Mao Xiaocao came to the bedroom with the phone, stood at the window and said, "He is having a meal, I am in the bedroom..."

On the other end of the phone, Wang Xianzhi said "ah" and said in surprise: "I tell you that women must be reserved, and they must be able to endure loneliness when faced with temptation. Men are all smeared. You let him go to home base so quickly. You just say what else can you hold on to him in the future? You must be reserved, you must be reserved, you really can't be spoiled."

Three black lines popped up on Xiaocao's forehead and said speechlessly: "You've thought too much, he and I just stopped holding hands, and he never had the chance to step over the bottom line."

Wang Xianzhi said again, "Hey, I haven't gotten the first blood yet? Is there something wrong with this genetic? Why didn't he inherit it at all when I was amazed at the beginning? Is it still difficult to start with this? Drink some wine and touch your little hands. Isn't it enough to just walk around the hotel? I still lack education in this regard."

Mao Xiaocao grinded her teeth immediately. If it weren't for Wang Xianzhi on the phone opposite, she would have sprayed the spitting Xingzi: "If you have something to say, don't go off topic?"

"Cough cough..." Wang Xianzhi coughed dryly and said embarrassedly: "I've gone awkward. What, we have prepared almost the same place. You can come here as soon as possible within three to five days. Houqin Village, Lishan, I'll wait for you here."

Xiaocao frowned and thoughtfully said, "If he had that fortune in heaven, would it be possible to recover his memory?"

"No one can say anything that hasn't happened. If there is this possibility, it is not ruled out that there will be no reaction."

"If his memory is restored, then I want to ask, what are you doing for? Why didn't I see what the impact on him is?" Xiaocao asked in surprise.

"This is a kind of attempt and also a test. The Winter Sora and I just want to see if that bowl of Mengpo soup will have any impact on his fortune, and whether it may lead to a change in his heavenly condemnation curse. Although human life is destined by heaven, it does not rule out the possibility of destiny against the heaven and change fate..."

Mao Xiaocao sighed and said quietly: "In other words, you have to continue exploring and moving forward?"

"Come on step by step. Six or seven years is a long time to say, but it can be said in a flash. During this period, the Winter Solitaire and I have to run around for him and make various attempts. If it really happens naturally, it is best. Even if it cannot be done, then I still say the same thing. Human destiny is destined..." When Wang Xianzhi said this, a sense of sadness was inevitably revealed.

The man who makes a sword can determine life and death, and the gods make a judgment to break the universe. I don’t know how many generations of sword can tell the secrets of heaven, but in the end they were unable to escape the cycle of fate and could not break the shackles of fate for themselves.

I have to say, this is quite ironic!

After chatting with Wang Xianzhi for a few words, Mao Xiaocao hung up the phone and returned to the dining table to pick up the dishes and prepare for dinner.

Wang Jingzhe blinked his little eyes and glanced at the phone with the still-lit screen: "I saw you take a selfie a few days ago? I told you that women nowadays are too unreal. They don't know them after taking pictures. We can't be so superficial. Come on, let me see what you've taken after taking pictures."

"Swish" Wang Jingzhe finished speaking, and then picked up Xiaocao's cell phone.

Mao Xiaocao glanced at him lightly and said, "I have deleted the call record."

"Ah?" Wang Jingzhe was stunned for a moment.

"The trust between people can be reflected from here. Damn, do you still want to monitor me?"

"No, no, I really look at it. I want to see you taking selfies..." Wang Jingzhe said weakly.

"Just your little thoughts, hum!"

Since Mr. Xu came back, Hu Hu felt a little relieved, thinking that the domineering brother Shen Jun might not be targeting him again, because with Mr. Xu's big tree supporting him, Shen Jun had to give him face no matter what.

Hu Hu was not afraid of Shen Jun. As for their disciples whose five Xuanmen veins were almost all over the country, there was no such thing as fear when facing Brother Shu Dipao. If both sides insisted on arguing, he felt that he would take some effort and could make the other party bow his head.

But from Hu Hu's perspective, this does not meet his interests and is not a grudge for killing his father and robbing his wife. It is not necessary to say that it is a bloody mess. In the end, it will undoubtedly be a loss-making loss. Even if he can suppress Shen Jun, he will have to hurt his vitality. So he would rather have a peace talk than fight with Shen Jun.

After asking Mr. Xu to say hello, Hu Hu waited for two more days. Seeing that Shen Jun did not move at all, he gradually thought that the other party should have let go. So Hu Hu frequently appeared in some occasions and appeared more often. There were many relationships and business in Shu. This time he came here to get closer to these relationships.

That afternoon, in a small courtyard in an old city in Sichuan, Huhu sat opposite an old man.

"Although our Xuanmen five veins are unified, they have been divided into soldiers and have been treated for decades." Hu Hu poured tea into the old man's cup in front of him and said, "But this is not possible. The general trend of the world is focused on combining it into one. This is the same for Xuanmen. The five veins are now equivalent to being divided into five sects, especially the two veins of the Bu and Medical veins, and they are no longer in contact with us. Haha, aren't this gradually getting further and further?"

The old man picked up the teacup, took a sip and said, "Your idea is very good, but it doesn't work. There are too many disciples of Xuanmen, and the five meridians should have a great influence. Therefore, the upper party then removed the name of the four old ones and suppressed several other major sects, and also divided the Xuanmen into five. Although decades have passed, if you want Xuanmen to be unified again, the upper party will not allow it."

This old man is the only few famous older generation figures in Xuanmen. Before Xuanmen split up, he was the last sect leader of Xuanmen. Although he has retired, no one can compare to his prestige in Xuanmen.

At the same time, a car was quietly parked on the street outside the city, with Wang Jingzhe, Caidaowen and Lin Wenqi sitting in the car, and Mao Xiaocao, the co-pilot.

"What did you say you are here to do? This is all about swords, guns, you have to get involved. What if it is a bit dangerous?" Wang Jingzhe said to Xiaocao with a frown.

"I am in danger, that's why you are. You didn't protect me well," Xiaocao said lightly.

Wang Jingzhe sighed: "I'm afraid you will be in trouble..."
Chapter completed!