Lose 100 million today

There were not many people in the Qingfeng Hall. Chuzheng passed by and saw few people. The empty Qingfeng Hall, if it weren't for the fairy spirit here, Chuzheng would have thought it was a ghost hall.

Chuzheng pushed open the side door of the main hall and went in quietly.

Lingji was sitting at his desk carving the magic stone. Chuzheng didn't make any sound, but he still stopped and called softly: "Xiaozheng?"

"How do you know I'm coming? Can't you see me?" Is the good guy card just an act?

"You have the aura of dark elements on you, I can see it." Lingji paused and added: "It's very special." So special that you can recognize it at a glance.

"I obviously restrained myself." Chuzheng sat down in Fuyi, "How could you see that?"

"Maybe it's because I also have dark elements in my body, so I'm more sensitive." Lingji's fingers carefully avoided the things on the table, and he touched her hand and held it: "You restrain yourself very well. There will be no one except me." You can see it.”

"Oh." Chuzheng looked at the table: "What are you carving?"

"Magic stone." Lingji said.

"What is the use?"

"Storage the light magic."

Because there are too few light magicians.

Therefore, many things that require light magic can be solved with magic stones.

Chuzheng stood up suddenly, hugged him from behind, took out a gold sign and stuffed it into his hand: "You can engrave a new collar for Yinchun, it keeps barking at me and makes a lot of noise."

Lingji fumbled for the brand with his fingers and said with a helpless tone, "Why did you steal its collar in the first place?"

"..." In the barren mountains and ridges, it's the only one alive. I won't rob it... No, if I don't buy anything from it, who should I buy it from?

Can you say this?

cannot!

Am I shameless? !

Chuzheng rested her chin on Lingji's shoulder and said quietly, "It's nothing."

Lingji stopped asking any more questions and began to sketch in his mind what this thing looked like and what needed to be carved.

"Xiaozheng, can you stop pressing me?" Lingji suddenly said. Chuzheng was pressing him like this, and her hands were a little weak.

"Oh." Chuzheng dropped her hands from his shoulders and directly wrapped them around his waist.

Miracle: "..."

Lingji put down his things and held Chuzheng in his arms: "Don't move, or you'll disturb me, okay?"

Chuzheng: "..."

But I want to hold you even more! !

Is this the posture a girl should have?

Chuzheng had already taken the carving knife when she saw the miracle, but she didn't struggle after all.

Spiritual traces can only be carved by feeling. Chu Zheng raised his eyes slightly and saw his smooth chin, slightly tensed, and the profile of his face was like a beautiful painting.

Chuzheng looked at the spirit trace carvings, and the light magic penetrated along with the pattern. When the pattern was formed, a formation was completed.

After carving the spiritual traces, he asked, "What kind of material did you use?"

He felt no elements on it.

It's not like jade... but it feels good to carve, much easier to carve than the magic stone.

"Gold."

"..." Lingji fell into silence.

She also left a pile of gold coins for Yi Cun.

There was silence in the hall, and the magic stone was quietly carved with miraculous signs. Chu Zheng leaned against him.

Jiu Qu came in to deliver tea and was slightly surprised to see Chu Zheng being held by Ling Ji. Seeing that Ling Ji was not affected at all, this scene did not seem so difficult to accept.

In the past, the master always stayed alone in the empty and cold hall.

He also wanted to accompany him, but his master always refused.

And he really can't stay here forever.

There were many things in the temple, and he needed to deal with trivial matters that did not require the master to make decisions.

Jiu Qu sighed slightly in his heart, put down his things, and quietly retreated.

But Lingji stopped him and handed the engraved small gold medal to Jiuqu: "Find something to tie this on, and put it on Yi Cun."

Isn't this the piece of gold that Miss Chuzheng asked him to find some way to get?

Give it an inch... to be engraved?

-

Jiuqu went out with the small gold medal, found something to tie it on, and then looked for an inch.

Yinchun was running happily along a long corridor when Jiuqu appeared. Yinchun sprinted over at 100 meters, and his huge body pounced on Jiuqu.

Jiuqu was thrown to the ground by it without any surprise.

"Woof!"

Jiuqu pushed the enthusiastic head away and put the little gold medal on it.

"Woof woof!!" This is not my collar!

"Yes, the master carved it for you newly." Jiuqu said.

"Woof woof woof!" Kaisen, the master is so kind.

Jiuqu saw its doggy face full of dissoluteness and gloated: "But this brand is made by Miss Chuzheng and is made of gold."

An inch of his face drooped instantly.

"Woof woof woof!" The little thief must have bad intentions.

"I think Miss Chuzheng is impatient because of your noise." Jiuqu told the truth in one word.

I'm scared to death, but I always miss my collar.

So it could only go to Chuzheng's door and bark every day.

Chuzheng ran away as soon as she came out.

For several days, Jiuqu saw Chuzheng's whole body filled with murderous intent.

"Okay, don't bother Miss Chuzheng." Jiuqu warned.

"Woof woof woof!" She wants to lie to our master! And he bullied his master! !

Jiuqu suddenly became nervous: "Why did Miss Chuzheng bully the master?"

"Woof woof woof!!" She pressed down on her master! This and this...

Jiuqu: "..." From now on, I think I have to be more careful and not let it wander around.

Jiuqu coughed lightly and quickly changed the topic.

-

Start offering sacrifices to heaven.

A grand ceremony to worship the heaven will be held on this day, and the ceremony in Penghua City will be hosted by the temple.

At that time, the priest will travel throughout Penghua City to complete the heaven-sacrifice ceremony.

Chuzheng didn't know there was such an event. She only knew that Lingji had been very busy recently.

"Girl, this is your thing."

Chuzheng stopped listening to the gossip, handed the gold coins to the shopkeeper, took her things and left.

Maybe it was because of the sacrifices, but people from the temple could be seen everywhere, busy setting up on the streets.

"Chu Zheng."

Fu Yu's face emerged from behind the crowd and ran directly to her. His face was full of excitement and excitement, as if he were meeting a long-lost relative.

"It's really you, I thought I was just seeing you."

"It turns out you're not dazzled."

"..." Fu Yu was choked. After not seeing him for such a long time, Miss Chuzheng was still so hard to answer. Fu Yu's eyes rolled: "I didn't have time to talk to you last time. Jiuqu said you were the guest of the priest. Are you still in the Qingfeng Hall now?"

"Um."

"How did you get in?" Fu Yu was curious.

Why are you the guest of the priest?

The fire of Fu Yu’s Bagua is burning brightly.

However, Chu Zheng, a big boss who only wanted to hear gossip and not discuss it, ignored his question.

Fu Yu also knew that the priest's gossip was definitely not so easy to find out, so he didn't feel much disappointed in his heart.

"You have to be careful about that eldest princess." Fu Yu thought of this and reminded Chu Zheng: "I always feel that she won't just give up."