[Read the full text without errors and first release novel, 69 Book Bar-www., your best choice!]
Chapter 644: The Pirate King! (6)
Wushuang coughed lightly, "In Guanhai Temple before, Master Fang once said that Master Wu will come here to meet us when the Buddha Sect walks. Now that we have not seen Master Wu, we have decided without authorization. Isn't it good?!"
"Shaogu Master!" Gu Yueming looked at him lightly, "The so-called generals are not responsible for their lives in foreign countries. This is an emergency, and we must change it randomly. If this matter is really related to the Book of Heaven, but we are not present, the Shaogu Master will not be afraid of regretting it then?"
"It's better to do this!" Master Qiuyang took over the conversation, "We left a few disciples of the Buddhist sect here to wait for enlightenment, while the others went to the village to find out what was going on, how about it?!"
No one spoke, obviously agreeing with his opinion.
Naturally, the Buddhist sect cannot participate in such a marriage election conference. You can stay here just now and wait for enlightenment. This method can be said to kill two birds with one stone.
Gu Yueming raised his face and looked at Si Wuxie and Xiao Yao who were standing by the door, "Thirteenth Young Master, Mr. Wuxie, what do you think of you?!"
Xiao Yao smiled faintly, "We will go wherever Your Highness goes. From tomorrow morning, we will advance and retreat with Your Highness!"
It’s not to agree with him, but to supervise him.
Xiao Yao believed that if Gu Yueming got the Heavenly Book, he would never hand over it out and destroy it, and she and Wuxie would definitely prevent him from taking the Heavenly Book.
This is the person who deserves the most to receive the heavenly book in this world!
Gu Yueming raised the corners of his lips enchantingly, "I can't ask for it!"
"Since that's the case, everyone will have a good rest. We will investigate separately tomorrow morning and rushed to Lijia Village together after night!" Qiuyang Zhenren waved his sleeves and everyone scattered.
When he returned to the room, Xiao Yao immediately turned off the lights in the house, flew out of the window, and lay lazily on the bamboo eaves of the Second Building outside the window.
Si Wuxie looked at her winking at him, but just laughed silently, turned to the bed, took a pillow and stuffed it under her neck, and sat down next to her by the bamboo window, helping her wipe the ink bamboo flute.
The night gradually darkened, and the clouds floated up, covering the light moon. The entire half-moon city became quiet, leaving only the sound of waves by the sea.
Not far away, a pair of windows were gently pushed open from inside.
Then, a figure jumped out of the window and landed on the bamboo eaves outside the window. The man looked around and saw Xiao Yao resting on the bamboo eaves in the distance.
Looking at Gu Yueming who was landing on the bamboo eaves, Xiao Yao showed a teasing smile on his lips, "Your Highness, it's so late, where are you going?!"
She had long expected that with his selfish personality, he would never have the patience to wait until tomorrow night, and he would not be able to share the opportunity with others.
Gu Yueming gritted her teeth secretly, but she smiled slightly on her face. She was like her, leaning against the wall, "I am like the Thirteenth Young Master, blowing the sea breeze!"
"Then your highness, you must be careful!" Xiao Yao turned over, leaving only a figure on his back, "The sea breeze is strong in the second half of the night, your highness, be careful to speak randomly and flash to his tongue!"
Gu Yueming's face turned pale, but Si Wuxie by the window chuckled.
He gently patted Xiao Yao's back, and Si Wuxie flew over the bamboo eaves, "It's almost dawn, go and sleep for a while, and I'll blow the sea breeze in the second half of the night!"
"Okay!" Xiao Yao agreed, stuffed the pillow into his arms, and floated into the room and lay back on the bed to rest.
These two guys are going to take turns to look at him!
Gu Yueming looked at Si Wuxie leaning against the window and carefully wiping the flute. His palm tightened suddenly, and a bamboo used to build a building under his palm cracked into pieces.