"Then have you ever thought, in fact, maybe, according to the current relationship, Xie Lingxi and the Queen are the concubines?"

The restaurant was silent again.

Princess Yinyao's tone suddenly became pitiful: "You are so pitiful."

Xie Lingxi, Queen: "."

After breakfast, although Zhang Yuanqing didn't eat abalone, he licked the child's granary and won the child's job, and he was satisfied.

After returning to the room, he dialed Xie Lingxi's father's mobile phone, and after the other party connected, he immediately entered the night tour.

This can shield the voice of the phone call, so as not to be eavesdropped by the girl Xie Lingxi.

"Nephew, is Lingxi still behaved in Songhai?" Xie Su's mellow and gentle laughter came from the loudspeaker.

"Very good. She just rejected the suggestion to poison my girlfriend or hire her to kill her. I think Lingxi is a kind-hearted girl." Zhang Yuanqing also smiled generously.

Xie Su's smile suddenly felt awkward, "Oh, Lingxi, she was taught badly by her mother since she was a child."

Then Zhang Yuanqing heard a soft and soft voice called Qu said: "Master, don't talk nonsense, they teach Lingxi to be a man of duty every day~"

This is Xie Lingxi's mother? The sound is really nice, but the taste of tea is very strong. Zhang Yuanqing silently commented.

"Thank you, Patriarch, there is something I want to ask you." Zhang Yuanqing entered the topic.

"What is it?"

"I remember that musicians are in charge of gestation and life, and high-level regular props such as the womb of the mother goddess can even bring the dead back to life. If, um, a person's soul is lost, can you recover it?" Zhang Yuanqing immediately held his breath after asking.

Xie Su was silent for a while, and said:

"A lot of conditions need to be added, for example, I have to be present. For example, if there are not many scattered souls, when the conditions are met and the environment permits, I can put the souls back together. If there are specific props, I can repair the souls. If there are no props. "

Xie Su thought for a while and said, "Then I can't repair it, even if I pay a huge price, I can only stitch it up."

Zhang Yuanqing, who was sitting at the desk, collapsed on the back of the chair and sat there blankly.

After an unknown amount of time, he heard Xie Su probing, "Nephew?"

Zhang Yuanqing took a deep breath, adjusted his emotions, and asked:

"The Great Price Means"

"Like a fall!" Xie Su said.

"." Zhang Yuanqing raised his hand and pressed his forehead.

After a few seconds, he said in a low voice: "I see, thank you Uncle Xie for clarifying the confusion."

After hanging up the phone, he put the phone on the table, slumped on the back of the chair, and didn't speak or express for a long time.

After a long time like this, he picked up his phone again and sent a message to Palace Master Zhisha:

"Meet tonight?"

After sending the message, he waited patiently. Ten minutes later, the text message to stop killing the palace lord arrived:

"Okay! See you at the old place at twelve o'clock in the evening." JrNovels.com