Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

   Chapter 1875 White Fox (10)

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   Outside the gate of Xuanzong Sect.

  The lights are brightly lit, and the torches are raised high.

  The big tree outside the door was illuminated, quietly, and the shadow of the tree fell, falling on the ground, like a ghost.

   It was pitch black, like a bystander, witnessing the atmosphere here, becoming more and more tense.

  The sword is on the verge of breaking out.

  Inside the door, a group of disciples stood guard outside the door, always on guard.

  The formation has been set up, and the sword has been unsheathed.

  Stand ready, no one dares to underestimate the enemy.

  Compared to the tension and confrontation among the disciples of the Xuanzong sect, outside the door, the disciples of the Demon Palace seemed much more casual.

  Put a deck chair and just lie there.

   Swaggeringly, he used a toothpick to hold the meat in his teeth.

  Looking at the equipment of the disciples of the Xuanzong sect, he even snorted.

   It seems that these people are not taken seriously.

   Several disciples in the front row glanced at each other.

   Not long after, the head and elders arrived.

   In the center of the formation, a path was made.

  Che Yungong was wearing a Taoist robe, with sharp eyes, standing in front of everyone.

  In his hand, he still holds the letter.

   Facing the casually lazy Mozu people outside the door, he seemed to be holding back his anger.

  He said: "What do you mean? The magic palace is missing something. You should blame your people for not being able to take care of it. What are you doing with our Xuanzong faction?!"

  The demon raised his legs, trembled, and squinted at him.

   It seems that he didn't take him seriously.

   "Why? The Xuanzong sect is so majestic that even the head of the sect will open his eyes and talk nonsense together with him?"

   "Our treasure is gone. At that time, only people from your Xuanzong sect were present. You didn't steal it. Could it be that the treasure ran away by itself?"

"…you-"

  Che Yungong glared angrily, his beard trembling with anger.

   "Don't spout blood! Why did our people appear in the magic palace?!"

  The demon changed his leg again, and continued to shake and wobble.

   "Oh... It seems that the head of the Xuanzong sect doesn't know what happened."

   "Since that's the case, which brat among you stole it... dare not admit it?"

  He snorted, with a half-hearted smile.

   "Che Yungong, we don't care who among you took it, in short, the things must be returned!"

   "Not coming back yet...you can try."

   "See if it's the sword speed of your little devils, or the sword speed of our army!"

  Mogong was really angry this time, completely reckless.

   I don’t care how many casualties will be caused by launching a war, and even if I say attack, I will attack—

  It seems that what was lost this time is very important to them.

  It is important enough for them to tear up the armistice agreement and start the war again.

  Che Yungong's face changed, and he finally realized the seriousness of this matter.

   He grasped the letter, and his mind was steady.

  Looking at the arrogant demons outside, he held his breath and asked, "You said we took it, but do you have evidence?"

  The demon sneered, "What? Mr. Che Yun, do you think we will be like you, and will randomly put **** on other people's heads?"

   "Our Master Dharma Protector could see it clearly at that time. It was in the Diming Mountain! One mile up from the Beiji Mountain Range! You know what your people did there!"

   "Che Yungong, that's all for today! Three days, just three days!"

   "Either, hand over the thing; or..."

  He straightened up, and slowly, made a gesture of wiping his neck.

   His face was full of cruelty.

"you know."

  (end of this chapter)