Chapter 1857 What Are You Hiding?

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"Elder Su, I'll give it back to you after I read it." Ling Chuxi was not a cowardly person, she took the ancient book and said generously.

"No need, you can keep it and watch it slowly. The above formation is too profound, and I am afraid that no one can learn it in today's holy realm." Su Yizhi said.

Ling Chuxi smiled and said nothing more.

After saying goodbye to everyone, Ling Chuxi and others rushed towards Fengyanhui. If they want to return to the world, they must rely on Fengyanhui's teleportation formation. Ling Chuxi originally wanted to try to see if she and Huangfu Qingjue could join forces to break through the restriction, but for the safety of Li Shaoqiu and others, she dismissed the idea.

The carriage galloped all the way, and it didn't take long to arrive at the Fengyanhui.

"Welcome to Fengyanhui. I don't know if you want to consign or buy something, or to inquire about news?" Seeing a few people dressed in good clothes, a steward greeted them.

"Excuse me, is Shopkeeper Jin here?" Ling Chuxi asked Jin Buhuan. Everyone in Fengyan Club knew her the most about this fat man, and they had helped her a lot.

"What are you asking?" the steward asked.

"Gold does not change, gold shopkeeper." Ling Chuxi said.

"It turns out that you are asking about Deacon Jin. He has important business and has been away for more than half a year." The steward replied.

"Oh, then I don't know how President Ye is doing now?" Ling Chuxi heard from the steward that Jin Buhuan had important things to do. Knowing that it was related to the internal secrets of the Fengyan Association, it was naturally difficult to ask more questions, so he asked about Ye Wu's news, that is, Night dance.

Since the last battle at Qianzhongling, she had no news of Ming Yewu, and she was always a little uneasy in her heart.

"Do you know the president?" The steward's expression changed, and then he asked in surprise.

"I have had a relationship with President Ye. He invited me to drink a cup of plum blossom dew last time in Qianzhongling. I haven't had time to thank him yet." Ling Chuxi was a little angry when it came to the matter of plum blossom dew. It was clearly said that he treated the guest, but after drinking, he patted his butt and flashed, and he paid the bill himself. The richer you are, the more stingy you are. Ming Yewu is a model among profiteers.

"It turned out to be the president's friend. It's really disrespectful. But you asked me about the president, but you asked the wrong person. How could a small person like us know about the president?" The steward hehe He smiled, but his eyes flickered a little.

"It's me who was abrupt. We want to leave the holy realm and go to a secular country. Please help arrange it." Ling Chuxi handed Mo Yujing.

"Since I'm a friend of the president and Deacon Kim, there is no need to charge, I'll send you there directly." The steward declined.

"How can that be possible? In Shangyanshang, although President Ye and I are friends, we can't break the rules." Ling Chuxi could not help but hand over Mo Yujing, since knowing Ming Yewu's true identity, Ling Chuxi didn't want to owe Feng Yanhui any more favors.

"Okay, then, I'll be respectful rather than obedient." The steward took Mo Yujing and said, "Please wait a moment, I will arrange the teleportation array, it will be fine soon."

Seeing the steward leave, the smile on Ling Chuxi's face gradually disappeared, replaced by a solemn expression.

"He seems to be hiding something?" Huangfu Qingjue said thoughtfully.

"I also feel this way. You said that something happened to Ming Yewu." Ling Chuxi guessed.

(Suddenly I found that the chapters have been messed up by me since 1081, and 1802 was written wrongly after I wrote 1803. The content is correct, everyone can rest assured that this is a fatal blow for me, who has obsessive-compulsive disorder. Then I I wanted to revise, but found that the title of the chapter can no longer be revised. Scratching the wall, rolling, flipping the table, scratching the hair, it is really torturous. Then I updated the order of the six chapters today and wrote the correct order. Finally, I asked for a recommendation ticket, a monthly ticket, and a message. All kinds of comfort. Seeing that the reward for relatives is so high, there are hundreds of dollars. Local tyrants, please accept my star eyes!)

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