If it wasn't for the same voice and face, Shen Mubai would almost have thought that Yan Rong was pretending to be someone. She opened her eyes pretending to be calm, and said in a blank tone, "Where is this? Who am I? Who are you? Why did I do that?" it's here?"
When she looked around, a group of people in strange clothes lowered their heads in unison as if encountering a scourge, and then trembled.
Shen Mubai, "..." Is she disfigured or is she so ugly that her eyes hurt
Yan Rong stretched out her fingers to push her chin back, stared straight into her eyes, and slightly curled her lips, "Master, are you pretending not to remember me?" He said briskly, "It's a pity that you can't pretend at all. It's not like that."
Shen Mubai was shocked, one must know that she has won the Best Actress award, is there any merit in that award
"What is Master in a daze for?" Yan Rong raised her chin and asked softly.
Shen Mubai looked at his eyebrows and eyes carefully, the gloomyness before was gone, although those eyes were still dark and dark, but the gentle expression on his face didn't look like a banquet at all, okay
So she calmed down, "You are not Yanrong, who are you? Why are you pretending to be him?"
A low laugh sounded, Yan Rong wrapped her in his arms again, and said hoarsely, "Master, I have become your favorite appearance, do you like it?"
After realizing that she was intimately nestled in each other's arms, and she was still in front of a large group who didn't know if it was a demon cultivator or something, Shen Mubai felt a little bit ashamed, she tried to struggle a few times, and then quickly Give up without any promise.
"I don't know what you're talking about?" Shen Mubai said with a numb scalp, she always felt that the present banquet was terrible.
Yan Rong played with her hands, the smile in his eyes didn't reach his eyes, "Master, did you forget what you said before? You said that Bai Shuisheng is very pleasing to you."
The taste and jealousy in his tone couldn't be concealed.
Shen Mubai finally found out that something was wrong, Yan Rong's attitude was clearly... clearly...
"Master, do you remember?" The man asked again, as if he was serious about this issue.
Shen Mubai was discouraged, she bit the bullet and said, "Is there? Why don't I remember?"
Yan Rong slightly raised the line of her lips, and her eyes never moved away from her from the beginning to the end, "It's fine if you don't remember, anyway, I am the only disciple of the Master now, and I will be the only one in the future."
Shen Mubai didn't dare to imagine the subtext of his words, and said with some difficulty, "Is there something wrong with us?"
Yan Rong said calmly, "What's wrong?"
Shen Mubai couldn't help but glanced at the many demon cultivators in the hall.
Yan Rong turned her face back again, and said in a slightly unhappy tone, "They dare not listen."
Only then did Shen Mubai reply in a low voice, "We are a master-student relationship."
God knows how cheeky she is to say this, after all, what happened more than a hundred years ago is still vivid in her memory.
Yan Rong picked her up and walked towards His Highness, during which no one dared to look up.
Shen Mubai didn't know where he was going to carry him, and felt a little uneasy.
Until the other party carried her into a palace and threw her on the bed.
Before he could say anything, the other party's body fell on him.
"Yan..." The rest of the words were blocked in his mouth, and Shen Mubai's lips were pressed into his mouth.
The two entangled their lips and tongues, and the ambiguous sound of water tusk sounded in the hall.
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