Zhao Wuji asked curiously, "What's the price?"
Hu Linghu said with a smile, "For example, what is your real name, who is the puppet agent you met, and why would someone use puppetry on you? Aren't you curious yourself?"
In fact, Zhao Wuji was really not curious at all. The people who wanted to know this most now were Zhao Meiji and the others, and he was probably the least indifferent group of people.
Hu Linghu said, "If you don't want to say anything, just go back to the dormitory and don't come here again."
Zhao Wuji bowed and said "Thank you, Teacher Hu" and then left without leaving any clouds behind, leaving Hu Linghu dumbfounded. He had lived for hundreds of years, and this was the first time he had seen such a person. However, this guy has the smell of the royal family of elves. I don’t know if he is a hybrid or because of mating, but he can’t eat that fresh and youthful heart. At least he doesn’t dare to eat it forcefully.
Zhao Wuji returned to the dormitory, washed away his fatigue, lay down on the bed, and prepared to have a good sleep. Continuous training was also tiring. How good Duke Zhou was, so kind and kind.
Duke Zhou seemed to be smiling and said, "Yes, yes, sweet dreams, sweet dreams." Then he slowly came closer and looked at Zhao Wuji and said, "I am the patron saint of Yala. I couldn't kill you last time. How can you escape this time? Then As soon as he caught Zhao Wuji, he stabbed him in the heart."
Zhao Wuji woke up with a start. The sun was already high outside, and when he saw the small water-colored heart on the small screen of the system, his heart was empty. I can't help but recall the rumor on Earth that "the Duke of Zhou spits out his sword, and the world has no heart." What is the origin of this Yala patron saint? Next time he sneaks into his dream to assassinate himself, will he be beheaded directly?
After Zhao Wuji figured it out, he went to the street to buy some medicine, then left Feng Youyue a message about his return to China and started on his way home. Hu Linghu, who had been following Zhao Wuji for most of the day, quickly packed up his equipment and followed behind Zhao Wuji on horseback. Many men were so fascinated by him that they finally gave up everything, including their only sincerity, just to make him smile. I have never met someone who just left without saying goodbye, and just left in a sneaky way.
If Zhao Wuji knew what Hu Linghu was thinking, he would definitely feel that he had been wronged. Before going to bed yesterday, he still wanted to learn more skills from Professor Hu. There were not many opportunities to meet monster masters who could evade heaven-level induction. But when I woke up, I didn't know why the Guardian God of Yala was staring at me again, and he was still able to catch me and stab me with a knife. I had no choice but to leave, so I left openly.
He was being pointed at by people from Yala all day long. Zhao Wuji didn't dare to stop and continue on his way even at night. This made Hu Linghu hard. On such a lonely road, he had to follow someone without being discovered by him. ,too difficult.
Zhao Wuji in front didn't know that Hu Linghu was behind him, and thought it was the entity of Yala's patron saint. He was so frightened that he ran away faster, and Hu Linghu in the back had an even harder time. So unknowingly, I chased him faster and got closer. Then Zhao Moji found him in a small forest with a carbine as the sun rose.
Hu Linghu didn't know what the expression was on his girlish face, but her heart, which hadn't been beating for hundreds of years, finally started beating wildly, like a little girl who was caught stealing candy.
Zhao Wuji rode in slowly from the sunshine, as bright as a prince charming. Hu Linghu's head became confused and he couldn't analyze anything.
Zhao Wuji slowly approached like this, and then looked at the dumbfounded Liu Shen Wu Zhu's girl's face facing the sun, and couldn't help but kiss her, but Hu Linghu actually reached back and hugged Zhao Wuji and started to kiss her, as if their lips were touching. At that time, Hu Linghu finally fell, hugging Zhao Wuji and refusing to let go.
