Red Heart Survey

  Chapter 433 Eight Branches

  Green Eight Branches holds the head in his left hand, and holds the vine with his right hand.

  The head sticks to his heart.

  The vines are extremely long, hanging down to the bottom of the fruit house.

  His eight braids are neatly divided into two sides.

  Qing Qishu didn't seem to deal with him, so he greeted him sternly.

  But Qingbazhi gave a light, bypassing him, and said with joy: "Qinghua, are you here to meet me?"

   "Bazhi!" The Blue Saint hadn't spoken yet, Qing Qishu had turned back sternly and stopped in front of him: "What's the matter with the Dragon God messenger you are talking about?"

  Qingbazhi stared at Qinghua with a probe. Qishu was not as tall as him, but with her feet on her feet, she moved left and right, always occupying his sight.

   "Seven trees, I really underestimated you." Qing Bazhi finally couldn't ignore him anymore: "You and Jiuye Xiangshou, it was you who came back alive?"

  Green Seven Trees, of course, it is not convenient to go deep into this topic.

  "Don't talk about these useless ones, you said you found the dragon **** messenger?"

   "Then there can be fakes? After finishing the hunting, I thought about going hunting by the way... Boom!" He stopped suddenly and glanced at Qing Qishu contemptuously: "Why am I telling you this!"

  A swift step shook the Seven Trees, he smiled brightly at the blue and white: "The priest is still waiting for me, I will go in."

  Qinghua nodded, as if he had won a big victory, he stood up and walked inside.

  From beginning to end, Jiang Wang was treated as a transparent person, and he could even hear the voice of Green Seven Trees gritted with anger.

  In fact, there is only the saint blue and white in Bazhi's eyes. If it weren't for the green seven trees to squeeze in front of him, he probably couldn't even see the green seven trees.

   "Go in, go in, let's go in too!" Qing Qishu shouted.

  Blue and white also followed inward.

  Jiang Wang deliberately walked two steps quickly and entered the room where the priest was meditating. He used his body to block the sight of the little girl with soaring braids, preventing her from seeing the head in Bazhi's hand.

  He has no other thoughts, but if An An is here, he will cover An An’s eyes to prevent children from seeing the **** side of the world prematurely.

  Children still lack knowledge of the world. Seeing this too early can easily bring a lifetime of shadows and even distort their personality.

   "My Lord Priest!" As soon as Qing Bazhi entered the room, he walked to the old white-haired woman, knelt down, and raised the head of the person close to her heart with one hand in front of her.

   "Aikari...Hachie is finished!"

  The white-haired old woman had a sacred expression, holding the head in both hands, praying: "May the gods be immortal."

  In the room, Green Seven Trees, Green Nine Leaves, and even the round-faced girl who was blocked by Jiang Wang, all prayed at the same time. "May the gods be immortal."

The priest folded his hands and held the head in his arms. Only then did he say: "The young man from outside, I know you are kind. But for the saints, the cut head in Xiangshou is not bloody. Things, but our beauty and honor. Xiao Guoer can see these, and should see them."

  From these words, it can be judged that the old priestess may have a certain understanding of the external world. Otherwise she would not say "I know you are kind". If she had been living in the shadow of the gods and had never been in contact with the outside world, the moral concepts of the saints should occupy all of her, and she would not think that Jiang Wang's starting point was good intentions.

   Jiang Wang didn't agree in his heart, but he opened his body slightly. The conditions of the world are different. He can't measure everything by his own standards. This is the truth that his father taught him when he was very young.

  Especially in such an unfamiliar Senhaiyuan world.

   But never thought, a small hand grabbed the corner of his clothes.

  The little girl with upside-down braids hides behind him and does not want to come out.

  She would also pray for the gods, but the little girl was obviously afraid of the words "head" she heard.

  It seems that no matter what environment they are born in, human beings always have something in common. Jiang Wang thought.

  The white-haired old woman paused for a while, after all, she didn't say anything about it.

  At this time, Bazhi got up and noticed the green nine leaves standing in the room.

  His face darkened: "Why are you and Qishu both back? I need an explanation!"

  Qing Jiuye obviously consciously loses his sense of reason, and his voice is soft and weak: "Before we decide the victory or defeat, we found the dragon **** messenger... so we decided to suspend Xianghun first."

  Even the Green Seven Trees were silent at this time. After all, they did abandon the tradition because of his fear of pain and Qing Jiuye's softheartedness.

  Although there is such a reason as the dragon **** messenger, the dragon **** messenger is still uncertain. Especially now that there are three dragon **** messengers, it becomes even more ethereal.

  They suspend hunting, temporarily exempt from birth and death.

   Is this fair to the traditional Aohachi?

   Qing Bazhi moved his teeth: "Is that so?"

   did not let them continue to confront each other, the priest said at this time: "Bazhi, where is the dragon **** messenger you invited?"

  Qing Bazhi pulled his right hand vigorously, and the vines in his hand quickly recovered.

  This vine is too long, this end is in his hand, and the other end hangs outside the fruit house.

  Green Eight Branches pulled for a while...

boom! boom!

  Two figures fell into the room.

  A medium-sized person, lying on his back facing the sky, messy hair, blank eyes, and a slightly vicissitudes of expression.

  The other body was thin and smashed down face-to-ground, with a hairpin inserted in his hair, but still kept neat, lying on the ground, unable to see clearly.

  It's just that they are tightly **** by vines and cannot move.

  It seems that these two "dragon **** messengers" were captured by Green Bazhi, and then tied with this vine, dragged them all the way back to the land of the gods. No wonder this face lying on his back is unlovable...

  Compared with Jiang Wang's treatment, it is simply a difference between heaven and earth.

  But what made Jiang Wang's eyes bright was that he should have seen both of them!

  The clothes on their bodies are typical Qi people's costumes.

  The one lying on his back, although he was from an unknown surname, should have been seen in the Seven Star Valley.

  Before the secret realm of the Seven Star Building was opened, Jiang Wang observed all the participants and had some impressions of this person.

  In other words, he didn't come to Senhai Source Realm alone.

  Although he is a competitor, he will inevitably be kind at this time.

  The priest was silent for a while: "Bazhi, the Dragon God messenger you just invited?"

   Qinghachi still sternly said: "They run as soon as they see me, and I can't help it."

  The years brought patience to the priests, besides wrinkles: "Then how do you judge that they are Dragon God's messengers?"

"I was hiding in a concealed clothes at the time, and I happened to meet them fighting with the forest bear. Listening to what they said,'This world is ``attracting the stars', and contacting the clan records, I understand that they may be dragon **** messengers. Up."

   "Then why did they run when they saw you?"

   "I don't know either." Qing Bazhi was a little helpless: "I'm still rushing out to rescue them. I was about to talk, and when I turned my head, they all ran away!"

   "So you tied them back?"

   "Then I want them to follow me, they won't listen!"

  At this moment, Wu Quji, who was tightly bound, broke down in his heart.

  It’s such a brutal bear. We have been playing together for a long time. You don’t know where it suddenly jumped out and killed it with a javelin. It was dressed in such a strange shape, like a savage!

  Can we not be afraid, can we not run?

  (End of this chapter)