Lose 100 million today

The sound of footsteps came from far to near, with a squeaking sound, and they hid behind Lingji.

Chuzheng stood in front of Lingji: "Are you okay?"

Even though he's gone dark, he's still so weak...

Weak chicken.

Why.

The spirit trail followed the position where Chu Zheng was standing, slowly raised his eyes, and after a while, he opened his lips slightly: "Thank you, girl."

"As long as you think I'm a good person." Chuzheng handed him a fruit.

Lingji's eyelashes lowered lightly and he whispered: "Girl, if you do good deeds, you will be blessed."

"Good deeds?" Chuzheng said with unclear meaning, "You?"

Lingji's heartbeat paused inexplicably for half a beat.

"Take it." He held the fruit up for a long time, how polite was he?

There was a trace of surprise in Lingji's eyes, and then he raised his hand. His fingers brushed the back of Chuzheng's hand, as if he made a mistake.

But he turned around very quickly and caught the fruit.

Lingji retracted his hand, and the fingertips that he had just rubbed were smooth and delicate, like fine white jade.

But softer than jade.

Chuzheng looked at him suspiciously, then suddenly stretched out her hand and waved it in front of his eyes.

Lingji's eyes didn't move at all.

Chuzheng shook again.

Still no trace of movement, like...

Before the miracle came out, Chuzheng had already made up his mind: "Can't you see it?"

There was no strange color in the spiritual trace, and he just said lightly: "Girl, if your heart is clear, it will be clear."

You really can’t see it?

His eyes are so clear and beautiful that people can ignore whether there is a look in his eyes that a normal person should have.

And he is indeed no different from ordinary people.

It is almost impossible to associate him with the blind man.

Chuzheng looked at him: "Really? Then tell me what I look like?"

Miracle: "..."

The miracle is indescribable.

He could only rely on the elements between heaven and earth to see. The fruit Chuzheng gave him just now was just an ordinary fruit, so he couldn't see it.

Chu Zheng had dark elements on her body, but he could recognize it at a glance.

"It seems that your heart is not clear enough." Chuzheng's cold words fell on his ears.

Guozi lay quietly in Lingji's hand, and he said slowly: "Well, maybe. But I know that the girl is a dark magician."

Chuzheng admitted nonchalantly: "So? You still want to threaten me?"

"Does the matter in Maoling City have anything to do with the girl?"

Chuzheng looked serious: "I said no, do you believe it?"

"The dark element in the girl is the same as the dark element left in Maoling City." Lingji's voice seemed to soothe people's hearts, so gentle and comfortable that people didn't want to talk loudly to him.

Chuzheng was silent for a moment.

Everyone has a different aura, which anyone who is a magician can easily tell.

But these breaths will dissipate.

I don’t know when this weakling went there, and he can still recognize her aura.

[…] Miss, don’t you have some AC numbers in mind? You are a dark magician! !

"That only proves that I have been to Maoling City, but it doesn't mean that I have done anything." If you don't have evidence, you have to talk nonsense. Even if you are a good guy, you can't be a rogue to me.

"The girl is right." Lingji suddenly agreed without any intention of pursuing the matter further.

Chuzheng was a little strange.

Is this really the priest of the Temple of Light?

Could it be an undercover agent sent by the Dark Temple?

"As a priest of the Temple of Light, you don't want to arrest me?" Then tie him up, set him on fire or something like that. Isn't that how it's done in TV dramas?

There was some confusion in Lingji's tone: "Why did the girl say this?"

Chuzheng: "..."

Does this need any explanation?

How did Hao Renka become this priest?

Go through the back door?

I am a dark magician, and I am your mortal enemy.

Won't they be arrested and whipped?

Are you my mortal enemy?

"Light and darkness have always been at odds." Chuzheng said, "Isn't arresting me what you people should do?"

"The girl has not done anything bad. You cannot be biased against her because of some rumors. In the final analysis, it is just because we use different powers. There are bad people among good people, and there are good people among bad people."

The man carried a sense of sacred holiness, as if what he said was the will of God.

"Well, I'm a good person." Chuzheng was shameless and answered: "Do you also think I'm a good person?"

"If a girl has never done anything bad, she is naturally a good person." Lingji's answer was very general.

"Well, then I am." I have never done anything bad to you, I am a good person!

"Ouch..." The little thief is so shameless, he snatched my collar!

Chuzheng glanced at it indifferently: I bought it!

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"Can you trouble me, girl, to bring Qingyoudie over?"

Lingji rested for a while and asked Chuzheng politely.

"What Qingyou Butterfly?" I've never seen it before.

Miracle: "The biggest one."

oh!

That big moth.

Chuzheng didn't say a word, but stood up and took the moth, which was only the size of a fist.

Lingji stretched out his hand, and Chuzheng put the magic butterfly into his hand.

She pressed down gently: "You won't fall into a fantasy again, will you?"

Lingji felt the warmth in the strange woman's hand, and her heartbeat skipped a beat for no apparent reason.

He quickly suppressed the strange feeling.

"No, I accidentally let it take advantage of it before."

Hearing this, Chuzheng let go of his hand and said, "Who knows if you will be careless this time."

Miracle: "..."

Chuzheng sat next to him, unable to see due to the magic sign. He crossed his legs in an inconspicuous manner, resting his elbows on his knees, watching the magic sign deal with the big moth.

"What are you looking at me for, girl?"

"Can't you see?" How do you know I'm looking at you?

"Maybe it's because I can't see it and my feeling is more sensitive." Lingji explained softly: "I can feel it."

Chuzheng looked away.

If you don’t want to watch, don’t watch.

Who cares.

But for a moment, Chuzheng's eyes moved to him again.

Why can't I see my good guy card?

I want to see it!

confident

Light magic enveloped the demon butterfly, and the light made the man look even more sacred and mysterious.

We have to find a way to figure out the identity of this weakling.

The light on Lingji's fingertips dimmed, and the moth that was struggling just now suddenly stopped moving.

Lingji took out a brocade bag from his sleeve and put the big moth in it.

Chuzheng watched his movements, shook her legs, and asked casually: "Why is it called Qingyou Butterfly?"

Such a fierce moth actually has such a name.

Where is the peace and quiet?

Scared to death.

"The place where Qingyou Butterfly was born is called Qingyou. It is named after the place."

Chuzheng: "..."

So casual?

Lingji continued: "This is the last Qingyou butterfly. It has been in the Temple of Light. A few days ago, it accidentally escaped and chased it all the way here."

"Aren't those?" Chuzheng looked at the moth hanging over there.

Lingji shook his head: "No. They are used by Qingyou butterflies to protect themselves and cannot grow into real Qingyou butterflies."

Lingji paused: "But letting them go out will be very troublesome."

When these demon butterflies go out, they will continue to multiply, be harmed by people, and even split into new demon butterflies.

I'm afraid that very soon, magic butterflies will be everywhere.