Fan Jianqiang: ⊙o⊙)...?!"
God fortune teller: "..."
Dan Chengzi: "╰(°▽°)╯?!"
Lu Ming: "Um."
Chen Cheng and Zhou Yi were trembling.
Handy, picked up, tens of thousands? !
Tens of thousands of treasures, picked it up easily? Where to go smoothly, so smoothly? Did you rob the treasure house of other sects? !
The fortune teller couldn't help saying: "His Royal Highness, when we leave, there shouldn't be many treasures in the world, right? How could... there are tens of thousands of them?"
"Well, it's indeed gone. These treasures belong to monks of all sects. They threw them over. Can't I just leave them?"
Qi Zi Fan's expression was a little helpless, and he gently spread his hands: "They are so enthusiastic! I can't help it either."
God can't help it.
Are they stupid, or are they crazy, and throw all their treasures over for you to ‘pick up’ them?
The expressions of the six are very wonderful at this moment.
"His Royal Highness..."
Fan Jianqiang's mouth twitched one after another. At this moment, he suddenly clasped his fists: "Then what, I suddenly thought that we still have some important things to do at Bacchus Peak, so don't let it go.
"Junior Brother, let's go."
Before Qi Zi Fan responded, Fan Jianqiang took Lu Ming away with a dazed expression.
Pull hard!
Fatty Dan also felt weak in his calves: "His Royal Highness, I am afraid we will not end well. If it is the treasure found in the burial ground, it will be nothing more than the tens of thousands of treasures of each disciple... I won't let it go."
The fortune teller nodded repeatedly.
The complexions of Chen Cheng and Zhou Yining are also wonderful.
They finally understood why Qi Zi Fan had such an expression when they said that the disciples of various factions should not be chasing to the Holy Land of the Purple Mansion.
It turns out... he was the one who smashed all the magic weapons away!
Who can not come?
Even if it is facing the Purple Mansion Holy Land, it is at least to ask for an explanation.
"What are you afraid of?"
Seeing them a little confused, Qi Zi Fan rolled his eyes: "In the Purple Mansion Holy Land, they still dare not do anything?"
"At most, it is to come to the door to come to the theory, the only theory, why be afraid of it?!"
"Scheme, you are an expert in ostentation, are you afraid of them?"
"..."
The fortune teller's eyelids jumped: "His Royal Highness, this... treasure is with you."
"Um...it seems to be the case." Qi Zi Fan was taken aback for a moment, then reacted.
Yes, this treasure is here...
I go? !
He stared.
What should I do when those people come to ask for trouble and theory? See you behind closed doors? Still mischievous?
But no matter how you do it, it doesn't look good, right? It's just ruining the image!
Especially after our saint came back, she found her cough cough cough...
"But then again, what she has done herself doesn't have a good image. She still wants to be round. I just implement her ideas. This is not my pot, right?"
"If you think about it that way, I can do it."
Qi Zi Fan's eyes rolled steadily, and then he shook his head: "Go back and talk about it!"
She spoke, and the others didn't say much, but most of them were a little worried and went inside the Purple Mansion Holy Land.
...
Qi Zi Fan returned to Haoyue Peak...
Chen Cheng and Zhou Yining also followed back.
God fortune teller and Dan become son, go back to each house, and find each mother.
Everything seemed to calm down.
only……
On the top of Haoyue Peak, a giant coffin with a length of tens of feet suddenly appeared.
Seeing this extremely obstructive, like a coffin like a mountain, Qi Zi Fan shook his head for a while: "This thing is really eye-catching."
"Fortunately, it can be reduced, otherwise, the original size, tut..."
...
time flies.
Everything seemed to calm down.
However, as more and more Zifu disciples return, after all that happened in the burial ground is revealed...
I don't know how many Zifu disciples are dumbfounded.
"What?!"
"You said that Her Royal Highness brought people round all the treasures?!"
"what???"
"The saint also took away all the treasures of the tens of thousands of monks? How is this possible!"
"Nonsense, are you silly as a monk? Magic weapons can be taken away at will? If it is one or two people, it's fine, tens of thousands of treasures will be taken away, is it possible?!
"His Royal Highness's style... seems to be a little different from the past!"
"..."
There are many disciples who believe.
There are more disciples who do not believe.
At the same time, many people are keenly aware of a problem, that is... The style of the saint Qi Zixiao this time is somewhat different from the previous high-cold personality? !
"What is it that caused such a big change in His Highness's character?"
"Such changes...not all bad things, right?"
...
When a large number of disciples were talking about it, inside the Zifu Palace.
Crackling!
The Mahjong battle between Mo Daolin, Xiao Zhan, Zizhu, and Su Muxue hasn't stopped... However, occasionally they will switch to Doudizhu to play a few.
Nowadays, there are more and more games open to the outside world on mobile phones. In addition to several mahjong, there are Doudizhu, Gobang and so on.
However, the Zifu disciples were not very interested in Gobang.
Many people like Doudizhu...
Peng!
suddenly.
The door was violently pushed open, and Sloppy Jiuwu broke in to take a look, and his eyes widened suddenly: "Wow! I said why I haven't seen anyone recently, so you guys?????"
"Have you been playing?!"
"So what?" Zizhu didn't deal with Jiuwu, and the first one squinted at each other: "No way?"
"Well, you old Zizhu, who was the one who lied and vowed to say that mahjong is the root of all evil? Now he is addicted to playthings and doesn't want to make progress?!"
"Who said that I don't want to make progress anymore? I understand the great way and go one step further. How can you, such a playful person, understand?"
The real face of Zizhu didn't change his color, and talked freely.
"I believe you a ghost!"
Jiu May curled his lips: "Quickly, get out of the way, I'll come!"
"Why?"
"Will you let me?!"
"I won't let it!"
"Hey? I said do you want to fight..."
The two of them rolled up their sleeves, and they were in a posture that they were about to do it. Su Muxue saw this and immediately slapped the table: "Shut up to the old lady."
"How about playing mahjong, what is the noise?!"
"Jiu Wu, is there anything wrong with you? Don't make a noise if nothing is wrong!"
"..."
Jiu May was stunned, and then he patted his forehead: "It's really something, I almost forgot, it's all about you, and I'm playing mahjong!"
Four people: "..., what do we do with you in mahjong."
Wine Five: "...my old man, I..."
"Fine."
Ugh!
He sighed heavily: "I'd better play with Qiqi, you people, you can only play mahjong for pastime."
Mo Daolin suddenly stared: "Shut up!"
Click!
The mahjong in Xiao Zhan's hands directly exploded.
Master Zizhu didn't say a word, but the smile on his face had already disappeared completely.
Even Su Muxue rolled her eyes: "If you have something to say quickly, if you have a fart, let it go."
"Hey, don't you know?" Jiuwu no longer delays: "Zi Xiao, they are all back."
"Know how?"
Mo Daolin's cooling was as usual, his face was cold and he didn't care.
"I said, is there something wrong with you old boy?" Zhen Zizhu sarcastically said: "Basically all have returned safely, with minimal damage. What's the point?"
"Whether they get the chance or not, this is their own luck. Is it possible that when these disciples come back, we are the elders and we have to beat the gongs and drums to meet them?"
"What's the matter with you? Your people from Zizhufeng haven't come back!"
Jiu Wu did not show weakness, and then said: "Brother, you know, still so calm?"
"Could it be that you are not afraid of those sects, and put pressure on Zixiao and even our Zifu together?"
"???"
Mo Daolin was taken aback: "Why?"
"Why?"
Jiuwu Tsk said: "Zi Xiao has robbed tens of thousands of people's magic weapon this time. It is not a masterless thing in the secret realm, but a treasure of other sect monks!"
"You said, will they come to ask and pressure?"
Mo Daolin was taken aback for a moment, and then surprised: "Is there anything?!"
Real Zizhu's face changed slightly: "Drunkard, don't talk nonsense."
Xiao Zhan tugged at his own beard, and pulled out several inadvertently.
Su Muxue smiled brightly after the initial astonishment: "You deserve to be the saint of the Purple Mansion. That should be the case. I think back then, my old lady..."
"Stop it."
Mo Daolin stretched out his hand and stopped Su Muxue's words.
You back then?
What were you like back then, don't you have any points in your heart?
Where do you go without being scolded by the enchantress?
That is to say, you are strong, otherwise I don’t know how many times you have been beaten.
With so many words, Mo Daolin couldn't say it for a moment. At this moment, he was speechless and looked at Jiuwu: "Is it true?"
"Can this be fake? Or you can ask Zi Xiao to go!"
Jiuwu patted his chest: "I can still lie to you?"
"If you want me to say, Zi Xiao, this girl is really amazing, with the style of Senior Sister Su back then, I should be the saint of the Purple Mansion..."
"Hit the invincible hand of the same generation, even if it is other holy land disciples? What if the treasure is robbed? If you rob it, you will rob it!"
"To blame their own lack of cultivation and poor academic skills!"
"In my opinion, this time, we should support Zixiao, and if those who come to ask for treasures or who come to ask for explanations, one of them is counted as one, and all are shot out!"
"I'll be responsible for this!"
Su Muxue got up happily, and stopped playing mahjong: "There will definitely be no problems..."
"I'll also help." Jiuwu fears that the world will not be chaotic.
"sit down!"
Mo Daolin yelled, his entire face turned green!
My heart is also uncomfortable to death.
This is so good, why is it so?
Especially the child of Zixiao ~EbookFREE.me~ What a good child before? He is cute and cute, just like his own good daughter, but now... why is it becoming more and more ‘Su Muxue’?
Could it be that she has been secretly giving Zi Xiao a lesson? !
Simply outrageous!
Mo Daoling is so painful...
Take a good little quilted jacket, and for some reason, it suddenly becomes a little black quilted jacket? !
What happened to this? !
what? !
What happened? !
Mo Daolin was depressed.
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