Xun Ran nodded and said yes, busy keeping up.
Soon, Duan Ziyin was the only one left in the main hall, kneeling on the ground with a group of male slaves who had just made an appointment, and watched Su Kui lead everyone away.
Duan Ziyin slowly stood up from the ground after he disappeared from sight and never saw again. She didn't even glance at these lowly male slaves. She hid things in her heart and hurried away.
Because Luojiao is very large, it is divided into several areas.
The southwest is the place where disciples and apprentices are trained in the church, and the north is the weapon arsenal of the Inra religion. The last area, the largest and the most scenic area, is in the east direction, where the residence and main hall of the previous hierarchs are located.
At this time, it was summer, when the grass grew long and the warblers flew, and the blue water of the lake was full of lotus flowers rushing to bloom, hugging a cluster of pink and white, swaying with the breeze.
The nine-curved verandas and octagonal pavilions that hang over the water have the charm of ink and wash south of the Yangtze River. At this moment, at the end of the pontoon bridge, a man in Tsing Yi stands with his hand holding his hand.
The wind curled up his long dark hair, and he looked into the distance without seeing his expression.
Duan Ziyin stared blankly at the place for a long time. It seemed that he had gathered courage, clenched the accessories around his waist, and lightly stepped onto the pontoon and walked towards Yuefusang.
Until she walked up to her, Yue Fusang did not respond. She thought he was unaware, and opened her mouth. She didn't know how to speak, but heard the cold and low voice of the man with his back facing her.
"Guardian Duan Zuo?"
Duan Ziyin was startled, and hurriedly raised her head, but saw that Yue Fusang hadn't looked back at all. How did he realize that it was her? She didn't say anything, and besides, wasn't his cultivation level completely sealed
Now, Duan Ziyin feels that the person standing in front of her is someone who can be the leader after Ming Dao a few years later. Rather than the rumor, the young master of the Changqing Palace, who looked like an immortal and had an empty name.
"It's me, Master Yue."
The more Fusang looked down, there happened to be a gust of wind hitting a piece of catkins, he stretched out his hand, and the snow-white catkins fell into his palm.
"Before, thank you for your help."
Although, in his opinion, these help are not needed. Because Manshu didn't intend to kill him at all, her evil taste made her want to torture him even more, and best, she could love him, so that she could better control him.
Yue Fusang couldn't say anything in his heart, but he vaguely realized that this feeling was driving him to do something incorrect. And those thoughts that suddenly came up, he himself couldn't tell what they were.
But this is very detrimental to him.
Because of his heart, the most obvious point is that he doesn't seem to hate Inmanshu that much anymore.
Why do I feel uncomfortable when I see Inmanshu being so kind to a man who is eight-point similar to him? His mind always involuntarily reproduced that night, the fascinating fragrance of mandala and her soft little hands that lingered in his nose in the secret room. With her daughter's spoiled anguish, there is a lot less arrogance in the daytime.
Now, her special part seems to be not just for him.
A little irritability floated in his heart, his hands behind him tightened, and his cold eyes sank a little.
Duan Ziyin could only feel that the breath of the man around him seemed to be unstable for a moment. When she wanted to feel it carefully, he had returned to normal, as if what she had just noticed was just an illusion.
"It's okay, I just think that people like Yue Gongzi shouldn't be treated like this." She tugged at the corner of her lips and said.