Chapter 755: Lu Who Took the Scapegoat 9 Lacks 12

Lu Jiuque's bewildered expression, coupled with his pitiful eyes, made Di Shifang's heart soften beyond words.

He stretched out his hand to pinch that cheek, and then took her hand, begrudgingly: "Forget it, I guess you can't think of any way to do it, you just need to think about how to persuade that Bodhi."

The young man's slender palms turned and interlocked with her fingers. When her face was flushed, she showed a very faint but bright smile, which made Lu Jiuque feel dazed for a while.

Since when did the big devil's smile actually have a slightly drunken effect?

This is really... too cunning.

She couldn't afford to be annoyed at his teasing.

By the time Lu Jiuque recovered from this amazing smile, they had already stepped into another green space.

The lines in the air rippled like water waves.

It seemed that what entered Lu Jiuque's heart along his breath was no longer the breath of life that accompanied death, but a more ancient, desolate and mysterious breath.

Looking up, what caught the eye was a deep emerald green.

Boundless, wandering and generating waves, it is like being in the vast and deep sea.

Lu Jiuque was stunned, and at a glance he found the food shortage in the middle of the greenery, the small sprouts were incompatible with this world.

However, a vigorous and wild linden branch is entrenched beside it, but it is strangely harmonious, as if they have been like this since ancient times, killing each other and relying on each other.

As soon as he "saw" Lu Jiuque and Di Shifang, Shihuang immediately jumped up, "Why are you two here!"

Bodhi also swayed the branches slightly, seeming a little surprised.

It has already tried to erase the memory of this little baby, why didn't it work?

And... how did they find it here?

Because of this little baby?

Impossible... Even if she is a descendant of Lu Chuchen, she cannot break through this last restriction.

Could it be because of this silver-haired boy...

Only then did Bodhi discover,

I couldn't see through the essence of this silver-haired boy at all.

Empty, chaotic, obscure, empty...

With a movement of the bodhi branches and leaves, a flower bloomed in the vast space.

With the approach of Bodhi, brewing, growing, flourishing and withering at the speed of taking over the common people...

Lu Jiuque's pupils narrowed severely.

This time she is sure that she is absolutely not dazzled!

The picture that impacted her soul, once again unfolded leisurely like a scroll of mountains and rivers in the prosperous age...

It turns out that when Bodhi moves, it is the cycle of life and death, and the cycle of dry and prosperous.

When the top branches and leaves were about to touch Emperor Shifang, a white mist of frost rose suddenly, freezing the bodhi leaves.

As if it couldn't feel the pain, it let the leaves wither and shatter, and there was a voice from the other side...

"No way?"

These two simple words seem to contain profound meanings.

Lu Jiuque frowned, turned around and stopped in front of Di Shifang, bowed and said, "Senior, I'm very sorry, but this junior must come to see you, senior, and it has nothing to do with my friend."

Only then did Bodhi cast his gaze on Lu Jiuque again.

She didn't feel any embarrassment or uneasiness, and the greenness was printed in her beautiful black eyes, as if there was a sea of ​​emeralds flowing in her eyes, creating long waves.

Bodhi seems to have seen that young man again, that unrestrained and unrestrained young man who makes people love and hate at the same time...