The Enchantress of Medicine, with the Heaven Defying Child, and the Black Belly Father

"Well, we won't win the wedding after a long time...Bah, if we meet again after a long time, if we have to retell the old, we will leave first.

After finishing speaking, without waiting for the people of the Siqing tribe to react, the Red Lotus Soul Destroying Sword had turned into a stream of light and disappeared into the sky.

The patriarch, Yabu, and Wumeng of the Siqing tribe were left behind, and their expressions were more dreamy.

...

Because the Yin and Yang Sect was going to Qianyuan tomorrow, Leng Yumo used the instant talisman that was not many.

She must rush back to the Yin Yang School before dawn, and the instant talisman accelerated her speed, but she could barely make her walk back and forth overnight.

But the net is far different.

His cultivation base has reached the Immortal Venerable, and there are few that can be better than him in the entire Xiuxian Continent.

Simple teleportation is not a problem at all.

Therefore, Leng Yumo spent more than two hours when I went.

When I went back, there was not even a cup of tea time.

But the two did not enter the Yin-Yang Sect directly, but fell in a valley behind the Yin-Yang Sect.

As soon as Leng Yumo stood still, he looked up and down at Jingyuan.

The more she looked, the tighter she frowned.

She knew that the little monk's cultivation base was very high, and the usual cold, heat and thirst could not damage his body or mind.

But the person in front of him seemed to be thinner, and the whole person seemed to have lost their energy and became depressed.

An anger and distress surged in Leng Yumo's heart.

Who made her little monk like this?

Just thinking about it, someone suddenly grabbed her hand, and Jing Yuan looked at her nervously, "Yu Mo, did I look terrible just now? Did you scare you?"

Jing Yuan vaguely knew that he had almost entered the state of [Blood Moon] before.

Full of grievances, shaped like Shura.

Even if it is the demon cultivator who sees it, he will be afraid and will retreat.

What would Yu Mo think of him?

This thought made his whole heart tense.

However, the girl in front of her showed a puzzled expression, frowning slightly.

"What did it look like just now?"

Leng Yumo was trying to think back, "I just saw the little monk you were so excited, you haven't had time to see what you are like? Would you like to change it to me again? Is it cool and tyrannical? Evil and mad?"

Jing Yuan: "..."

The corners of his mouth aroused unconsciously, and the expression on his face slowly relaxed, showing a bit of youthful joy and sweetness.

Leng Yumo was very itchy looking at him like this, couldn't help but grabbed the little monk's robes, made him lower his head and touched the corner of his mouth lightly.

Just before she retreated, she was pressed on the rockery by the little monk who had just been clever enough to molest her, and her breathing was instantly adjusted.

There seemed to be footsteps and voices not far in front of the rockery.

The entangled breathing of the two became rapid and hot.

Jing Yuan clasped her palm, as if burning with a hot flame.

When the kiss was over, those voices gradually faded away.

Leng Yumo poked his head and glanced at that.

It should be an outer disciple of Yin Yang Sect, just passing by here.

She retracted her head, confronted the little monk's eyes and cheeks, which seemed to be dyed red by peach blossoms, and couldn't help but laugh out: "If someone finds out that the little monk is affair with a woman, your life will be ruined."

Jing Yuan embraced her, lowered her head and pressed her forehead against the woman's forehead, and her voice was slightly panting: "There has been no clear life for a long time...I don't want to be clear, just you."