The translucent curtain swayed from side to side, highlighting the strength of the petals...
(End of this chapter)