The Two-Faced Venerate Emperor Chapter 587: borrow a kind

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She also went to the direction of the holy courtyard, and followed behind the carriage in Jimoya...

My cousin didn’t want to see her. She walked along the footprints and breath he left. She also felt happy, except for the slightest pain...

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When Jimoya entered the city, he received great attention from all quarters.

In the leisure yard somewhere in the holy courtyard, there is an old locust tree with a large stone table under the tree.

The two elders are playing Go, the chessboard is already dark, but the two elders have a gentle and gentle smile on their faces, calmly and calmly.

"You guys from the Jimo family are here. Didn't you just get promoted to the mysterious spiritist some time ago? Why, today you have become an intermediate mysterious spiritist. Could it be that the old man's eyes are dim." This is the Murong family. Murong Qiong.

Strictly speaking, the foreign family belonging to Jimoya has a certain blood relationship with Jimoya, but the Murong family is very big and the blood is scattered, and it is not an immediate family member.

Jimo Kaiyuan Crane's red skin, even his face is red, he said loudly, "This kid is really crazy. The family has repeatedly asked him to step by step and practice down-to-earth. What is this kid doing so quickly? Looks like he's going to teach him..."

There is a barefooted man next to him with a big waist and round appearance. He is standing on his foot with a free-standing golden rooster, and his other foot is held in his hand by his hand.

This is Shangqiu Ling, Wang Lingshi of the Shangqiu family.

"Jimo Kaiyuan, you have to be cheap and good, see your grandson is so energetic, the old man is angry..."

Jimo Kaiyuan couldn't stabilize, hehe he laughed.

Satisfied, he accidentally let Murong Qiong on the opposite side win the game, and Murong Qiong stretched out his hand, "Come on, I won, bet on a purple-order artifact, bring it."

Jimo Kaiyuan rarely took a bet willingly.

He is good at refining tools, but he is stingy. He usually regrets countless moves if he loses a chess game, and he will take a bet until the end of the fight.

"One more game, another one!" Jimo Kaiyuan is in a good mood and wants another one.

Old man Murong Qiong was worried that the magic weapon won would not be guaranteed, and he couldn't wave his hand.

Shangqiu Ling, the man with his feet, sat down and said, "The old man will come with you! If you win, the old man will give you one million spiritual stones. If you lose, our Yaner, you will be a guarantor for your family. The kid, borrow a seed and give birth to an offspring, must stay in our Shangqiu family, do you not?"

Jimo Kaiyuan's face suddenly collapsed, "You thought it was a sow with a baby? This kid's marriage and his mother have a headache. I don't want to visit this mess! Besides, even if it is matched with the seed, it is Our Jimo family, the patriarch will never let the blood flow to the outside..."

"Then you can play chess with yourself." The squeezing man stood up and squeezed his foot.

"Hey, hello, everything is easy to discuss, come one plate to one plate..."

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A hundred miles away from the holy city, there is a small village called Masked Town.

There are many kinds of masks here, and the pedestrians in the town come and go wearing masks, which has basically become a custom here.

Some monks who come to the holy city will bend here when they are interested, bring a few masks back to give people away, or commemorate them.

The masks here are all real materials obtained from the battlefield of the two races of humans and monsters, and they are all stripped from the heads of the demons.