The most difficult female boss in history

Chapter 815 Set up a game and fight again ([-])
Han Yunjun didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Okay, okay..."

Don't talk about this request, if it is a hundred times a thousand times more, he will agree.

"By the way, let me tell you..." Xiao Mingzhu tugged on his sleeve, made him bend down, leaned into his ear, and whispered everything she had experienced today. Ten told him.

In the end, she looked at Han Yunjun quietly: "If he gets kicked twice honestly, this matter will be over. If he pretends to be dead and blackmails others, I won't be able to express the anger in my heart unless I beat him up."

Han Yunjun didn't have any opinion on this: "Uncle Wang has nothing to say as long as he is not beaten to death or maimed."

Whoever made them unreasonable in this matter, just beat them up, it was already very cheap for them.

"Don't worry, I'm sensible, I'll let Lord Qing beg me to fight." Xiao Mingzhu pretended to be mysterious and blinked.

In the space of 002, Jiuye, who had been leisurely shifted to the rocking chair, suddenly sneezed several times in a row. Then, he saw that there were tissues, champagne, and warm handwashing water on the small coffee table in front of him.

With one kick, he kicked over the small table where the tissues, champagne and handwashing water were placed, and the things spilled all over the floor.

002 is still sleeping, the space is quiet, without any sound.

Jiuye raised his hand and slapped himself: "What are you thinking about? A soul that has been dead for an unknown number of years can still have tears and snot?"

The moment he sneezed just now, he really thought he had it, and subconsciously conjured up those things.

Is it because he has been doing this task for too long, he himself has been involved in the drama, and he really treats himself as a living person?

He lay back heavily, and the reclining chair shook the most, as if he couldn't settle down.

Why are you uneasy?

What the hell is going on outside?
The usual caution prevents him from opening up the connection between the space and the outside world. He has the urge to take a sneak peek, and he can only repeat the possible things in his mind over and over again.

More than an hour ago, he had heard the call of Sanskrit, presumably someone sent him to Falin Temple, and asked the monks of Falin Temple to summon his soul.

The Sanskrit sound had a strong attraction to him, but it was not strong enough to pull him out of the space. At that time, he deliberately floated out once, watching Master Guanghong's painstaking efforts, and listening to Prince Qing's affectionate words. He said the words to call the son's soul back, but he remained motionless.

At that time, he was relieved that Master Guanghong of Falin Temple could not do it, and the people in Qingfeng Temple should not be able to do it.Even if these bull-nosed Taoists of Qingfengguan can really pull him out forcibly, so what?

Xiao Mingzhu and Han Yunjun can eat a piece of their own meat, but also want their own arm?
If they really dare to do it, then they can't wait for it.

That being the case, what is there to worry about?
The sneezing was not a hint to him that there was going to be a big accident.

Jiuye frowned, carefully considering possible accidents.

It is impossible to find the sleeping 002. Could it be that someone wants to take this opportunity to fish in troubled waters and really kill Han Zhaocheng?
Once the original owner Han Zhaocheng died, he, the tasker, would have nowhere to go.

However, what if it's just because of a sneeze that everything is destroyed.

Isn't it a failure to wake up at this time?

To wake up, or not to wake up?

To gamble, or not to gamble?

Jiuye thought for a while, then made up his mind, bet, he will bet to the end.

Even if he fails, he still has the props in his hand to escape from the main plane, and he won't end up like Bailian.

If he wins the bet, all good luck will be on his side.

In the main hall ahead, Prince Qing was already furious, he stood up against the table, pointed at Master Mu Xuan, and said viciously: "Say it again!"

Master Mu Xuan also stood up, his face full of embarrassment: "My lord, it's not that the poor way is evading and unwilling to open the altar for the son, but the poor way is probably powerless." Speaking of this, he shook his head and attached a gift A sigh of sympathy.

"Isn't it okay before? Why did you change your mind after half a day's work?"

Could it be that he deceived himself that he was an idle prince, or that he thought Han Yunjun was backing him so that he could ignore himself?

Master Muxuan was born with an old spirit, and he discussed things based on facts: "Your Majesty knows that the five Taoist arts are mountains, medicine, fate, physiognomy, and divination. What Pindao is best at is nothing but fate and divination, not mountain arts. Master Guanghong's mana is comparable to Pindao is much stronger, and he has not been able to wake up the son, and Pindao must not do it. If you don't believe me, you can ask the master."

Master Guanghong said "Amitabha" and said: "My lord, what the real man said is the truth." Seeing Prince Qing's face changed, he quickly waved his hands to comfort him: "My lord, don't worry, there may be other ways to do this."

"Say it quickly." The prince asked repeatedly.

Master Guanghong smiled wryly, clasped his hands together, bowed to Master Muxuan first, and then asked: "I would like to ask, is there a nephew who specializes in mountain techniques in Qingfeng Temple and whose strength is still higher than yours?" ?”

The master asked his nephew, that's because the seniors of Master Mu Xuan didn't know where Yun Youyun was for a long time, even if they knew where it was, it was too late to ask.Moreover, Shanshu pays attention to talent and fate, and cannot be judged by age; even if it is a junior, its reputation is not as loud as Master Muxuan, but its real strength is likely to be higher than Master Muxuan.

Therefore, the master's words did not offend Master Mu Xuan too much, but they seemed to slap him in the face.After all, what he failed to do was accomplished by a disciple of the Shui generation in Qingfeng Temple, and the entire Falin Temple was inferior to Qingfeng Temple.

However, Prince Qing was here, so he couldn't help but mention that, in fact, he didn't have any hope, his intention was just to smooth things over.

"This..." Master Mu Xuan smiled wryly, looked at Prince Qing, and purposely put it off: "There is a candidate, but if you are poor, the prince will definitely refuse to let him do the trick."

"Who is it? Why would this king not agree?" Prince Qing was puzzled, as long as he could save his son's life, there was nothing he couldn't agree to.

Even the Taoist lion opened his mouth wide.

Master Guanghong was also shocked, really?Then he has to take it seriously.

Under the expectant eyes of the two of them, Master Mu Xuan said, "It's Junior Brother Mu Shi."

This is what he had planned long ago.

Xiao Mushi is his genuine junior, it's not a problem to keep this identity hidden, there will always be a day when it will be made public, why not take this opportunity to make it public in a high-profile way.

"What are you doing in a daze, tell him to come over quickly." Prince Qing patted the table shaking the world.

Master Guanghong was stunned, the junior brother of Muzi?In Qingfengguan's department, didn't the wooden generation stop when they came to Master Muxuan, when did another junior brother come out?

No, it should be said who is this junior apprentice and apprentice?

Master Mu Xuan looked at Prince Qing who hadn't reacted yet with a half-smile, and added: "My lord, Junior Brother Mu Shi, his lay name is Xiao Ziping."

(End of this chapter)