"Then why is it that we're newly married after a long absence... Bah, we meet again after a long absence, and we still want to catch up on the old days, so we'll say goodbye first."
After finishing speaking, without waiting for the people of Siqing Tribe to react, the Red Lotus Seizing Sword has already turned into a stream of light and disappeared into the sky.
Only the patriarch, Yabu, and Wumeng of the Siqing tribe were left behind, each looking more dreamy than the other.
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Because the Yin Yang Sect was going to dive into the abyss tomorrow, Leng Yumo used the few instant body talismans.
She had to return to the Yin Yang sect before dawn, and the instant amulet accelerated her speed, but it could barely let her go back and forth overnight.
But the net is far different.
His cultivation base has reached the level of Immortal Venerable, and there are not many people who can be better than him in the entire Immortal Cultivation Continent.
Simple teleportation is not a problem at all.
Therefore, it took Leng Yumo more than two hours to go.
When I went back, it was not even time for a cup of tea.
But the two of them didn't directly enter the Yin Yang Sect, but landed in a valley behind the Yin Yang Sect.
As soon as Leng Yumo stood still, she looked Jing Yuan up and down.
The more she looked, the tighter her frown became.
She knew that the little monk had a very high level of cultivation, and ordinary cold, heat, hunger and thirst could not damage his body or mind.
But the person in front of him seemed to have lost a lot of weight, and the whole person seemed to have lost all energy and spirit, and became gloomy and dead.
Leng Yumo felt angry and distressed.
Who turned her little monk into this
Just as she was thinking, her hand was suddenly grabbed by someone. Jing Yuan looked at her nervously, "Yu Mo, did I look scary just now? Did I scare you?"
Jing Yuan vaguely knew that he almost entered the [Blood Moon] state before.
Full of injustice, shaped like Shura.
Even Moxiu would be terrified and shy away when he saw it.
How would Yu Mo think of him
This thought made his whole heart tighten.
However, the girl in front of him showed a puzzled expression and frowned slightly.
"What did it look like just now?"
Leng Yumo was trying to recall, "You were so excited when I saw the little monk, and I haven't had time to see what you look like? Why don't you show me a different one? Is it cool and domineering? Or Evil and crazy?"
Jing Yuan: "..."
The corners of his mouth curled up unknowingly, and the expression on his face slowly relaxed, showing a bit of joy and sweetness as clear as a teenager.
Seeing him like this, Leng Yumo felt very itchy, couldn't help but grabbed the little monk's cassock, made him bow his head, and touched the corner of his mouth lightly.
But before he backed away, he was pressed on the rockery by the little monk who was obedient and allowed her to molest just now, and his breathing was instantly adjusted.
There seemed to be footsteps and voices not far in front of the rockery.
The intertwined breathing of the two became rapid and hot.
Jing Yuan clasped her palm, as if burning with a hot flame.
After the kiss was over, those voices gradually faded away.
Leng Yumo poked her head out and took a look there.
It should be an outer disciple of the Yin Yang Sect who happened to pass by here.
She retracted her head, met the little monk's eyes and cheeks that seemed to be dyed red by peach blossoms, and couldn't help but burst out laughing: "If someone finds out that you are having an affair with a woman, little monk, your life will be ruined."
Jing Yuan embraced her, lowered his head and pressed his forehead against the woman's forehead, his voice was slightly panting: "There has been no Qingming for a lifetime... I don't want Qingming either, I only want you."