Chapter 550: Your Highness, save the young master!
"Your Highness, please go and save the young master."
The Storm Wolf knelt down on its front feet and howled at Li Jingyi.
“What’s wrong with him?”
Li Jingyi looked at the wind wolf solemnly.
This is one of the secret guards around Mo Jing.
"Young Master was just caught in the fire by a tongue of fire!" Gale Wolf said anxiously.
Miss Qin Qin disappeared inexplicably in the Zhulin Courtyard, which disturbed the young master who had always remained calm.
Then, they followed the clues from the bamboo forest courtyard and returned to the imperial city...
But...
They had just escaped from the fire and returned to the imperial city, but they didn't expect...
The fire turned into tongues of flame and rushed into the imperial city, sweeping away the young master and causing chaos!
Fallen Angel...
Listening to the words of the Gale Wolf, Li Jingyi couldn't help but look a little pale.
Sure enough...
His guess was correct.
This fire is the wrath of the Fallen Angel!
It was aimed at him and Mo Jing!
He must leave immediately!
Li Jingyi thought about it, flicked his sleeves, swept away the Gale Wolf who was tugging at his clothes, and prepared to leave.
‘Boom~’
A lightning flash, with a sharp and terrifying cold light, struck the body of the wind wolf.
When Li Jingyi saw it, the look on his face turned even paler.
If he hadn't just flung his sleeves and retreated, this lightning flash would have hit him on the head!
“Let’s go!”
Without thinking any more, Li Jingyi left Gale Wolf behind and quickly walked towards the palace where he lived without saying a word.
"Your Highness..."
The Gale Wolf, who was lying on the ground dying, looked at Li Jingyi's leaving figure and called out several times pleadingly.
“Your Highness, please save the young master...”
……
"Fire-avoiding beads..."
In the flames outside the imperial city, almost no one saw a figure struggling in the fire. And Shijiu...
Looking at the struggling figure, he showed a trace of interest.
"Ajiu, what fire-proof beads?"
Chang Mo, who came back from outside, heard Shi Jiu muttering about the Fire Beads as soon as he came back.
“Ah, just a bead that can avoid fire.”
Seeing Chang Mo come back, Jiujiu narrowed his eyes and looked him up and down.
Seeing some blood stains on his light-colored sleeves, she raised her eyebrows in surprise.
“Little monk, what is this?”
When Chang Mo approached, Shi Jiu stretched out two fingers, pinched his blood-stained sleeve, tilted his head and asked with a smile.
"Well..."
Looking at the red on his sleeves, he couldn't help but pursed his thin lips, and then smiled shyly, "Ajiu, it's nothing."
As he said that, he pulled his sleeves back from Shijiu's hand, twisted the Buddhist string in his hand, and sat on the stone bench next to her.
“Amitabha...”
Then, a clear Buddha's name sounded in Shijiu's ears, followed by a series of voices reciting scriptures...
Shijiu looked at Chang Mo and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows again.
Since he returned to secular life, he has not recited the name of the Buddha for a long time...
Although, his daily morning and evening classes are still the same...
But except for morning and evening classes, he I rarely read anything about Buddhism anymore.
Since he returned to secular life...
This was the first time she heard him reciting Buddhist scriptures besides morning and evening classes.
"Little monk, have you done something wrong?"
For a long time, he no longer paid attention to the struggling figure in the flames, but approached Chang Mo with interest.
“No.”
The sound of chanting scriptures disappeared, and Chang Mo's indifferent yet gentle eyes looked at Shi Jiu for a moment, and then shook his head at him.
“I didn’t do anything wrong.”
With his hand hanging the Buddhist string, he tucked some of the scattered hair on Shijiu’s face behind his ears, smiled lightly, and said: "That's it..."
(End of this chapter)