Chapter 1270: Want to hold her in my arms and comfort ...

Now that she has a chance, she doesn't want to miss it. Learn from Ning Xuemo, pampered into the arms of God Jiuli ... So Jiuli will surely like her ...
"Ah!" Yun Xi flew out.
Yun Xi was full of thought that God Jiuli would hold her to comfort her, but 100,000 did not expect God Jiuli to shake her directly.
She flew backwards, and when she saw it was about to hit the ground, Shen Jiuli swore his sleeves, and Yun Xi was thrown on the chair, which was not very gentle.
"Jiu Li ..." Yun Xi really wanted to cry this time.
She looked at God Jiuli with tears in her eyes, her expression full of grievances.
Such a beautiful and beautiful lady cries so much with rain and rain, and changing to someone else will give birth to a little heart, and want to hold her in her arms and comfort him ...
But Shen Jiuli only glanced at her slightly, her eyebrows narrowed slightly, and her voice was like flowing water: "Have a good rest." Never look at her again and flutter away.
Yun Xi: "..."
She bit her lip, her eyes full of unwillingness, but she didn't dare to chase it out.
God Jiuli returned to the main hall. After standing for a moment, he silently sat down and played chess from Gu Zi.
There was a clear voice outside the hall: "Master, disciple Yelu Jingan, please see."
"Come in." A faint voice came from inside the temple.
When Yelu Jing'an came in, he saw such a scene.
Tea incense sticks in the hall, God Jiuli holding a chess piece, for a long time, looking at the expression, seems to be thinking about something ...
Yelu Jing'an didn't dare to explain why his master had gone away, he saluted respectfully: "Master."
There was no reply for a long time, and Yelu Jing'an had to bow quietly to wait, half a ring. He heard a pop, and he knew that Master's son had finally fallen ...
Shen Jiuli's indifferent voice came: "Get up, what's the matter?" He didn't even look at him, and twirled another pawn.
Yelu Jing'an replied respectfully: "Master, my disciples are going to the Ming Dynasty."
Shen Jiuli finally lifted his eyes: "What is it?"
Ye Lujing's mind was a little strange. In the past, the master gave the leave very happy. He didn't even ask them about the personal affairs of the disciples. Why was he suddenly interested?
But he still respectfully replied, "The King's Palace invited the disciples to preside over the wedding of Xi Peishi, disciple ..."
The chess pieces in the hands of God Jiuli fell off guard, but he didn't take care of them at all, and his calm tone finally fluctuated: "What?"
Looking at the falling chess piece, Yelu Jingan moved his heart slightly. He quietly repeated it again: "The Palace of the Ming Dynasty invited his disciples to preside over the Xishishizi's wedding."
After thinking about it, I added a sentence, "If the master doesn't agree, the disciples will properly refuse."
After a while, Yelu Jingan heard the voice of God Jiuli: "Go."
Yelu Jingan respectfully retreated.
Shen Jiuli thought subconsciously to continue playing chess, twisted a chess piece, and when he was about to play, he suddenly found that the chess piece accidentally dropped by him had blocked his own door.
God Jiuli: "..."
He sat quietly, motionless.
After a tea time, Shen Jiuli flew into his sleeves and countless chess pieces landed. He didn't look at those chess pieces, his body flickered and turned out into a white light.
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Ming Dynasty.
Everywhere was a beam of red, and the dragon and phoenix red candles in the hall burned high, very festive.