Chapter 1252: Who counts who

"Slap, pop!" Two beeps, and the two men slapped each other on their shoulders.
The voice was not loud, but they scared the two people out of breath and almost exclaimed.
The two turned their heads abruptly, but stayed again.
Standing behind the two was a boy in a light red robe, twelve or three years old, with a small face painted by the world's most advanced artist.
At that moment the boy smiled and groaned. A pair of narrow eyes were staring at the two of them. There was a faint purple light like the most precious purple beast in the world. The two men's heads were stunned and they looked at the boy.
"Who sent you?" Feng Xiaoxun's voice seemed to come from a distant sky.
"Yes-a fairy king in Tsing Yi." The two men replied mechanically.
"What do you guys do?"
"Let's think of lifting the girl out of the door and giving it to him." The two voices were more mechanical.
"Very well, I'm that girl, you can take me away." Feng Xiaoxun laughed more and more in spring.
The two men nodded, and one of them put a large pocket on his head like Feng Xiaoxun, put him in, and lifted him upstairs.
As soon as he had been downstairs, the two men with stiff faces seemed to suddenly wake up from their dreams.
Looking at each other, and then looking down at the raised pockets, everything that happened just now was blank in their minds, and no one knew what was happening.
"We got her out so smoothly?" One of them couldn't believe his eyes.
"Of course, she took sweat medicine, and it was normal to get it easily." Although the other person was also a little dazed, but now that he was in hand, he was much lazy to think: "Hurry up, get her for silver!"
Since the two were so sane, their footwork suddenly became much lighter. One of them was obviously good. He was struggling to carry it and simply carried the pocket with Xiaofeng Xun on his shoulder. He walked across the room and crossed the ridge. A moment of effort came. To an abandoned house in the east of the city.
"Xian Jun, Xian Jun, we brought us." The two men entered a hall and began to chat.
There was a faint green light on the table in the lobby, and a man in Tsing Yi appeared.
With a pale face, narrow eyes, and tight thin lips, the man looked very handsome, and there was even an imaginary iris behind him, like the light of a Buddha.
As soon as the man appeared, the two worshiped: "Master Xianjun."
The man waved his hand: "Are you here?"
"Yes, it's in your pocket."
"Very well, you've done your work. Go on." The man said in a loud voice.
The two looked at each other, glanced at each other, and scratched their heads again: "Yes, but-but the reward that Xianjun promised us ..."
The man flashed his eyes and smiled: "Actually, Ben Xianjun fancy this female doll, but it is because of her good qualifications that she wants to accept her to cultivate her immortals. The two sent her over, and she also accumulated a good relationship ... "
To steal the apprentice?
There was a hint of confusion in the eyes of the two men, and sneered: "Yes-it's a good destiny. But-but I'm waiting for the poor, and I'm anxious for the silver monarch's help ..."
The man sighed softly: "Okay. Since Ben Xianjun has promised you, naturally he can't keep his word."
He flicked his fingertips and popped up two silver tickets.