The host of fast travel, she always rolls over

Chapter 128 The short-lived darling of heaven (50)

"I didn't expect the Taoist priest's identity to be so amazing." Jing Zhao slowly came out of the darkness and looked at the woman with astonishing temperament in front of him.

Narrowing his eyes, he had previously guessed that the "thing" living in "Jun Chuxiao"'s body might be male, but now it seemed that was not the case.

The person in front of him is a woman!
"It is absolutely necessary to ask the prince to forgive me." Jun Anzhi bowed to Jing Zhao.

"That's understandable. What I don't understand is, why are your personalities so different before and after?"

Jing Zhao fixedly stared at Jun Anzhi, trying to see a flaw in her expression.

"My lord should have heard of my background, right?" Jun Anzhi looked at a cloud in the sky with a downcast expression.

"Know a thing or two." Jing Zhao said flatly.

In fact, he knew everything about Junxiang's family.

Jun Anzhi didn't say anything, "Living because of obsession and dying for obsession is the home of 'Jun Chuxiao' before..."

"What does this have to do with your changes?" Jing Zhao's expression didn't change.

"My lord, if you find a good doctor, you will know that if some people are stimulated, they will become different people..."

Jun Anzhi's eyes were full of sadness and deep melancholy.

After all, it is necessary to give this indigenous prince a popular science on what is dual personality...

Tell her to admit that there is another soul living in her body?
It's not that she is out of her mind to admit such a thing.

You must know that if you admit it, you will be a soul from another world.

In the future, once Jing Zhao gains power, he will definitely kill all the practitioners in the world.

Jun Anzhi will never allow this to happen.

Jing Zhao looked at Jun Anzhi sharply, trying to use his gaze to coerce her into showing off.

What disappointed him was that the woman opposite seemed to be immersed in her own sadness, and didn't notice him at all.

But at this moment, Jun Anzhi sneered in her heart. After all, she was someone who had experienced two worlds. If her acting skills didn't improve at all, how could she still be fooling around?
"Then what's the matter with your current spell?" Jing Zhao seemed to think of something, and smiled slowly.

"My lord may know everything about our house, but have you found out what happened to me when I was six years old?"

Jun An's guess, Jing Zhao absolutely does not know.

What happened to Jun Chuxiao at the age of six was a secret, even the current stepmother didn't know about it.

In addition to the king and the original hostess.

But the original mistress is dead, and the Prime Minister will never tell him.

Therefore, Jing Zhao is destined to gain nothing, while Jun An has nothing to fear.

Besides, even if Jing Zhao felt that there was something wrong with her identity, this person would not be with her endlessly now.

Because of the matter of Wangyue Tower, she still has to rely on her.

And her words were flawless.

Sure enough, Jing Zhaode's expression turned ugly.

Jun Chuxiao's life, since the last dragon incident, he has sent someone to check it.

The other things in this woman's life that he knew well, what happened when she was six years old, seemed to have disappeared out of thin air.

At that time, it was seen that the person had disappeared, and it was probably more ominous than good, and he didn't waste any more manpower to find the six-year-old who disappeared.

After discovering that "Daoist Yuqing" was actually Jun Chuxiao last night, he asked someone to check again overnight.

Focus on investigating what happened to her when she was six years old.

But still nothing, this result made him very angry, and even made him doubt Anbu's ability.

Now hearing this woman mention it, is it actually her teacher?
And at this moment, Jun Anzhi threw another bomb...

"Monk Hui'an's master can testify, because my prime minister father once invited him into the mansion to practice rituals."

Jun Anzhi smiled, this Hui'an's master passed away again, and there was no evidence of death, she just wanted Jing Zhao to investigate...

Because, he is doomed to work in vain.

Don't say she has no alliance love, causing him to waste Anbu's power.

Compared to his "seeing death and not saving" this time and watching the excitement, she, Jun Anzhi, just paid Jing Zhao a little back.

"Are you serious?" Jing Zhao's face sank like water.

In fact, he already believed it in his heart. With this woman's intelligence, she would not say something that didn't happen.

In addition to being confident in what she said, maybe this is the truth.

"Hey, I'm so sleepy after not sleeping all night. My lord, do whatever you want. I'll go back to my house and sleep in a cage."

Jun Anzhi stretched his waist, and walked away swaggeringly, regardless of what Jing Zhao's master and servant were thinking.

Looking at the girl's retreating back, Jing Zhao's eyes rolled with ink, too thick to be removed.

"After returning home, invite the genius doctor to the study. I want to see him and ask some questions..."

"Yes!" Seventeen's mind was in a mess at this time, and he felt that his brain was not enough.

What the lord said to the priest just now, I heard only a half-knowledgeable, misty...

Jun Anzhi naturally knew that Jing Zhao would investigate, but she had no fear at all.

When she returned to the palace in women's attire, Hui An was about to go out, and was shocked to see her like this.

"No wonder the poor monk feels that the Taoist priest's breath has been wrong. It turns out..." Hui'an smiled.

It turned out that this was not his illusion.

Jun Anzhi smiled, didn't answer him, turned around and went back to the room, and changed into his big Taoist robe.

Women's clothing is too cumbersome, and she doesn't like it at all.

"This is the map of Wangyue Tower. The prince sent someone to hand it over this morning."

Just as Jun Anzhi came out of the room, Hui An was already waiting on the tea table in the yard.

"Not bad!" Jun Anzhi.Glancing at the full picture of Moon Tower, he said in surprise.

"Is there really no way for the Taoist priest to deal with the soul in the building?"

"No."

"The poor monk has thought of a way, but I don't know if it is feasible." Hui An said hesitantly.

"What do you think?"

"Didn't it mean that the souls in the building are already severely damaged? Can you piece together those damaged souls to form a complete soul?"

This method is already the method he came up with after reading a lot of scriptures in the past few days.

Hui An really couldn't bear to have him slaughter so many souls with his own hands and prevent them from reincarnation forever.

"This..." Jun Anzhi pondered for a while, thinking about what could be done.

She is not a bloodthirsty person, but if there is a glimmer of life, she will not let those innocent souls disappear in smoke.

"Maybe the ghosts in the underworld have a solution." After a cup of tea, Jun Anzhi whispered.

If she could cast this kind of soul-moving spell on a soul, she could.

But Wangyuelou, there may be tens of thousands of souls there, such a huge amount, his spiritual power is limited, it is impossible to execute it.

"That's just like last time, open the gate of the Ming Palace, and ask the ghost messenger to take those souls to the Hades for the King of Hades to deal with..."

"That's the only way." Jun Anzhi's words were uncertain.

Pluto...it's hard to say.

Because in the eyes of gods, the souls of human beings are probably just like ants.

There are so many souls coming and going in the underworld on weekdays, they don't care about these tens of thousands of souls at all.

The possibility of them wasting their divine power on saving a group of ants...

"That's good." Hui'an smiled as pure as a lotus, making his ordinary facial features seem to glow.

Jun Anzhi: ...

Turning her head away, she couldn't bear to look directly, she really didn't want to hit this guy.

Smiling like this, it’s like Hades has promised to help!
(End of this chapter)