"Oh? Taoist artifact?"

Ling Xiao raised his eyebrows lightly and looked at Hua Yang with a meaningful look.

"Haha, Saint Flower, you look down on me, Mr. Ling. I appeared today just to preside over justice for you! Don't worry, with me here, no one can hurt you."

"So...thank you, young master!"

A complicated look flashed in Hua Yang's eyes, but a look of gratitude was pretending to be on her face.

And the remaining geniuses of the ancient clan were even more dull.

Damn!

justice?

You're going to participate just now!

This is what is called...the eyes open when you see money?

Just thinking about it, everyone's faces showed a look of admiration!

Young Master Ling Xiao, you are worthy of being you!

You and him...

It’s so righteous!!

"Justice? Haha, how did the young master see that she is justice, and we are evil?"

Qiu Yi sneered, waved his palm, and the ancient war puppet instantly rushed to him, with some dryness in his eyes.

"Isn't this obvious? You look evil and despicable. Look at the flower saint, like a flower and jade, delicate and swelling... Cough cough, you can see that you are a righteous person at first!"

Ling Xiao shook his head and smiled, reached out and snapped his fingers.
Chapter completed!