To Dijun from beginning to end chaotic and finally abandoned

"It seems that we have to postpone going to northern Xinjiang."

It's a pity that there is obvious gloating in the tone.

Yiqian touched the moisture on her cheeks, thinking of what she had just explained, her heart was like grapefruit peel, bitter and astringent.

Rarely, she stopped talking back and frolicking in a domineering manner, instead, she stepped up to the side of the magic circle, carefully examining the living souls in the magic circle.

The soul clothing of the living soul is indeed rare and exquisite, with special embroidery patterns, it seems that it should be a child of an aristocratic family.

Yiqian looked carefully again, subconsciously grabbed Bai Jiu's wrist beside her, and made a suspicious voice.

Sensing that Yiqian was still a little unhappy, Bai Jiu pursed her lips, and followed closely beside Yiqian with some unease.

Looking at her serious side face, her throat seemed to move, and just about to say a few words to please her, she heard her surprised exclamation.

The temperature of Yiqian's subconscious movements was on the wrist, Bai Jiu calmed down a little, and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

Yiqian paused, and hurriedly let go of Bai Jiu's wrist as if regaining consciousness and realizing that her action just now was inappropriate, but unexpectedly, the hand that hadn't been pulled away in the future was held back by Bai Jiu.

The constant warmth from the palm of your hand seems to be able to warm your heart.

Yiqian raised her head, facing Shang Baijiu's eyes as deep as stars, and there seemed to be a smile dancing in the depths of her eyes, she froze for a moment, lost in her eyes.

After a long time, it seemed like a moment, Yiqian took the lead to look away, but the base of her ear was a little red, under the reflection of the cold light of the night pearl, it aroused people's boundless reverie for no reason.

Bai Jiu glanced subconsciously, then lowered her head, and quickly looked back at Ningxia, and found that she had already turned around to cover her ears when he was kissing. The collar is also shallow.

The neckline tightened inexplicably, and Yiqian almost lost her breath. Sensing that Bai Jiu was playing tricks behind her, Yiqian slapped away the hand that seemed to be strangling her, and glared at him. Clearing his throat, he looked at the living soul in the magic circle, and returned to the topic:

"Brother, do you see that the living soul seems to be covered with a layer of Buddha's light?"

Bai Jiu put down the hand that helped her straighten her collar, and saw the soul again.

Because Pojun's stars are too bright, covering the thin and almost invisible Buddha's light on the living soul, it is really difficult to find if you are not keen.

Bai Jiu glanced at Yiqian in admiration, and said, "This living soul seems to have been separated from the body for more than a month, but the soul is safe, and it is not contaminated with any hatred or murderous aura. It seems to be the protection of this layer of Buddha's light."

Yiqian looked at the layer of Buddha light on Shenghun with a rare and awe-inspiring look, and couldn't help but say:

"Is he an eminent monk with great virtues in his previous life, or is he protected by his family's ancestors?"

Sensing the incomparable envy in his voice, Bai Jiu smiled: "I'm afraid it's the second type!"

Seeing Yiqian's distrustful eyes, Bai Jiu reminded: "Pojunxing!"

Yiqian suddenly realized.

In other words, the reincarnation of the Pojun star is that the Pojun star is destined, and the fate star is Pojun.

And Pojun star is the master of killing, so when Pojun star enters his fate, he will deliberately avoid people who practice Buddhism with great virtue and kindness.

It seems that this living soul is indeed blessed by the ancestors, and I don't know how many generations of cultivation it is such a blessing.

He took another sour look at the living soul, and then activated the soul calling bell under Bai Jiu's signal.

A melodious bell rang, and Yiqian asked softly, "Who is Er?"

The living soul answered dully like a puppet: "Xie Shi."

Yiqian seemed to be shocked, rang the bell again, and continued to ask: "Why are you here?"

Shenghun still replied dully: "Being harmed by others!"

The ringing stopped suddenly, and Yiqian subconsciously looked at Bai Jiu, then activated the summoning bell again, and asked, "Who is harming you?"

"Wang Huan!"

Wang Huan.

The eldest son of the Wang family's direct branch in Jinyang.

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The copy is a bit slow, and today it is a little less, and I will try to write some more tonight~

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