Ling Yifeng covered Shui Xinlan's mouth and said, "Don't say such silly things, I will definitely protect you and your child."
Jiang Mingwei, who had been secretly investigating everything, brought the news of Princess Xiyu's sudden death to the Bald-headed Immortal. The Bald-headed Immortal touched his beard, counted with his fingers, nodded and said: "Fate, this is all.
Fate, no one can escape what is destined."
The Bald-headed Immortal prepared some things and said to Jiang Mingwei: "My master is going to the palace, can you follow me?"
In the past few years, Jiang Mingwei's cynical attitude has been wiped away. The beard on his face makes him look more calm. Jiang Mingwei doesn't know what the master is going to do, but wherever the master goes, he will go.
In the Yangxin Hall, Ling Yifeng held Hua Qianqian's hand and said, "Qian'er, do you know? I lost a daughter and I feel so sad."
Ling Yifeng's response was only to flicker the bright candlelight. Ling Yifeng buried her face in Hua Qianqian's chest, her clothes wet with tears. Ling Yifeng thought too much that Hua Qianqian could wake up, talk to him, and make noises with him. But,
But she kept sleeping, sleeping quietly, which was more terrifying than death.
Ling Yifeng wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with her sleeves and walked out of the Yangxin Hall. Jiang Mingwei and the Bald-headed Immortal walked into the Yangxin Hall. The Bald-headed Immortal looked at Hua Qianqian and said in her ear: "Girl, do you still remember the old man?"
The old man wants to wake you up now because you have slept for too long."
The Bald-headed Immortal took out the things he had prepared in advance, put them in a formation and said to Jiang Mingwei: "Disciple, I want to pull this girl's soul out of her body. You must protect me properly. You know
Yet?"
Jiang Mingwei nodded and then stood quietly beside him, staring at every move around him.
The white-headed immortal chanted a spell in his mouth. He didn't know if it would be successful, but these spells were left behind by his master's master's master. No matter what, it would be better to give it a try than to let this girl continue to be a living dead.
Much better.
The white-headed fairy stopped and put Hua Qianqian's soul into a glass bottle. This bottle seemed to have some origins, but he couldn't tell clearly. He only remembered that his master said that this bottle was a treasure and must be used.
Keep it well.
The white-headed immortal breathed a sigh of relief and said: "Disciple, we must find the princess's body as soon as possible. If we can't find it within a stick of incense, this girl's soul will be wiped out and she will never be reincarnated."
Jiang Mingwei was carrying the white-headed immortal who had just overexerted himself. He saw guards walking back and forth in Shui Guiren's palace. Jiang Mingwei thought for a while and said to the white-headed immortal: "Master, you have to hurry up. I can only help you."
It’s just a short delay.”
After saying that, Jiang Mingwei covered his face and flashed into Shui Guiren's room. At this time, Shui Guiren was taking a bath. He was startled by the sudden intruder. He quickly grabbed a piece of clothing and put it on his body, shouting:
"Here, there's an assassin."
Jiang Mingwei pinched Shui Xinlan's throat and said, "Originally I just wanted to come in and steal some treasures to sell, but I didn't expect you to be here. Now I'm sorry. Please be my hostage."
The guards who heard the shouts broke in through the door, and Jiang Mingwei jumped out of the window with Shui Xinlan and ran towards the nearest palace door. The guards chased after him: "Bold assassin, hurry up and let Shui go."