The eight hundred and fortieth chapter is almost written on the face
A vast and majestic aura of the spiritual master filled the back room, followed closely by the puppet master's hoarse voice with great excitement.
"OK, successful!"
The strange-looking elder of the "Dark Temple" stared closely at the handsome man with flowing white hair in front of him, and murmured excitedly, "It was successful in one go. What a top-quality material!"
In his mouth, the white-haired man seemed to be just a kind of experimental material, not a human being at all.
At this time, the white-haired man was suspended in mid-air, his eyes staring blankly in the direction of the puppet master, neither speaking nor moving, like a flying sculpture.
However, compared with the ten thousand puppet spirits under the original puppet master, although the white-haired man's eyes were a little dull, he still retained a hint of aura.
"Congratulations, Master Puppet." Beidou's face was filled with a bright smile, and he seemed to be happy for him from the bottom of his heart.
"Although it is a good material." The puppeteer seemed to have just remembered that there was another person in the room, and frowned slightly, "But it's just one more child, a drop in the bucket, and it can't solve my problem."
"What if there are thousands of good materials like this?" Beidou's eyes flashed with intelligence.
"What!" The puppet master finally changed his face completely, his eyes shone brightly, and his voice couldn't stop trembling, "Is this, are you serious?"
"This person comes from the Baiyin clan." Beidou said slowly, "People from this clan have one thing in common, that is, their hair has been white since they were young."
When the puppet master heard this, his eyes couldn't help but fall on Beidou's flowing white hair.
"In addition, the physique of the Baiyin clan is extremely excellent." Beidou continued, "Not only can they easily withstand a large amount of spiritual power, but they are also closer to heaven than ordinary people. It can be said that everyone in the clan has powers far beyond ordinary people.
The cultivation talent.”
"There is such a race in the world!" The puppet master's eyes became brighter and brighter, and his heartbeat speeded up unknowingly, "Why have I never heard of it?"
"The Baiyin clan is isolated from the world and has lived in seclusion in the mysterious valley north of the Chi clan for generations." Beidou explained patiently, "Therefore, it is not known to the world."
"Then what happened to you...?" The puppet master didn't finish his words.
"I am a member of the Silver Clan." Beidou's answer was both unexpected and reasonable.
"So." The puppet master glanced at the white-haired man suspended in mid-air, "Is he still a member of your tribe?"
"To be precise." Beidou said without changing his expression, "He is my cousin."
"You actually gave me your cousin as an experimental subject?" The puppet master looked shocked, but there was not much moral condemnation in his tone.
"It's not just him." Beidou shook his head and said, "As long as Master Puppet is willing, I can give you the entire Baiyin clan."
"What are your terms?"
This time, the puppet master was finally completely moved.
Although his mental state was different from ordinary people, he was by no means a fool. Faced with such favorable conditions, he instinctively thought that the other party must have something up his sleeve.
"Is this..." Beidou quickly stepped forward, leaned into the puppet master's ear and whispered a few words.
The puppet master's expression instantly became very strange.
"Elder Puppet Master, there is no need to rush to answer, you can think about it slowly." Beidou turned his right hand, and a black bead suddenly appeared in his palm, "If you want to understand, just crush this bead, and I will come to meet you.
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After saying that, he stuffed the beads into the puppet master's hands, then turned around and took a step. His whole person disappeared without a trace in an instant, as if he had never appeared before.
"Beidou..."
The puppeteer was stunned for a moment, then suddenly turned around, as if appreciating a beautiful piece of art, he looked up and down at the white-haired man suspended in the air, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a weird smile, "Interesting.
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"Finally home!"
Looking at the handsome mountain peaks shrouded in spiritual mist in front of him, Zhong Wen suddenly became excited and almost couldn't help shouting.
On the other hand, Lin Zhiyun on the side had her head lowered, her eyes flickering, her expression hesitant, and she looked very worried.
"What's wrong, Sister Palace Master?"
As if he sensed that something was wrong with her, Zhong Wen gently held her smooth crotch and asked softly.
"When I think about meeting Junior Sister Wushuang and the others later." Lin Zhiyun's face turned red and he hesitated, "I, I feel a little nervous."
"Sister, don't be afraid." Zhong Wen said with a smile, "If they blame me, just blame it on me."
"That's easy to say." Lin Zhiyun rolled her eyes at him charmingly, "They all loved you so much that they couldn't bear to blame you."
"They love me, doesn't it mean that my sister doesn't love me?" Zhong Wen stepped forward and hugged her soft waist, teasing softly in her ear.
"You..." Lin Zhiyun was so weak in his embrace, her cheeks were red, and she sighed helplessly, "I really owe you in my previous life."
"Since you owe me, then..."
In the middle of the conversation, Zhong Wen suddenly turned to look at Shan Dao, "Huh? Is it Ning'er?"
After saying that, he took Lin Zhiyun's slender hand, the dragon shadow hovered under his feet, and the two figures disappeared instantly.
When they reappeared, the two were already halfway up the mountain. Looking into the distance, they saw an exquisite and graceful white figure walking slowly along the mountain road. From the uneven body curve, you could easily identify it.
Lin Zhiyun's beloved disciple Yin Ning'er.
Beside her, a white-haired old man in black robes was spitting and chattering enthusiastically.
If he hadn't recognized the old man's identity, that he was Old Monster Ding, the miraculous doctor from "Si Cliff", Zhong Wen would have almost thought that some old pervert had taken a fancy to Yin Ning'er's beauty and was chatting up him like crazy.
At this time, Old Monster Ding had a flattering smile on his face and gestured excitedly with his hands in the air. He was so completely different from the former aloof and arrogant doctor who was the world's number one miracle doctor that Zhong Wen was in a trance and almost thought he was a doctor.
I recognized the wrong person.
"Ning'er!"
He calmed down and greeted Yin Ning'er in the distance loudly.
"Zhong Wen?"
Yin Ning'er glanced back and saw clearly the faces of Zhong Wen and Lin Zhiyun, her pretty face suddenly brightened, and she waved her jade arms towards them happily.
When she came closer, her eyes accidentally fell on Zhong Wen's right hand holding Lin Zhiyun's soft skin, and she couldn't help but let out a soft "eh" with a complicated expression on her face.
Lin Zhiyun's face immediately turned red, her left hand twitched slightly, escaped from Zhong Wen's palm, and took a step back intentionally or unintentionally.
Zhong Wen knew that she was shy, so he had to smile bitterly and pretend to be calm when talking to Yin Ning'er.
After experiencing the initial surprise, Yin Ning'er quickly recovered and chatted with Zhong Wen. She didn't even mention a word about the relationship between him and Lin Zhiyun, as if she was talking easily.
Accepted the reality that the two of them were together.
"Why is Senior Ding here?"
After chatting for a while, Zhong Wen suddenly asked Mr. Ding.
"Sanque is thinking about his daughter, so after the Heroes Conference, he plans to stop by and have a look." Old Monster Ding answered truthfully, "I came here with the Liu brothers."
"Daughter?" Zhong Wen asked confused.
"Don't you know?" Old Monster Ding explained, "Elder Liu Sanque of our 'Si Cliff' is the biological father of Miss Qiqi."
"What!"
Lin Zhiyun and Zhong Wen were both shocked when they heard this.
Several people discussed the topic of Liu Qiqi's biological father for a moment, and Zhong Wen suddenly noticed that there was something strange in the way Ding looked at him.
If I had to use words to describe this kind of look, it would be full of expectation and eagerness to try.
Oh my god!
Isn't this old man a crook?
Zhong Wen's scalp was numb when he saw him, and he was secretly frightened.
"Brother Zhong Wen, do you still remember the agreement you and I made?"
While he was thinking wildly, he heard Old Monster Ding ask loudly.
His eyes were shining brightly, as if he was saying "Ask me, ask me" again, which was completely different from the shame and avoidance when they met last time.
"Senior said, but what about the ten thousand volumes of classical books?" Zhong Wen followed his words and asked, "I wonder how prepared you are?"
"Fortunately, I live up to my fate!"
Old Monster Ding patted his chest vigorously and said proudly, "I have prepared these ten thousand volumes of ancient books, and they are now in Piaohua Palace."
He really got it all together!
Zhong Wen was taken aback. Ever since he learned about the destruction of "Si Cliff", he no longer expected Ding to fulfill his promise.
Unexpectedly, after losing the organization, the old man relied on his own strength to fulfill his promise.
He couldn't help but have a new understanding of the old miracle doctor's connections.
Unexpectedly, everyone I met after going up the mountain, after learning about the relationship between Lin Zhiyun and Zhong Wen, behaved very much like Yin Ning'er. After experiencing a short period of confusion, they quickly recovered.
He was calm and seemed completely natural.
"Tingting, don't you have any thoughts about the matter between me and the palace master's sister?"
Zhong Wen, who was puzzled, finally couldn't help but took Zheng Yueting's little hand and asked.
"What do you think?" Zheng Yueting looked puzzled. After being stunned for a long time, she suddenly said, "Oh, by the way, I forgot to congratulate you!"
"Aren't you surprised and angry?" Zhong Wen asked reluctantly.
"Why are you surprised?" Zheng Yueting finally understood what he was thinking and couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Your intention towards Master is written on your face. No one in the entire Piaohua Palace knows it.
Don’t know? Elder Shangguan sometimes makes bets with me to see when you can succeed!"
I was so nervous for a long time!
It turns out that the clown is actually me!
Looking at Zheng Yueting's beautiful smile like a delicate flower, Zhong Wen really couldn't help but fall into deep self-isolation.