The cold fragrance and softness of the woman's body stained Yan Rong's earlobes with a touch of crimson. He forced himself to look away, and his mind was soon shaken again.
Yan Rong never knew that his willpower was so weak. Now his mind is full of Master's appearance and Master's breath, and his breathing gradually becomes disordered.
In the end, I had to forcefully recite a book of pure heart mantras, which lasted all night.
Zhao He competed with others for the opportunity, but ended up in a mess.
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 along the edge.
You know, in a cave like this, you will usually encounter some monsters living here.
But Zhao He kept on going, not to mention his physical and mental exhaustion, if he wanted to continue looking for opportunities in this secret realm, he had to return to his original most abundant state.
But before he reached the innermost part, he felt a breath of a monk, and he was taken aback for a moment.
It turns out that there are other fellow disciples resting in this cave
Zhao He thought about it, and walked in without paying attention.
Between the same sect, unless there is a chance, naturally there is no need to avoid it.
It's just that when Zhao He saw the familiar figure, Zhao He stood still, with a little panic and astonishment in his eyes.
He originally thought that the banquet and the master had been buried in the mouth of the monster, but now it was vividly imprinted in his eyes.
Zhao He was panicked and terrified at the first moment, no matter how much the master's cultivation base has regressed, if he wanted to kill him, it would be a piece of cake.
Turning his feet slightly, Zhao He couldn't help shrinking a little when he thought of Master's cold eyes, and even wanted to run away.
wrong...
Zhao He paused, and then looked at where the two were.
At this moment, the banquet actually embraced the master tightly in his arms, and the master lay motionless on the other's chest obediently like an ordinary woman.
A temperament like her would definitely not be like that, Zhao He's heart skipped a beat, unless... Shizun is now seriously injured and has fallen into a coma.
The whole heart calmed down instantly, followed by killing intent and ridicule welling up.
This is God helping him.
As long as these two people are killed, when the time comes to frame this Yan Rong with the intention of murdering his master, the master whose vitality has been damaged in his dantian will be hard to guard against. Yan Rong was killed.
With a weird smile overflowing from the corner of his mouth, Zhao He walked slowly towards the other party with confidence in mind.
This banquet is just a fake spiritual root now, so what is his opponent.
But before he got close to half a meter, Zhao He was shaken out by an invisible force, and fell hard to the side of the cave wall, 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 to get up was looking at him with dark eyes, which inexplicably made people feel terrified.
Zhao He was about to rise up with the flying sword in his hand, but that Yan Rong suddenly came in front of him and kicked him on the chest.
Zhao He's throat, which was originally full of fishy smell, gushed out another mouthful of blood, and his eyes were bloodshot, and he was shocked to find that he couldn't move for a moment.
"you... "
"Eldest brother, long time no see." Yan Rong lowered his eyes and said in a low voice.
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