Ling Xuanluo was in a depressed mood, and after leaving Mingzhu Peak, he entered the Xuanbing Cave alone, firstly, as an immortal, to meet the four spirits for the first time, and secondly, to investigate the case of Huiqiu's theft of pearls. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

After inspecting the scene of the pearl theft in the fairy tomb, he still had difficulty figuring out what kind of clever means Hui Qiu used to sneak into the ice room and succeed.

For several days, he kept busy with all kinds of affairs, and the immortal body was tired, so he planned to lie down on the ice bed and take a nap, but he was distracted from sleep by the ethereal monk and the withered Taoist leader, so he simply opened his eyes and went to meet them.

"Great Master!

As soon as he returned, he would meet two of the four spirits in the bamboo forest at night, and happily run a few steps in a row to greet them loudly. The two of them were only arguing, completely unaware of his existence.

The ethereal monk raised his stubby index finger high, and said angrily: "Old Dao, a thousand years have passed soon, although you used to be the demon Dao Zhong Wuji, the anger on your body has long since passed with time, and has been washed clean by our brotherhood and other messy things. Rui'er and I both know how pure your heart is now, no matter how much you have in your heart, you can't hide it. During this time, we can all see that you are really worried about something, so can't you just say it happily and let us all figure it out together?"

The ethereal monk's words, not only did he speak the Tao, but his tongue was also straightened, and it didn't seem to be holding a big radish, Ling Xuanluo was so shocked that he couldn't close his mouth, and when he looked at him carefully, he found that the precious wine gourd that he never left his hand was unprecedentedly hung on his waist.

Although he didn't have much contact with this old monk, when did he meet, he wasn't drunk and full of gibberish? Only this time, no matter how you look at it, he is a normal appearance.

"Ah...... "Ah" looked up wistfully and melancholy, and looked blankly at the night sky, and replied: "You are not ignorant of my troubles, but if you think about it, you will naturally understand." It's a pity that it's useless to understand, you can't help me, and I can't help him......"

"He, you mean ......"

"Say" followed by the name, the ethereal monk almost blurted out, but was covered by a big slap in the decay, then looked around vigilantly, and then put his finger to his lips, making a "shhh" motion, signaling him to pay attention to secrecy.

The ethereal monk pushed his hand away, and changed from the rough voice just now to a sigh, "Brother, it's useless for you to be in such a hurry, it's better to be more relaxed, and it's easier to come up with a solution." Don't we still have time, there are still a few months, right? As long as our four spirits are here, he will definitely not die! Even if it is not for the world, only for Tong'er, we have to ensure that he does not die!"

"Who are they talking about? Who are they going to die?" Ling Xuanluo turned from surprise to shock, and deliberately made a loud noise to make them realize that they were nearby, but after thinking about it, he hid behind a tree and continued to eavesdrop.

The ethereal monk's comfort did not have much effect on the decay, and he almost roared in frustration and despair, "A few months? Even if he still lives for a few months, will life be better? Elder Nanfeng, that monster, knows the Caring Curse, and for the victory of the Blue Wolf Alliance, he must be entangled in his dreams from time to time! As far as I know, he hasn't closed his eyes for a month in order to prevent someone from intruding into his dream after falling asleep and stealing the key. Even if he is not a mortal who needs to sleep every day, there is no one in any realm who can go without sleep for a whole month! You say, how do you tell him to live this day? I have no choice, I really have to do that stupid thing, and now I regret it too late, too late......

The withered beat his chest and feet, and only stomped on the mud in the woods. He waved his arms to the sky, and before he could shout two words, he was already in tears.

(To be continued.) )