Wife is Outrageous: His Evil Highness Comes Knocking

Zhang Danfeng was chic with a careless face, eyes like autumn waves, smiles on the lips, a little laziness, and a sense of coziness. It seemed that he was also covered by a quilt when the sky fell.

As if there were silent sound waves spreading, those Hmong people who were doing the work downstairs all lifted up in unison, and looked at the three people with countless lights. There were surprises, surprises, and envy ...

As they got deeper, more and more people noticed them, and whispered.

Yun Lei was somewhat embarrassed by these people and looked down slightly.

Xuanyuan Shuiluo seems to enjoy this eye-catching taste, and the smile on his face is sweeter and more charming.

Zhang Danfeng glanced at Yun Lei and turned to Xuanyuan Shuiluo, "Where does your master live?"

Xuanyuan Shuiluoyizhi pointed to a tall bamboo building on the middle of a mountainside at the end of the village and said, "Two hundred years ago, he lived there."

Zhang Danfeng looked up and saw that the bamboo building was covered with a banyan forest on the mountainside, only a gray roof was exposed. There is a faint layer of purple air around it.

Zhang Danfeng's heart moved and said, "Your master is also a master?"

Xuanyuan Shuilu giggled: "Yeah. He has raised a lot of puppets, all of which are rare species in the world. His puppetry skills are also amazing, and his master was not as good as him."

Although Yun Lei didn't often go down the mountain and knew very little about people, she had heard Master talk about this witchcraft. Knowing that this technique is very mysterious and vicious, it is often murderous and invisible, and its strangeness is so difficult for Master to describe it in case. Yun Lei had been instructed to be extremely careful when encountering people who would make the witchcraft, not to be a last resort.

When she heard the master of Xuanyuan Shuiluo, she would startled the witchcraft, and she was a little surprised. It is still difficult for Xuanyuan Shuiluo to distinguish between enemies and friends. If her master does n’t have good intentions, that ’s really a headache.

She glanced at Zhang Danfeng, but Zhang Danfeng was calm and seemed not worried.

The three of them walked very quickly, and they reached the foot of the mountain in an instant. I was looking for a mountain on the road, but saw dozens of people coming down from the mountain. These people are old and young, men and women, all wearing unique Hmong costumes. Men's clothing is dark blue, while women are colorful, colorful, and covered with bright silver jewelry. Come jingle.

The group came to the three and stopped suddenly. The old man with white beard and white hair, heading up and down, looked at the three, and finally stopped on Xuanyuan Shuiluo, showing a surprise on his face. "You ... are you Shuiluo? "

Xuanyuan Shuiluo slightly frowned a little eyebrows, looked up and down the old man, this old man is thin, full of wrinkles piled up, white hair fluttering, I do not know how many years old, but the spirit is very strong, eyes The fine light flickers. Obviously, Kung Fu is not low.

Xuanyuan Shuiluo looked at him for a long time and couldn't remember when he knew such a person. He couldn't help but smile apologetically, "Sorry, who are you? I don't know you."