Adorable Psychic Wife Of A Wealthy Man

Chapter 2305 Don't ask! Just don't know

Feng Jinxuan has always been responsive to A Luo, but this time, he felt helpless.

Holding A Luo’s waist, let her sit at her desk, and Feng Jinxuan sat in a swivel chair, looking at his wife seriously, “Baby, make sense, the curse of the underworld at the beginning of the underworld. I have never heard of it, and the General Administration of the Three Realms was established only a thousand years ago, and the information on the Three Realms in the archives is not comprehensive. I am afraid that this matter is not something we can solve. You have to go to the ancient predecessors of the same age and seniority as the grandpa to ask a question , And among the people we know, Siyu’s wife’s master Wutian ancestor, Siyu’s master Hongjun ancestor, and the Queen Mother of the West who escapes from the world in the void, the King of the East, and the Dragon King, they should know something about it. , When you get off work, I will accompany you to the Dragon Clan territory. Let's ask?"

Feng Jinxuan could only think about it this way.

Now the General Administration of the Three Realms and the Dragon Clan in the void have a shortcut to go back and forth at will.

"okay then……"

The other end.

Lingkui had entered the ninety-nine layer outside, and slipped into the dark temple of Wutian Ancestor suspended in the void.

There is no light in the gloomy and solemn temple.

Lingyu went all the way unimpeded, and the **** servants would salute and avoid when they saw it, and pointed her direction.

"Princess Spirit, the ancestor is in the mountains and rivers."

The landscape of mountains and rivers is an emerald relief mural, located behind the temple of Wutian Patriarch, but it is actually a different space.

As soon as Lingyu arrived in front of the "Mountain and River Realm" and after chanting the curse, his figure disappeared in front of the mural.

After entering the mural, the fairy mist is misty, the waterfall is pouring, and in the distance are the magnificent rivers and mountains that stretches and undulates. Cranes spread their wings in the sky, insects, ants, birds and beasts freely shuttle through the forest. .

From a long distance, Lingwei saw his master and Hongjun ancestor sitting and playing against the pool in the bamboo forest. The two elders were surrounded by rare birds and animals, and the scene was like a picture scroll.

The spiritual figure flashed, and suddenly appeared behind his master Wutian ancestor. The whole person lay on the old man's back and hugged his neck from behind.

"Master~"

The Wutian ancestor held the sunspot in his hand, and his face was fierce and cold. Facing the sudden appearance of the spirit and the voice of Jiao Didi, he sat firmly and not chaotically, and ignored the spirit of the air.

On the other hand, the ancestor Hongjun on the opposite side looked at Ling Yu with envy, "The female apprentice is good...Master’s intimate little padded jacket, unlike me, received six apprentices, all of them are gone, and the youngest one is not. I know to honor my old man..."

The ancestor Wutian had a cold look and snorted unceremoniously. The next second he flew the Lingyu fan with his hand, completely disregarding the friendship between master and apprentice.

Lingyu was thrown into the turbulent waterfall, and the drenched chicken suddenly appeared behind Wutian ancestor. He continued to wrap around, hugged his neck, and put his whole body softly on the wide back of Wutian ancestor. .

"Who made you angry again? Me? Then don't you want to vent your anger with Master?"

Linggui was afraid that he knew why his master would be so angry, so if he didn't say anything, he would suffer her first.

Yesterday, she and Gong Siyu went back to the God Realm to see their pregnant mother, but they did not go to the ninety-nine day to see Master.

"Keep rolling, I will be angry when I see you! Dead white-eyed wolf! Spread your paws and don't stick to me like a loach!"

The Wutian ancestor roared at the spirit with vicious tongue and ferociousness. As he said, the chessboard was overturned, scaring a kind of rare birds and beasts around him and fleeing.

"No, just stick."

Lingkui hung his whole body on the back of Wutian Ancestor, and when Wutian Ancestor stood up, his arms locked and couldn't get down.

"Hey, your master just saw you were jealous when you didn't come to visit him last year when you returned to the realm of God, the old man said for him."

Old ancestor Hongjun laughed and drank a drink.

Lingyu knows his master too well. He is jealous, jealous, and will not admit that he will only be angry.

She tucked her drenched hair, jumped from the back of Wutian ancestors, and changed her hands into a box of pastries in a crystal lunch box, and approached her master as if offering treasures, "Master's favorite pastry. "

With that said, she took out another picture of a soggy villain from her pocket.

"There is also a family portrait painted by Lian Er, look at it."

Sure enough, Wutian ancestors snatched the pastry box, and then coldly glanced at the family portrait painted by the sly little son.

"What the **** is this painting?"

"It's easy to recognize!" Lingkui introduced to Wutian ancestor, "Lian'er is the youngest person in the middle. There are me and Disi on the left and right, and Susu and Li'er stand beside me. Behind me is Master, Emperor Behind Si is the ancestor Hongjun, my father and mother are the last..."

There are many people in the painting, Jiang Ziwen, Lingshang, Farrid and so on.

The Wutian ancestor seemed to dislike this child's painting, but his actions betrayed him.

With a flick of his finger, the soaked painting dried up.

Then, the ancestor of Wutian was afraid that Hongjun would **** his pastry, put the lunch box in his arms, and ate a piece first. The ancestor Hongjun was very envious and looked at the pastry with glowing eyes.

"Cui'er... I brought it to your master, no husband?"

"Then your you must be looking for your apprentice."

"..."

Wutian ancestor still didn’t give Lingyu a good face. He smashed a few pieces of cakes and squinted at Lingyu. "Everything does not go to the Three Treasures Hall. You little thing brings your son's paintings and gives you cakes. ...... Do you want Lao Tzu to take your youngest son for you?"

"That's not possible!" Lingyu denied immediately, then looked away, and touched the tip of his nose, "I just want to come to you to settle things..."

"Sure enough! You won't come to see Lao Tzu when it's okay! Get off! Don't ask, just don't know!"

"Hey, I didn't even ask..."

The ancestor Wutian didn't give Lingyu a chance to speak at all, he turned into a cloud of smoke in the blink of an eye, and disappeared without a trace.

The spirit froze in place, "When did the master have such a bad temper?"

A few words will be fine in the future.

The ancestor Hongjun picked up the debris on the ground and was not too dirty. He sat on the ground rudely like a bad old man, his face was red and laughed like Hong Zhong, "It's not that you girl doesn't come to see him often. For the sake of face, he couldn't personally see how his apprentice had been. He finally came back once. If he didn't come to see him, Lao Hei was just a child's temper, and he would heal himself in a while."

"Na Hongjun, ancestor, will go home with me? There are still pastries in the house, and Di Si is taking his son to sit down?"

Lingyu thought in his heart that even if his master didn't tell her, ancestor Hongjun could ask.

"You ghost girl, do you want to keep that careful thought from the old man? Are you here today to ask about Qingwu? Don't go around such a big circle, just ask."

"Then you don't eat pastries?"

"Hey..."

Gong Siyu thought that Lingyu would not return early today. He felt bored with his son at home, so he was soaking in the swimming pool with his son under the scorching sun.

As a result, rare visitors came to the house.

(End of this chapter)