This Guy is Wrong

  Chapter 636 Priestess Duojiao (12)

  The sound of footsteps from far to near, one inch squeak, went straight to hide behind Lingji.

   Chuzheng stood in front of Lingji: "Are you all right?"

   Blackened and still so weak...

   Weak chicken.

Hey.

   Lingji followed Chuzheng's position, raised his eyes slowly, and opened his lips slightly after a long while: "Thank you girl."

   "Just think I'm a good person." Chuzheng handed him a fruit.

   Lingji's eyelashes drooped slightly, and she whispered, "The girl will do more good deeds, and there will be blessings."

   "Good deeds?" Chuzheng said vaguely, "Are you?"

   Lingji's heartbeat paused for a while.

   "Take it." The fruit has been held for a long time, is it polite?

   Lingji's eyes flashed with surprise, and then he raised his hand. His fingers rubbed the back of Chuzheng's hand, like a mistake.

   But he turned around very quickly and caught the fruit.

The    spirit trace retracted his hand, and the finger pulp just rubbed was smooth and delicate, like a fine creamy white jade.

   is softer than jade.

   Chuzheng looked at him suspiciously, and suddenly reached out and shook his hand in front of him.

   The phantom eyeballs did not move at all.

   Chuzheng shook again.

   Still no trace of movement, like…

   Lingji hasn't made a sound yet, Chuzheng has come to a conclusion: "You can't see it?"

The    spirit trace didn't have any strange color, just said lightly: "Girl, the heart is clear and bright."

   Can't see it?

  His eyes are too clear, so beautiful that one can ignore whether he has the look of a normal person in his eyes.

   And he is really no different from ordinary people.

   It is almost impossible to associate him with the blind man.

   Chuzheng stared at him: "Yes, then tell me what I look like?"

  Spirit: "..."

   The miracle cannot be described.

   He can only rely on the elements between heaven and earth to see. The fruit that Chuzheng gave him just now was just an ordinary fruit, so he could not see it.

   Chuzheng has dark elements, but he can recognize it at a glance.

   "It seems that your heart is not clear enough." Chu Zheng's cold words fell in his ear.

  Guozi lay quietly in the palm of Lingji's hand, he said slowly: "Well, maybe. But I know the girl is a dark magician."

  Chuzheng admitted without hesitation: "So what? You still want to threaten me?"

   "Does the matter of Maoling City have something to do with the girl?"

  Chuzheng has a serious face: "I said no, do you believe it?"

   "The dark element on the girl is the same as the dark element left in Maoling City." Lingji's voice seemed to be soothing, gentle and comfortable, making people not want to speak loudly to him.

   Chuzheng was silent.

   Everyone's aura is different, and it's easy to tell if it's a magician.

   But these breaths will dissipate.

   I don't know when this weak chicken went, and I can still recognize her breath.

  [...] Miss, don't you have an AC count in your heart? You are a dark magician! !

   "That can only prove that I have been to Maoling City, but it doesn't mean that I have done anything." You have to talk nonsense without evidence, even if you are a good person card, you can't play hooligans to me.

   "The girl is right." Lingji suddenly agreed, without any intention of pursuing it.

   Chuzheng is a bit strange.

   Is this really the priest of the Temple of Light?

   Wasn't it an undercover agent sent by the Dark Temple?

   "As a priest of the Temple of Light, you don't want to arrest me?" Tie a frame and set fire to something. That's not how you play it in TV dramas.

   Lingji's tone was somewhat suspicious: "Why did the girl say this?"

   Chuzheng: "..."

   Does this need an explanation?

  How did the good man card become this priest?

   through the back door?

  I am a dark magician, and you are the enemy.

   Don't you catch it and whip the corpse?

   Are you my enemy!

   "Light and dark have always been at odds." Chu Zheng said, "Isn't it what you people should do to arrest me?"

   "The girl didn't do bad things, so you can't be prejudiced against the girl just because of some rumors. In the end, it's just because we use different powers. There are bad people among good people, and there are good people among bad people."

  The man had a holy sense of holiness, as if what he said was the will of the gods.

   "Well, I'm a good person." Chu Zheng was shameless, and followed suit: "Do you think I'm a good person too?"

   "If the girl has not done bad things, she is naturally a good person." Lingji's answer was very general.

   "Well, then I am." I didn't do anything bad to you, I'm a good person!

   "Ow..." The little thief is so shameless, grab my collar!

   Chuzheng glanced at it indifferently: I bought it! -

   "Can I trouble the girl and bring Qingyou Die over?"

   Lingji rested for a while, and politely asked Chuzheng.

   "What Qingyou Butterfly?" Never seen.

  Spirit: "The biggest one."

Oh!

   That big moth.

   Chuzheng didn't say a word, but got up and went to get the moth, which was already the size of a fist.

   Lingji stretched out his hand, and Chuzheng put the magic butterfly into his hand.

   She pressed down gently: "You won't fall into the illusion again, will you?"

   Lingji felt the temperature in the unfamiliar woman's palm, and her heart skipped half a beat for no reason.

   He suppressed that strange feeling very quickly.

   "No, I was not careful before and let it take advantage of it."

   Hearing this, Chu Zheng let go of his hand: "Then who knows if you will be careless this time."

  Spirit: "..."

  Chuzheng sat next to him, relying on the spiritual trace to be invisible, with his legs crossed and his elbows on his knees, watching the spiritual trace deal with the big moth.

   "What is the girl looking at me for?"

   "Can't you see?" How do you know that I'm looking at you.

   "Maybe it's invisible, and it feels more sensitive." Lingji explained softly: "I can feel it."

   Chuzheng looked away.

  Don't watch without watching.

   Who is rare.

   Just a moment later, Chuzheng's gaze shifted to him again.

  Why can't I see my good person card?

   I'm going to see it!

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  Light magic shrouded the magic butterfly, and the light made the man look more sacred and mysterious.

  Have to find a way to figure out the identity of this weak chicken.

   The light from the fingertips of the spiritual trail faded, and the moth, which was struggling just now, suddenly stopped moving.

   Lingji took out a bag from his sleeve and put the big moth in it.

  Chuzheng watched his movements, shook his legs, and asked casually, "Why is it called Qingyoudie?"

   Such a fierce moth has such a name.

  Where is it quiet?

   scare people to death.

   "The place where Qingyou Die was born is called Qingyou, named after the place name."

   Chuzheng: "..."

   So casual?

   Lingji continued: "This is the last Qingyou butterfly. It has been in the Temple of Light. A few days ago, it accidentally ran out and chased it all the way here."

   "Aren't those?" Chuzheng looked at the moth hanging over there.

   Lingji shook his head: "No. They are used by Qingyou butterflies to protect themselves and cannot grow into real Qingyou butterflies."

   Lingji paused: "But it would be troublesome to let them go out."

   When these magic butterflies go out, they will continue to multiply, get hurt, and split into new magic butterflies.

   I am afraid that very fast time, magic butterflies will be everywhere.

   (end of this chapter)