Chapter: 1538
"According to the rules, when you decide to assassinate the official saint, you are no longer in the hotel, and I should not save people."
The old man lying on the bed showed shame:
"I'm sorry, I did violate the rules set by Master Wuhen. I will leave after I recover from my injury."
Madoka showed the anger of hating iron but not steel, and there was a hint of sadness hidden in her eyes.
Over the years, there have been newcomers joining constantly, and some people have been expelled from the team or died like "ashamed to be a father" because they have troubles in their hearts and violated the rules of self-salvation.
She is like a real hotel receptionist, welcoming and seeing them off one by one, watching them come and go one by one.
Now, Uncle Zhang, who is older than her, has also embarked on this path.
At this time, a ray of bright starlight poured into the room along the window like flowing water, condensing into a tall and straight young man with handsome features.
He stared at the old man on the bed, and said coldly:
"You'd better speak clearly. This determines whether I arrest you or help you."
To be honest, he was very surprised by the assailant's appearance. He was old and vicissitudes, his skin was dark and rough, wrinkled and his lips were dark.
The hair is very short, with a light layer of white, no black hair.
This is an old man in his sixties, no, an old farmer. Although he has become a spiritual practitioner, the first half of his life has left indelible marks on him.
Some are dull, some are simple and honest, and they have the same temperament as those old farmers on the ridges he met when he was a child.
If you bury your head in farming all day long, you will lose the ability to socialize with others, so you will appear dull.
How could such an old man become a spiritual practitioner, or an evil profession?
Seeing Zhang Yuanqing appearing in the room, the old man's face changed drastically, and his body convulsed violently, as if he wanted to get up to meet the enemy, but his limbs were numb and sore, and he couldn't do anything except spasm and twitch.
"You actually chased me here." Uncle Zhang shouted hoarsely, "Xiaoyuan, hurry up, take Beiyue away, and leave me alone."
Madoka sighed softly, and said:
"Don't worry, he's my friend."
Uncle Zhang, who was twitching all over his body, froze for a moment, and said in astonishment, "Friend?"
More than an hour ago, the official saint who was still fighting with him at Jinghai People's Hospital was Xiaoyuan's friend?
When did she have such a friend?
Madoka said lightly:
"He is Yuanshi Tianzun!"
Yuanshi Tianzun Uncle Zhang was stunned at first, then his face changed, complex and incomprehensible emotions flashed in his eyes.
Xiaoyuan didn't notice the change in the old man's face. She was looking at Zhang Yuanqing and introduced in a low voice:
"Uncle Zhang!"
"Uncle Zhang, right?" Zhang Yuanqing almost blurted out: It's still from the same family.
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The old man lying on the bed showed shame:
"I'm sorry, I did violate the rules set by Master Wuhen. I will leave after I recover from my injury."
Madoka showed the anger of hating iron but not steel, and there was a hint of sadness hidden in her eyes.
Over the years, there have been newcomers joining constantly, and some people have been expelled from the team or died like "ashamed to be a father" because they have troubles in their hearts and violated the rules of self-salvation.
She is like a real hotel receptionist, welcoming and seeing them off one by one, watching them come and go one by one.
Now, Uncle Zhang, who is older than her, has also embarked on this path.
At this time, a ray of bright starlight poured into the room along the window like flowing water, condensing into a tall and straight young man with handsome features.
He stared at the old man on the bed, and said coldly:
"You'd better speak clearly. This determines whether I arrest you or help you."
To be honest, he was very surprised by the assailant's appearance. He was old and vicissitudes, his skin was dark and rough, wrinkled and his lips were dark.
The hair is very short, with a light layer of white, no black hair.
This is an old man in his sixties, no, an old farmer. Although he has become a spiritual practitioner, the first half of his life has left indelible marks on him.
Some are dull, some are simple and honest, and they have the same temperament as those old farmers on the ridges he met when he was a child.
If you bury your head in farming all day long, you will lose the ability to socialize with others, so you will appear dull.
How could such an old man become a spiritual practitioner, or an evil profession?
Seeing Zhang Yuanqing appearing in the room, the old man's face changed drastically, and his body convulsed violently, as if he wanted to get up to meet the enemy, but his limbs were numb and sore, and he couldn't do anything except spasm and twitch.
"You actually chased me here." Uncle Zhang shouted hoarsely, "Xiaoyuan, hurry up, take Beiyue away, and leave me alone."
Madoka sighed softly, and said:
"Don't worry, he's my friend."
Uncle Zhang, who was twitching all over his body, froze for a moment, and said in astonishment, "Friend?"
More than an hour ago, the official saint who was still fighting with him at Jinghai People's Hospital was Xiaoyuan's friend?
When did she have such a friend?
Madoka said lightly:
"He is Yuanshi Tianzun!"
Yuanshi Tianzun Uncle Zhang was stunned at first, then his face changed, complex and incomprehensible emotions flashed in his eyes.
Xiaoyuan didn't notice the change in the old man's face. She was looking at Zhang Yuanqing and introduced in a low voice:
"Uncle Zhang!"
"Uncle Zhang, right?" Zhang Yuanqing almost blurted out: It's still from the same family.
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