Chapter 489

In the face of a group of embarrassed and expectant eyes, Murong Ling was speechless and impatient. She gave the scalded man the rejuvenation skill. Then Murong Ling gave a faint hum and said coldly to a group of giant babies, "so many of you won't use tools to clear the way? The ground is covered with charcoal, not iron. Can I send you one by one? "

This group of people rely on being rescued, so they come up. The adults of several decades are not willing to think of any way, just want to enjoy their success. It's really contemptible.

Although these people have no ambition, at least they have some sense of shame, and they suddenly blush and dare not look at her. One of them should be a monk. He took out a shovel from the bag of heaven and earth. It was a low-level magic weapon.

This... How to fight with a shovel? Murong Ling was embarrassed by his magic weapon. She subconsciously thought of Zhu Bajie's nine teeth harrow. It was really the same.

The friar noticed Murong Ling's strange eyes and suddenly turned red with a pretty face. He explained awkwardly, "I used to be a farmer. I bought this magic weapon not long ago. I wanted to send it home to my parents, but I didn't want to be caught in the den of thieves."

He turned out to be a dutiful son.

Murong Ling looked at him with new eyes, and looked much better. It was hard for anyone with high moral character to have a bad impression on him. Naturally, Murong Ling was no exception. He said, "magic tools, regardless of shape, can be used."

The friar grinned shyly, said hello and went forward to shovel the soil. Murong Ling nodded with satisfaction and set her eyes on the other friars. The friars she noticed were at a loss, and one of them explained, "fairy, our heaven and earth bag has long been seized by the thieves, and now we can't bring out magic weapons."

They really don't have a bag of heaven and earth around their waist. Murong Ling just remembered that she had just set fire to the palace, and she didn't know how many good things she had wasted. She was heartbroken. Why didn't she expect to search for them before burning the palace. She and Li cangmin are both from a good family background. They have never lacked anything in their life. They have no sense of plundering. They miss Baoshan alive.

Seeing that she didn't look right, Li cangmin asked with concern, "what's the matter?"

Murong Ling whispered out, and Li cangmin's look was blank for a moment, a look that could be operated in this way. Needless to say, his Royal Highness the king of Qin, Sanguan, is suffering a huge impact.

But he soon recovered and said solemnly, "never again next time!"

Although they don't have to worry about cultivating materials now, they have to open up new sources and reduce expenditure one day. In particular, Li cangmin, as the head of the family, shouldered a heavier burden.

At this time, Murong Ling did not care about his royal highness, the king of Qin, who was thinking about supporting her family. Instead, she focused on a nun with a low eyebrow and drooping eyes in the crowd. She was dressed in a gray men's robe. Her hair was messy. Most of her black hair covered half of her face. She looked sloppy and unremarkable, but Murong Ling recognized it at a glance. This person was the wind and the moon.

Most of these escaped cauldrons were in a mess. Their temples were scattered, and even their clothes were dressed carelessly. Therefore, Feng Jianyue was not noticeable in the crowd. Before she didn't care to see people, she just glanced at the monks in the crowd and recognized them.

On that day, I heard that a runaway cauldron had been caught. It was said that the wind saw the moon. She was lucky, one after another to take advantage of the east wind to escape.

Murong Ling's mood immediately turned cloudy. She pulled Li cangmin forward and left the group far behind. Then she began to ask the teacher, "what's the matter with that wind seeing the moon? After we parted that day, Rong Yunhe showed me the water mirror and saw that you and she had done something indiscreet in the secret room. Does it have anything to do with you? "

She is a careful woman. Although she comforted herself in the previous scene, it doesn't mean that she forgot it. At this time, she was stimulated by the wind and the moon and remembered it. Li cangmin was also there, so she naturally began to ask for the blame.

Li cangmin looks puzzled and innocent, but also with a sense of offended anger. Of course, this anger is aimed at Feng Jianyue, so he can't bear to lose his temper with Murong Ling.

At this time, for fear of her misunderstanding, he quickly explained, "that day, I was imprisoned in Tianlong with her and Dahong, but not in the same place. At that time, she was deeply in the peach blossom miasma. Maybe she was in the miasma, a fictional fantasy. "

Li cangmin frowns in disgust at the thought that he has been lusted by others and caught by Murong Ling. His impression of Feng Jianyue falls to the bottom of the valley, which gives her a label of dislike.

I didn't expect that Miss Feng, who was born in a big family, was so dirty in her heart. She knew that he had a good husband and was evil, and her conduct was really improper.

Murong Ling believed his explanation, and her uneasiness was slightly relieved. If Li Cang was really confused with Feng Jianyue, she would have to vomit to death? It's hard to say whether we can cross the barrier in our heart in the future.Rong Yunhe's intention is really vicious. Fortunately, she has more trust in Li cangmin. Otherwise, she doesn't know what kind of situation it is at this time.

Li cangmin obviously also thought of it. He held Murong Ling's hand tightly and said, "ling'er, thank you."

"You and I are in the same boat. Shouldn't we trust each other?" Murong Ling's eyes narrowed with a smile. "Besides, I know I'm going to marry Rong Yunhe. Don't you trust me again?"

The coldness on Li cangmin's face melted slightly, and his black eyes were as gorgeous as broken stars. He looked at her and said in a low voice, "of course I believe you. Ling'er doesn't like anyone but me in the world. "

Murong Ling

Your highness, where is the strong self-confidence? Although she wanted to refute, her heart was so soft that she could not help nodding her head to please him.

He always had a way of treating her.

Just like now, she smiles brightly and stands on tiptoe to peck on his lips and says, "yes, your highness, I like you the most."

Li cangmin turned red. His long and dense eyelashes kept blinking. He took a quick look at her and drew back his eyes. He said, "well, I like ling'er best, too."

His voice was as calm and cold as ever, but Murong Ling was a little shy and embarrassed. She couldn't help laughing. His royal highness, the shy king of Qin, was as lovely as his little tiger doll.

His royal highness, the tall and handsome king of Qin, did not know that Murong Ling was secretly saying that he was cute. When she saw her smile, she also bent her eyebrows. Her eyes were full of tenderness that was not easy to show in front of people, which made her intoxicated.