The other party tossed her for half an hour until the turbid thing fell into her body, only then did the man let go of her and put on his clothes ready to leave. Rong Qing endured the pain and pulled the corner of his robe, “Your Holiness, stay with me for a while longer.”
Teng Feng Yuan ignored it and threw away her hand towards the door.
Rong Qing from the edge of the bed to retrieve the short xiao, placed in the mouth low blow up, xiao sound is very low, far and long, walked to the door of the man but back, stood frozen in the bedside.
Rong Qing secretly happy, even if the martial arts world, or can not resist the bewitching compulsion poison. Just in case, Rong Qing decided to test it out first, she got up from the bed and pampered herself, “Your Holiness, the night is too dark, can you light a lamp?”
Teng Feng Yuan nodded his head, said the word “good”, and expressionlessly took out a candle from his body and lit a candle next to it.
Rong Qing added: “Your Holiness, I would like to see your face under the mask, can I?”
Teng Feng Yuan’s eyes were as deep as the sea, and he gently nodded again, “Good.”
Rong Qing walked forward, uncovered the mask on his face, looked at the smooth face heart secretly wonder: they say he was scratched face, actually even a scar did not leave, it seems that wear cloud religion has a scar removing medicine, this medicine used to beauty is certainly good.
Of course, now is not the time to think about beauty, Rong Qing put the mask on for him and said the main topic, “Since Your Holiness likes people, then fetch the Nine Lohas Purple Gold Stone and give it to them, okay?”
Teng Feng Yuan said, “Good, I’ll go fetch it now.” After saying that he leapt down from the second floor, his figure disappearing into the night.
Rong Qing leaned on the bed and smiled, Nine Luo Zi Jin Shi, Piercing Cloud Sect’s treasure of the town, rumor has it that it can be used to supplement the cultivation of true qi with half the effort, see Teng Feng Yuan’s martial arts progress so fast that he knows the rumors are true.
The night is dark, dressed in black robes, wearing a silver mask, the man shuttles between the pavilions, without focusing on the eye, straight to wear the clouds of the Church of the forbidden land, because of his special identity, naturally, no one to stop him.
However, he had just passed through the lofty stone carved pagoda gate when someone droned out, “Lu turned back, why are you here?”
Only to see a man standing on the opposite side, his wide-sleeved black robe trembling in the night wind, his black and white patterned silver mask was exceptionally frightening, he stood on the stone slab, his eyes staring at the similarly dressed man on the opposite side.
The man who was called Lu turned back but seemed not to see him, straight forward, Teng Feng Yuan saw that he did not listen, a palm wind hit over.