Chapter 629

As soon as Mo Qilin said something, Yao Lao's look stiffened. At first, Mo Qilin was the worst servant under Wang Zun. Now he has become the top dark guard under Wang Zun. That strength can't grow so fast just by Mo Qilin,

It is not surprising that the man behind him is a high priest!

Chunsu's eyes were as cold as the cold wind in winter. As soon as he lifted his palm, the ink Kirin was severely fanned out by Chunsu's palm and thrown down from the nine storey stargazing building. People with average strength had to be disabled. The woman in white hurried up the basin and the pure white handkerchief and came forward. Chunsu cleaned her hand and wiped it slowly with a white handkerchief.

Old Yao sat on the chair moved by the woman in white and said to Chunsu earnestly: "in terms of generation, the high priest is much older than my old man. However, my old man has lived most of his life, so he has to rely on the old to sell the old and say a fair word. His destiny can't be violated. Some things are already doomed. Why should the high priest be stubborn?"

Ambitious people are terrible, and those with power and ambition are even more terrible, because their ambition can be controlled! Everything will fall apart under that ambition!

Chun Su was sitting in a wheelchair, holding the handkerchief in his hand. The woman in white behind him pushed the wheelchair to the railing on the ninth floor for him. At the beginning of the morning, the four directions seemed to be covered by golden light. There was an inch of land and gold everywhere in the morning of the whole Huangdao.

The pure voice was ethereal. It came against the slightly cold wind in the morning. The wind was mixed with the shallow breath of rain and the sea, lonely and cold.

"Sometimes stubbornness is also a kind of enlightenment. Yaolao is attached to Huangdao, but Chunsu has a word to give." he never likes to owe human kindness. If Mo Qilin hadn't recruited people while he was asleep today, he would never ask someone to invite yaolao. Yaolao is a miracle doctor in Huangdao. His medical skills are ancient and knowledgeable, and he is still at the forefront today, It can cure diseases in the world and bring people back to life.

"Please be obvious to the high priest." it was his great honor to get a word from the high priest. Old Yao slowly stood up, looked at the cold and thin figure, muttered the corners of his lips, and the medical skills learned after graduation had no effect in front of this man. This man was not like alive at all, but more like a living dead man.

When he saw the face of the high priest, he suddenly believed the absurd rumors about the high priest!

"Huang island was the green emperor in his new year, and the peach blossoms bloomed on both sides." this was the result of his divination. He didn't understand the content. Old Yao was stunned and asked the high priest suspiciously, "for thousands of years in Huangdao, there has never been a green emperor who said that his highness who is about to ascend the throne is also condensed to the emperor. How is the green emperor?"

Could it be that there were others after congealing to the emperor?

Pure vegetable looked at the vast mountains, rivers, lakes and seas on that side, and her eyes were silent. The woman in White said to Yao Lao Dan, "please, Yao Lao."

Old Yao knew that this meant to drive people away. Then Chao Chunsu hugged his fist slightly and said helplessly, "the disease of the high priest is a heart disease. I hope the high priest can get rid of the pain of the heart disease and leave as soon as possible."

Pure vegetable looked at the luxurious carriage coming all the way towards the palace. The corners of his lips recalled a touch of tenderness that had never been seen before, and his soft whisper spread into the ears of the woman in white like the wind.

You can live only when you are sick. You can't survive without disease.

If there is no such obsession in his heart, what's the meaning of his living like this? He has already walked like a walking corpse, even the obsession that half lives has disappeared?

He slowly rubbed the white jade ring on his fingertips, and his eyes warmed slightly. An ink figure came from under the attic. Mo Qilin stood behind Chunsu, gnashing his teeth in anger: "isn't it just to see a disease? Chunsu! Do you really want to die early and surpass life early! Song Ningyu doesn't know what you have done!"

Compared with the fierce Mo Qilin, Chunsu's client needs to be much calmer. He sits quietly in his wheelchair and looks at the clouds in the sky. The sky is a little more comfortable and natural. The woman in white slowly pushes his wheelchair and turns around. The gossip candlelight array is slowly lit up with a wave of Chunsu's hand.

Mo Qilin stares at Chunsu in surprise and blocks Chunsu's wheelchair for a few steps. He angrily says, "do you want to ask? You don't want your life, do you? Chunsu! You must be crazy!"

Chunsu's eyes looked at Mo Qilin calmly, slowly stretched out a hand wearing white mackerel gauze, nodded Mo Qilin's chest, and said lightly, "it's a little loose."

“……”

"Chunsu! I'm not kidding you!" Mo Qilin instantly blew his hair, covered his chest and rubbed it twice subconsciously. There was a suspicious thin red at the root of his ears. The woman in white lowered her eyes and a radian on her lips. Mo Qilin was really interesting!

"I saved you at the beginning, but for me, you will be a good chess piece. Don't be too broad, Mo Qilin. Once people lose their discretion, the gains will outweigh the losses." I was a good example.

Mo Qilin stared at Chunsu and was stunned. Just when he was slightly stunned, Chunsu had pushed his wheelchair into the gossip array. Several women in white surrounded the gossip array to protect the Dharma. Mo Qilin was so angry that he gnashed his teeth and nodded fiercely.

"OK! Chunsu, you're really good. It turns out that my friend plays such a role in your eyes. Well, I'll play my role as a chess piece!" Mo Qilin angrily ran out of the attic, walked to the door and kicked over the special town lying at the door. The woman in white looked at Mo Qilin with some worry.

"My Lord, Mr. Mo, he..."

"Don't pay attention." Chunsu glanced, leaving only the empty stargazing Pavilion in the room. He hung his eyes and sat quietly in the wheelchair. As soon as the mechanism of the wheelchair was pressed down, the original height slowly decreased until it finally became a wooden board. Chunsu sat quietly on the wooden board, and hung his eyes in silence.

He knew that Mo Qilin would not easily tell his story. When he insisted on saving a little girl as weak as slag, he never gave him a chance to betray.

The wind blew the plain white gauze curtains in the eight sided pavilions, and the eight sided exquisite bells clanged in the wind. The lights were blown out and re lit, one at a time, never intermittently. The plain, who had closed his eyes, suddenly opened his eyes slowly, brushed his sleeves, and all the candles were extinguished.

The women in white were surprised when they looked at Chunsu. Chunsu stood up with a pale face and walked to a piano in the corner of the attic. The hand touching the piano seemed to touch a lover with a long time. The prosperity and years were gathered in the eyes. Finally, there was no one playing the piano, but left this long piano. The sound of the piano was shallow and could not be worn through.