Chapter 1781

He wasn't very seven panicked at first, but now his head is buzzing with fear.

Why did the source of Linghu disappear?

Is the master really dying?

However, the source of Linghu is his home. If the master dies, why is he still alive?

He must depend on his master!

What should I do?

What the hell is he going to do?

"Wow!"

He was so scared that he couldn't help crying out, "master, why don't you take me with you when you're dead? What should I do?"

Crying and crying, somehow, he had a flash of inspiration and thought of Gong Yulan.

Yes, the hero yulanzhi likes his master so much that he won't let his master die like this.

He will find a way to save her!

As soon as the idea came out, he wiped his tears and wanted to contact Gong Yulan.

But... He doesn't know where Gong Yulan is now!

The idea is good, but it's useless not to contact!

"Wuwu..."

He kept crying. He didn't know how long he cried. The steward came to deliver meals to the little white deer. Hearing the cry, he hurriedly pushed the door in and saw the little white deer watching Duanmu yawang crying. His heart was sad. He motioned people to arrange the meals and comforted: "Don't be sad, young master Bai. There's still a long time to go before the exile ceremony. I'm sure I can think of a solution before the exile ceremony."

The little white deer shook his head. "I don't think you can think of a way."

"How can it be? Our Lord knows a lot of people and Mr. Xiao has a wide range of ways. He has gone to find a way. It can be solved soon. If you eat first, maybe when you are full, they can think of a way to solve it."

"I don't want to eat. My sister is dead and I can't live."

"What silly words are you talking about?" such a young child really startled the steward when he said such words. He thought it was his sister and brother who were in deep love and his voice was softer. "Young master Bai, you didn't know that you liked to eat Lily roast chicken before. What did you do today? You might as well try it first?"

The little white deer moved its eyelids.

Obviously.

The steward noticed that he was crying and stopped and coaxed again: "anyway, it's better to be full than hungry?"

Yes, it's better to be full than hungry.

Maybe this is his last meal?

Thinking so, the little white deer climbed down from the bed and ate at the table.

Sure enough, a lot of meat he loved to eat was cooked on the table, especially the lily roast chicken.

The host said before that the procedure is particularly troublesome to make this Lily roast chicken. Even Fang Fu can't do every meal. However, he ate it yesterday and did it today. It can be said that he was very attentive, "thank you for being in charge."

"You're welcome."

The steward was distressed to give him cloth dishes and specially clip the best parts to him.

"Eat well."

The little white deer was eating. There were no tears long ago, only red eyes.

"Eat more if it's delicious."

"Yes."

The little white deer ate and thought of something. He looked up and looked at the steward, "can you help me find someone? I think he has a way to save my sister."

"Of course." when the steward heard that someone could save Duanmu yawang, he couldn't wait to say, "young master Bai, what's your name, are you from here or outside? Where are you now?"

The little white deer flattened his mouth, "call Gong Yulan, but I don't know where he is."

"This..." the steward frowned: "it's so big outside. If we don't know where he is, we can't find him."

"I knew..."

The little white deer ate half a bowl of rice and several pieces of roast chicken. Hearing this, he had no appetite at all. He put down his dishes and chopsticks and said, "mind you, clean up. I won't eat any more."

"You just ate a little, why don't you eat?"

"I can't eat any more."

The steward sighed and stopped persuading him when he saw his listless appearance. He comforted: "we don't have a wide network outside, but Mr. Xiao should be able. Let's ask Mr. Xiao for help."

"OK."

Soon, the steward packed up and went out.

The little white deer lay back on the bed. Sometimes she looked at Duanmu Ya and shook her to see if she would wake up. If she couldn't wake up, she couldn't help crying. She was tired of crying. She fell asleep with a wet little pillow.

Not only the little white deer, but also the shadow at night.

She always put her hope on Xiao Wuzheng and walked anxiously in the room.

She waited until the evening when someone finally reported, "miss night, Mr. Xiao is back."

Her eyes brightened, "but did you bring someone back?"

"Yes."

"Where are you now?"

"I should have gone to miss Duanmu's room."

Without saying anything, night nongying hurried to Duanmu yawang's room.

When she went to Duanmu yawang's room, if the star above Lord fang had arrived, the people in the room, in addition to Xiao Wuzheng, had zhuzhimeng and a tall and handsome man she had never seen. In addition, there was an old man of Taoist monks.

The monk stood by the bed, closed his eyes and folded his hands. He didn't know what to say.

The others looked solemn.

She pulled Xiao Wuzheng's sleeve for a moment. Afraid of making noise to others, she whispered, "is this the person you invited?"

"Yes."

Xiao Wuzheng saw that she rarely took the initiative to touch herself, and her face was very gentle.

"Who's this man?" she pressed her chin in one direction.

"Chasing the wind, chasing the owner of the house, is the big brother of the dream." Xiao Wuzheng said, "I'm looking for a way to find my dream. However, he doesn't have a wide range of contacts. I found him after looking for his brother."

"What is the origin of this monk?"

"Call a master. He is the supreme Taoist monk in the exile street. He drives away evil spirits and dispels disasters and spells. The whole exile street is very famous. Ordinary people please don't move. Even the exile wind took some effort to invite people here."

"Do you think it works?"

"I don't know for the time being."

Night made a shadow, twisted his eyebrows, stopped talking, and stared at monk.

I saw him close his eyes and talk. I don't know how long later, a golden halo was burning in his palm and gently placed the halo on Duanmu yawang's face.

The halo soon covered the Duanmu yawang.

Halo such as steam, just want to invade Duanmu Ya's face a little bit.

However, for a moment, somehow, the halo was bounced out. A master was pushed by a force and staggered for several steps. If Lord Fang hadn't given him a palm of support, he was afraid to fall to the ground!

When he stood firm, zhuzhimeng tightened his face and asked nervously, "how about a master?"

A master looked kind, sighed and shook his head: "the old Taoist priest's mana is shallow. He really can't compete with the curse of exile and sacrifice."

Zhuzhimeng's face was very ugly: "that is to say, the master can't be saved?"

"The old man is incompetent."

Xiao Wuzheng listened. He was afraid that night nongying would fight the master, so he quickly pulled her, "don't be impulsive."

"You let go of me!"

Although ye nongying's face is ugly, I don't know if she has already reached a conclusion in her heart. Therefore, she has soft legs and the whole person has no strength. Where is there time to curse?

She was more worried about Xiao Wuzheng. She didn't let go of her hand and frowned, "are you okay?"

Duanmu yawang didn't have time to pay attention to him at all. His mind was blank.

A master folded his palms and worshipped the direction of the wood, then said, "this little girl is not simple. She has the holy light to protect her body. However, she did a lot of wrong things yesterday. She came back alive yesterday thanks to the holy light on her body. I'm afraid she can't endure the exile sacrifice."

"The light? She has the light?"

Everyone was surprised by what a master said.

A master is a monk. The holy light in his mouth must be an extraordinary holy light.

"Yes." a master nodded, "although I don't know why she has the holy light of heaven on her body, it's hard to say the chance of her being a black haired and black eyed person who can live to now. The old Taoist was also the holy light just now, but the old Taoist has been practicing for decades, and she still has the Holy Light microblog. She can't even compare with the holy light on her body. She was bounced out as soon as she touched her."

"Between the holy light, will it repel?"

A Master explained: "just like your spiritual cultivation, if there is an external force that wants to detect your body, but the force is too weak, do you think the force generated in your body will repel the external force?"

Everyone is silent.

Because it does.

Only stronger forces have a chance to invade.