We are all reborn, of course we have to overthrow it and start over again to take the whole family f

Upon hearing the order, the white mastiff was stunned for a moment.

White Mastiff: Who are you, little kid? Why should I listen to you?

But the next second, due to an irresistible force, it obediently gave the saved chicken leg to Shihua, then lay down and turned back to signal Shihua to get on its back.

The white mastiff’s inner thoughts: Oh, no, no, no, no, I won’t give it to you. This is the midnight snack I saved. I don’t want to go either. Why should I chase anyone? I want to sleep.

The white mastiff is honest in heart, but dishonest in body. Its mind and body are twisted and twisted. Obviously, the body has the upper hand.

Shihua took the roasted chicken leg with her right hand and took two bites impatiently.

Well, eating well gives you the energy to chase the bad guys, there’s nothing wrong with that.

With the other hand, he placed his hands on his waist, teaching the white mastiff a lesson.

"You big fool, it's your honor to give me a ride, do you think I will treat you badly?"

After saying that, he reached his hand into the spiritual realm, drew a stick of spiritual water from the spiritual stream, and stuffed it directly into the white mastiff's mouth.

Ah! I don't want it. What did you give me to eat? You want to poison me to death.

The white mastiff was resisting, and the next second, what the hell is this? It smells so sweet!

The white mastiff was about to find words to retort, but when it tasted the spiritual water, its thoughts and body instantly became unified.

Chase! Chase! You must chase!! Where is the bad guy? If I don’t chase him to the ends of the earth, I am a puppy.

The white mastiff is very spiritual. Once it touches the spiritual water, it knows that it is a treasure from heaven and earth.

White Mastiff's inner thoughts: Hey, boss, why didn't you tell me earlier about this good stuff? If you had told me earlier, there wouldn't be this misunderstanding. Come on, come on, come on, I'll follow you from now on. I promise I'll hit you wherever you point your finger.

It is this spiritual water, give me a mouthful or two every day, is that okay? I really don't want more, if it really doesn't work, a few drops will do.

At first glance, Shihua's short body, with its tiny arms and legs, made it difficult for him to climb onto my back.

Being impatient, it opened its huge bloody mouth and grabbed the flower, then flicked it onto its back.

"Hold on tight, start!"

Shihua freed her hand and pointed in the direction where the evil spirit was escaping. The white mastiff let out a "wool" and rushed out like an arrow.

The prince went to great lengths to obtain this white mastiff from a snowy mountain valley in the western border of Daliang.

To be more precise, the white mastiff followed him out of the snow valley voluntarily. Yes, he used roasted chicken legs to lure/abduct it, and it voluntarily left the valley.

Even so, in order to get this white mastiff, he paid the price of the lives of five guards and a bite on the back of his hand (he fed the white mastiff food to lure him, but the mastiff misunderstood and bit him). The wound took two months to heal.

Ten Joys Tower.

Prince Ning Li Jun stood under the eaves of the highest floor of Shiyue Tower, leaning on the railing and looking out.

His eyes were looking at the East Palace. At this moment, his handsome face was frosty and expectant, and his thin lips were raised from time to time, with a hint of cold and evil charm.

"Whoosh!"

Something passed by him. It was so fast that he could only see a shadow, but he felt an inexplicable tremor in his heart, and felt very uncomfortable.

It seemed as if there was a pair of deep eyes that could see through everything, staring at him, seeing through all his little secrets.

Fortunately, that look flashed away in an instant, otherwise he really could not withstand the pressure.

He comforted himself, "I think I am overthinking this." The person who was assigned to the East Palace to do this has been killed.

The dead cannot speak, he was worrying too much.

Shihua, who was riding a white mastiff at lightning speed, looked back when passing by Shiyue Tower.

Oh, is this the chosen one in this book, Prince Ning Li Jun? He is so ugly. I am busy today. I will go to Prince Ning's mansion to play some other day.

"Brother Zi'an, does this move work?"

Ning Wang Li Jun, with his eyes still fixed on the Eastern Palace, asked casually.

Xiahou Zi'an came out of the house happily and stood beside King Ning with a flattering smile on his face.

"Your Highness, it's not a big problem. My mother once used this trick to capture someone's soul, and that person became stupid."

That’s right, the person Xiahou Zian was talking about was Xiahou Changfeng.

The evil man who took away Xiahou Changfeng's soul and two spirits was arranged by Lu Meihua with a huge sum of money.

Lu Meimei gave birth to Xiahou Zi'an. Although she had a son, her son's qualifications were too mediocre.

Seeing Changfeng, born to Yun, growing up day by day and becoming famous in the capital, she felt crazy inside!

How long can you use your beauty to please others? Now, she is able to tie Xiahou Wenyuan down with her beauty and gentleness. But she knows that in the second half of her life, she will fight for her son.

Although she tried her best to motivate her son and forced Xiahou Zian to study hard day and night, diligence was nothing compared to talent.

Seeing the gap between the two boys widening, Xiahou Wenyuan's only topic was how outstanding and motivated Changfeng was. She was going crazy.

She secretly inquired about the possibility of reversing this impasse, any method would do.

By chance, she heard that somewhere in the West Mountain, there was a god who performed very effective rituals. As long as the worshippers were sincere, their wishes would be fulfilled.

She was tempted, so she made up an excuse, cheated some money from Xiahou Wenyuan, and went to look for the god.

Xishan, located in the western suburbs of Beijing, is a famous mountain in Beijing. She brought two people with her and after much effort, she finally found the residence of the god in a mountain.

The so-called residence of the gods is actually just two simple thatched huts.

But when she entered the thatched hut, she found that it was connected to a dark cave. At the entrance of the cave, there was a statue that she had never seen before.

Lu Meimei has also visited many Buddhist temples and Taoist temples, and the statues of gods she worshipped were either kind-looking or majestic.

But the statue at the entrance of the cave was a strange creature with red eyes. She couldn't help but get goose bumps and shiver all over her body when she looked at it.

A wandering sorcerer with strange attire, who did not look like a native of Daliang, was sitting on a tattered cushion and meditating.

The room was cold and eerie, and filled with a nauseating odor that was neither smelly nor fishy. She was forcing herself to hold it back so as not to vomit out the overnight meal.

She couldn't stay there for even a minute and wanted to run away.

But just as she took a step forward, a voice struck her deep inside. The voice was low and hoarse, like the rustling sound of a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue, cold and yet full of endless charm.

"Donor, since you have come here, you must have a great opportunity and a great wish. Don't you want your wish to come true?"

The last half sentence seemed to have magic, pulling Lu Meimei's outstretched legs back.

Yes, if things work out, good days will follow.

Now that she is here, if she doesn’t give it a try, it would be a waste of time walking through so many mountain roads.

As for what method the sorcerer uses, whether it is righteous or evil, she doesn't care about the details, she only wants the result.

She stepped back and said, "Master, you are so capable. You made my wish come true."

The warlock curled his lips, and the two mustaches on his lips were tilted at a strange angle.

"Of course, but this is to change one's fate against the will of heaven, and the price is very high. It depends on your sincerity, the donor!"