The cold fragrance and softness of the woman's body stained Yanrong's earlobes with a faint crimson, and he forced himself to look away, and his heart soon faltered again.
Yan Rong had never known that his willpower was so weak, and his mind was now full of the appearance of his master and the breath of his master, and his breathing gradually became chaotic.
In the end, I can only compulsorily recite a mantra to clear my heart, and one recitation is a whole night.
Zhao He competed with others for the opportunity, but ended up in embarrassment.
He reluctantly stepped on the flying sword under his feet, trying to find a place to rest.
A cave in the distance caught his attention.
Zhao He landed in front of the cave, but he was still vigilant, holding a flying sword, and walked in lightly against the edge.
You must know that in a cave like this, you will usually encounter some demon beasts that live here.
However, Zhao He continued to hurry, not to mention that he was physically and mentally tired, if he wanted to continue to find opportunities in this secret realm, he had to return to his original most abundant state.
It's just that before he reached the innermost, he felt a breath of a person belonging to a monk, and he was stunned for a moment.
It turned out that there were other fellow men who were also resting in this cave Zhao He thought so and walked in disappreciatively.
Between the same doors, except for opportunities, there is naturally no need to avoid them.
It's just that when he saw the familiar figure, Zhao He stood still, with a little panic and stunned in his eyes.
He originally thought that the banquet and master had already been buried in the mouth of the demon beast, but now they were vividly imprinted in his eyes.
Zhao He was panicked and frightened for the first time, no matter how much Shizun's cultivation regressed, if he wanted to kill him, it would be easy.
With a slight turn under his feet, Zhao He couldn't help but shrink a little when he thought of Shizun's cold eyes, even if he wanted to escape.
Wrong Zhao He paused, and then looked at the place where the two of them were.
At this moment, the banquet Rong actually hugged the master tightly into his arms, and the master lay motionless in the other party's chest like an ordinary woman.
A temperament like hers would never be like that, Zhao He's heart moved, unless Shizun was now seriously injured and fell into a coma.
The whole heart instantly settled down, followed by the murderous intent and ridicule that poured up.
God is helping him.
As long as these two people are killed, when the time comes, this banquet will be framed and the heart of the respected teacher will be falsely controlled, and the master who has damaged the vitality dantian will trust him in every possible way, and he will kill this banquet in a fit of anger in order to avenge the master.
A strange smile overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and Zhao He slowly walked in the direction of the other party, confident in his heart.
This banquet is now just a pseudo-spiritual root, and he is no match for him.
It's just that before he got close to half a meter, Zhao He was shocked by an invisible force, and fell the cave wall on the side, spitting out a mouthful of blood from his mouth with a wow.
He raised his eyes in disbelief, and saw that Yan Rong, who didn't know when he got up, was looking at him with a dark and gloomy gaze, which inexplicably made people feel terrified in their hearts.
Zhao He was about to lift the flying sword in his hand and rise, but the banquet suddenly came to him and kicked him in the chest.
A mouthful of blood gushed out of Zhao He's originally fishy throat, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was shocked to find that he couldn't move.
"You" "Senior brother, long time no see."
Yan Rong lowered his eyes and said in a low voice. oshow7: