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  Chapter 447 The fetish of Xuanqing Palace?

  Xiao Jiuhan heard Xuan Yingluo's words clearly.

   They also came for the artifact of the gods!

   Or, according to the little bug, they came for their... er, scales.

  Although the scales had returned to her body, there was still a bit of breath left on the little bug's tail.

  But how did Xuan Yingluo detect this breath?

   Has she ever been exposed to the same or similar things?

   While she was thinking, a trace of coolness passed through the body of the little bug into her palm, and her limp and paralyzed body gradually recovered its ability to move independently under the nourishment of this coolness.

  She stood up and turned to leave.

  The sword came out of its sheath with a clang, and the water-clear blade lay across in front of her.

  Xuan Yingluo said: "You can't go! Leave what you have in your hand."

  Xiao Jiuhan glanced at her faintly: "Why?"

Xuan Yingluo snorted coldly, with a natural attitude: "That is our Xuanqing Palace's fetish! We came out this time to find the fetish. I advise you to hand it over quickly, otherwise you don't want to leave here today. "

  Xiao Jiuhan was a little surprised. She raised her palm and showed her the fat little bug.

   "You mean this?"

  Actually, Xuan Yingluo just felt the aura of a divine being, but didn't see what it was. At this moment, he was a little surprised to see that it was a living creature.

  Xiao Jiuhan's eyelids drooped slightly, and the corners of his cold eyes were tinged with sarcasm: "What? Didn't you say it's a fetish of your Xuanqing Palace? Don't you know it?"

  Xuan Yingluo suddenly felt that she had been teased, her cheeks flushed, and she became angry from embarrassment, and the blade of the sword approached Xiao Jiuhan a little bit.

"of course not!"

  The sarcasm in the corner of Xiao Jiuhan's eyes disappeared, and he returned to indifference, and his voice was even colder without a trace of warmth: "Isn't it something? Isn't it a fetish of your Xuanqing Palace?"

   "You..." Xuan Yingluo stared round with a pair of almond eyes.

  Xiao Jiuhan said: "I don't know, when did the mere Xuanqing Palace have a god? Is it His Majesty Purple Eyes of Canghaizhou, or the High Priest of Shenjiang?"

  Since this Xuanying kept saying that there is something fetish in their Xuanqing Palace, there must be a god.

   May I ask if there are no gods, how can there be any gods?

But…

   Regardless of other unknown secrets, as far as the current situation is concerned, in the eyes of most people in Qiongshang Continent, there are only two true gods in this world.

  Xuan Ying was at a loss for words, but still had a haughty demeanor, and said domineeringly: "How can ordinary people like you interfere with the affairs of our Xuanqing Palace? If you are sensible, quickly hand over the fetish to me!"

   As he spoke, the long sword was already on Xiao Jiuhan's shoulder.

  Little Chongzi's face was swollen with anger, and he opened his small mouth with an "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

  Xuan Yingluo looked at her empty palm in disbelief, and then at Xiao Chongzi.

   "You, what are you?"

"Hmph! It's just food, how dare you offend the spirit master! You don't even know what I am, yet dare to say that I belong to you! Shameless! Who is your ghost? I belong to the spirit master! Get out of here!" !annoying!"

  If it didn't know that the spirit master doesn't like to kill casually, it would definitely eat this annoying female food!

  Xuan Yingluo swallowed her saliva with difficulty, but found that her throat was astringent.

  In desperation, she finally remembered the senior brother behind her, and hurriedly turned to look at Jiang Shixue.

   "Big brother!"

   First chapter, sleep! Good night!

  (end of this chapter)