Chapter 313 I don’t know how I died [2 updates]

Master Ming Deng suddenly changed his expression.

Is there such a destiny in Anseong?

No, I should say, there is still one now?

Ming Deng immediately clasped his hands together and said respectfully: "Amitabha, since the donor is the reincarnation of Ziweixing, why should he help the evil tyrants and protect this disaster?"

He was entrusted by someone to take care of Ji Qingwei, how could he see Ji Qingwei being robbed of her luck and dying?

The one who can attract Ziweixing should be Ji Qingwei.

Yu Xiheng's expression remained calm, but his aura became more powerful, as terrifying as still water flowing deep.

He slowly said: "I don't want to know what you are talking about, but you disturbed her to take a rest."

As soon as the folding fan was closed in the man's hand, the silver needle that had sunk into the ground suddenly flew up again and returned to the folding fan.

But the next second, the folding fan opened again and spun out.

Like a knife blade, wherever the folding fan passes

Master Mingdeng was unable to dodge again, and his cassock was torn apart.

There was finally a hint of fear on his face: "What kind of hidden weapon is this?!"

Although the three major families are still strong, they are indeed not as good as their peak state a thousand years ago.

Because many technologies have been lost.

He went to Zhongzhou to seek alms and met the Mo family, but he had never seen such a powerful and changeable hidden weapon.

Yu Xiheng said nothing. He raised his hand and the fan returned to his palm.

At this moment, Si Fuqing suddenly pushed him away and straightened up.

Yu Xiheng's eyes narrowed slightly and he grabbed her shoulders.

But the next second, his arm shook slightly, numbed for a moment, and then relaxed.

Si Fuqing had no expression. She raised her hand, clenched it into a fist.

Then it moved.

He attacked straight towards Master Mingdeng.

"Demon girl, you are still stubborn in front of the Buddha!" ​​Master Mingdeng's face darkened, "Even if Ziweixing is here today, I can't protect you!"

He picked up the Zen staff, muttered something in his mouth, and began to knead the talisman with his other hand.

But in a moment, Si Fuqing had already arrived in front of him.

"Bang!"

Just one punch!

"Crack!"

The Zen staff broke instantly.

Immediately afterwards, a clear sound of bone cracking was heard, and Master Mingdeng flew out uncontrollably, and the tree behind him was broken along with it.

He fell to the ground, spit out a few mouthfuls of blood, and looked shocked.

Ji Qingwei is a genius rarely seen in several years, but he is weak and has no physical strength.

This witch was able to blow him up with one punch. Could it be that she had robbed more than one person of their luck?

Master Mingdeng didn't have time to think about it, Si Fuqing came in front of him again and punched him a few more times.

"Bang."

"Bang."

"Bang!"

"Pfft——!" Master Mingdeng couldn't bear it anymore and fainted.

Si Fuqing looked at his free hands, and after a few seconds, he squatted down again and hugged his knees with his hands.

Yu Xiheng raised his eyebrows. He stepped forward and stretched out his hand to pull up Si Fuqing who was squatting on the ground.

It didn't pull this time.

He patiently bent down and arranged her hair gently: "What is it this time? So heavy?"

Si Fuqing buried his head: "Today is the peach tree! It's sweet and super delicious."

Yu Xiheng was silent for a moment and whispered: "How do I know whether it is sweet or not?"

Si Fuqing scratched his head: "You try it?"

She handed him a piece of hair.

"..."

Yu Xiheng then asked: "Is there anyone you like?"

Si Fuqing was still squatting on the ground: "Yes, I am raising a child. He is really cute. I liked him very much before I met him."

Yu Xiheng's eyes dimmed slightly.

He had heard Yu Tang mention that young people nowadays like to play various nurturing games.

Yu Tang was just playing.

He calculated the people around her, but he neglected that the game was also a culprit.

Yu Xiheng lowered her eyelashes: "I'd better play less of this kind of game in the future."

"No, no, no." Si Fuqing hugged his legs, "I must raise him! You won't understand this sense of accomplishment. I'm super happy!"

Yu Xiheng paused for a moment and suddenly smiled: "It's not that I don't understand. I am indeed very happy after being raised. Why won't the peach tree go home?"

Si Fuqing hesitated and stretched out his hand: "Go home and sleep to grow more peaches."

He held her hand and glanced lightly at Master Ming Deng who had passed out. There was no unnecessary emotion in his eyes.

Then he slowly opened Si Fuqing's cell phone and dialed the emergency contact number.

Tsukimi was enjoying his life at the bar when he suddenly received a call. He thought something terrible had happened and immediately dumped the handsome bartender.

I borrowed another car and drove wildly to the edge of the woods.

When she saw that all the trees around her were broken, and there was a bald head lying on the ground that she didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

Tsukimi: "..."

She probably knew what was going on.

She looked at Yu Xiheng and said politely: "What is this?"

"You were here last time, you have experience." Yu Xiheng said calmly, "She fell asleep, I took her back to rest."

Tsukimi's eyes narrowed.

As a spiritual evolver, she possesses the ability of telepathy.

The strongest psychic ability can directly read other people's memories, plunder other people's thoughts, and control other people's actions.

Of course, her abilities are not yet as high as this.

But she can also read other people's thoughts.

Even the eldest brother and the second brother will fall into her trap when they are not paying attention.

However, she couldn't see through the man in front of her at all.

When he looked at her like this, she seemed to have seen through everything.

Yu Xiheng said nothing more, hugged Si Fuqing and left.

"You damn bald donkey, you're disturbing my rest." Yue Jian kicked Master Ming Deng on the ground, "I hate you most who chant sutras, you chant like crows."

She casually took a snakeskin bag from the car, tied it up with Master Ming Deng, threw it into the car, and then dealt with the scene of the incident before driving away.

**

At three o'clock in the morning, Nian Tingchu and Ye Zhenmian both fell asleep, and Yu Xiheng sent Si Fuqing to the studio.

Before Sang Yanqing could rest, she stepped forward: "What's wrong? Are you asleep? Why is your face so red? You don't know how to drink, do you?"

"Yes." Yu Xiheng said, "She has fallen asleep. Let her have a good rest."

He put Si Fuqing on the bed and took out a tissue to wipe the sweat from her head.

Sang Yanqing: "..."

If she can't see it anymore, she will be a fool.

However, she felt that the only one who could suppress her artist was the one in front of her.

At this moment, Yu Xiheng raised his head and said in a cool tone: "You have been following her. Has she met anyone else?"
To be continued...