Ji Weicheng looks awkward. "What do you mean by your young master?"

Jun Yueze hung down his eyes, and the palm of his hand appeared on the plume of the sky. This was thrown back to him by Ji Mingyu.

Jun Yueze gently fiddled with it, and then said with no expression: "Because the treatment is basically over, I am stunned after being taken away by God. The image is very vague, but I still guessed seven or seven. Eighty-eight. It’s a fact that the prison gods are separated and practiced, and it’s true that they are close to each other, but don’t you think that the timing of all these explosions is too coincidental?”

"Master, what do you mean?"

"Tianjiu Valley killing incident, all the spearheads are pointing to God's respect. Is this really just a misunderstanding? Do you still remember the results of my divination that day? All the people in Heavenly Medicine Valley are dead, and they are lost." The mind and the gods are not in the same position, and the Siamese mainland is ruined. If this is the purpose of the people behind the scenes, then the first time it is not reached, will he have follow-up actions?"

Ji Weicheng changed his mind and changed his mind: "If the person behind the scenes knows that the calculations have been destroyed by the young master, then...the young master is in danger! No, I will tell the Holy Spirit immediately!"

Junyue Ze stopped him and looked calm: "No need. It's a temporary defense, it can't be prevented. We can't rely on the cloud home forever, let's go!"

Ji Weicheng's look is ever-changing, and he finally bites his teeth: "Well, this is the case for the subordinates. Even if it is dead, the subordinates will keep the young master safe!"

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In the middle of the night, Jun Yue Ze suddenly sat up from the bed, and his eyes fell on the corner not far from the room.

There is a brown-red Taishi chair, because of the relationship between Junyueze and the wheelchair, there are very few people sitting down.

But at this time, there was a man sitting on the chair of the Taishi.

The room was dark and the light outside the house was transmitted through the window of the paper paste, which was invisible and made people feel a sense of oppression.

Junyue Ze sat up straight and said: "Who?"

The man raised his right hand, the index finger and the thumb glimpsed, and the candle in the room lit up.

The dimly lit space became bright and the room was full of light.

Jun Yueze saw Ji Wei, who was lying unconscious on the ground, breathing slightly, and his eyes finally fell on the red dress, and the eyebrows were beautiful to the confusing man.

He took a deep breath and slowly spit out three words, "High Priest!"

The man who appeared in his room late at night was the high priest of the gods, Wei Zixi.

Wei Zixi stood up and walked slowly toward Junyueze. In the hands of Bai Yu’s slender hand, he was able to make a pass-through feather that he did not know when he fell into his hand. He smiled and said: "After Jun Linxi’s death, I forgot Tongtianyu. It’s so inconspicuous and ugly.”

Junyue Ze’s hand on the side of his body was slightly clenched, and the palm of his hand was cold.

The face that is still clear and clear, compared with Wei Zixi's charming face and temperament, has no eye-opening, but his eyes are always calm, no uneasiness, no fear.

He sighed softly: "I should have thought that I could turn the group of the most supreme people in the domain of God to turn around. I started planning the layout thousands of years ago. Besides who else would you?"

Wei Zixi smiled slightly: "Seeing you always reminds me of a certain old man. It is really a little sad to say it! I am somewhat reluctant to kill you so easily."

Jun Yueze's muscles are tight, and the hand hanging on his side begins to slowly delineate the array.