Chapter 1277: Ghostly little girl

Tunxi was shocked and raised his head sharply, frowning and staring at the middle-aged man with a look of trepidation.
The middle-aged man did not seem to realize her vigilance and alert. She still applied: "Little guy, don't panic. If I want to expose you, do you think you can figure out the terrain of Bijingxuan so quickly?"
Tunxi frowned: "What do you mean by this?"
"I am just a guest of Bijingxuan." The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows and said, "In addition to this palace, things happening elsewhere have nothing to do with me. Besides my safety, my men are also Don't care about the other. You... understand?"
Tunxi’s eyes suddenly brightened and his eyes looked straight at the middle-aged man.
For a long while, she suddenly raised her mouth and smiled slowly: "Oh, I forgot to say something, because the body is well nursed, so the success rate of craniotomy has increased to 90%."
The middle-aged man only felt the heart jump, and then slammed back, and pointed his finger at the bright-eyed teenager, or the girl, who smiled and said: "It’s a little girl with a ghost."
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With the hints or guarantees of the middle-aged man, Tunxi planned to go to Bijingxuan that evening.
The night is dark and silent, and the shape of Tunxi is like a ghost, and it is like a phantom shuttle between schools.
The breath on her body has been converged to almost nothing, and her footsteps are silent, even if the guards of the night patrol pass, she is not aware of her existence.
Bi Jing Xuan soon appeared in front of her eyes.
The enchantment separates the two worlds, so that she can't see what it is like in the end, nor does she know that the future is fierce.
However, no matter how good or bad, she will definitely find out, as long as she is surrounded by the protection of the wing, she will let them live well.
The slender fingers smudged on the face, and the human skin mask quickly covered the face.
The face of the original country has become an ordinary face, even the age seems to be ten years old.
Yuxi’s hand, Yu Jian, gently grips and walks through the enchantment.
Just passing through the enchantment, she heard a whisper from the front: "Is there just a wave of enchantment? Who will come to Bijingxu so late?"
"Which fluctuations, you must be dazzled. Let's go, let's go to your room and discuss the cultivation."
The shape of Tunxi was completely hidden behind the rockery, and it was only after the two were far away that they quietly let out a sigh of relief.
The person who just said the other person’s eyes, the voice is like one of the ones on the side.
Fortunately, he led the people away, otherwise his body shape could not be hidden.
Taking a deep breath, Tunxi asked the little raccoon as the medium of the purple meditation: "Little raccoon, can you still sense the sorcerer's breath?"
The cry of the little raccoon was heard in the space. "Miss, my brother's breath is getting weaker, and I can feel my brother is weak. Is his brother dead?"
Tunxi blinked and said: "Can you sense the position of the witchcraft?"
"As long as it is very vague, it seems to be in the southwest."
Southwest direction? Is that the opposite direction of the palace where the dwelling is?
Tunxi no longer stays, next to the rockery, carefully moving in the direction of the little raccoon.
In fact, it is best to let Xiaolong and Xiaozu out to explore the road, but I don't know why, there is always an unknown hunch in Tunxi.