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Feng Zitong stood at the foot of the mountain and glanced up, and saw that the canopy of the trees was connected, glowing with a hazy soft light under the moonlight.

Although she used the excuse that 'Feng Zitong' was the apprentice of the Thousand-Faced Spirit Master to deceive everyone, she couldn't blatantly use the Singing Eagle Lingpeng to go up.

It's not that she can't use the other flying beasts in captivity in the Thousand Faces Cover, but judging from the current situation, she only has Ming Neng in her hand to try to break through the formation enchantment arranged by Mo Yanhuang around the top of the mountain.

But in this case, wouldn't it be easy to be exposed?

The top of the mountain, in the temple.

Black Wind is reporting everything that happened in the banquet garden after Mo Yanhuang left.

The man who had been careless all the time suddenly came to his senses.

Mo Yanhuang withdrew the spiritual power that shrouded the entire mountain, and the red lips exposed under the white mist hooked upward.

Little thing, you're finally here!

Feng Zitong didn't know that her every move was watched by Mo Yanhuang.

It's late at night, and if it's delayed, it's not good if they find out by Feng Yuyuan.

She frowned, hesitating whether to go back to Fengfu first and come back tomorrow.

Behind him, a purple figure appeared silently.

Sensing the breeze behind her, she jerked around.

The cold and arrogant man appeared in front of her, she directly stretched out her hand and said, "Mo Yanhuang, return the silver needle to me." ”

Mo Yanhuang smiled at the corner of his mouth, walked up to her, unceremoniously put his hand on her palm, and said, "What's the hurry, follow me first." ”

Seeing the man's shameless behavior, the corners of Feng Zitong's mouth twitched.

Shake the big palm off the palm: "Sorry, it's getting late." ”

Mo Yanhuang ignored her words, and domineeringly hugged the person into his arms, and his figure flashed.

The two disappeared on the spot.

The mist shrouded the mountain peaks, as if draped in a thin layer of veil.

On the top of the mountain, the thousand-year-old trees mean, and the unconcealable bright moonlight blooms wantonly.

The silver-white moonlight shone on the palace surrounded by countless pink pear trees, exuding a faint halo, like a god.

Looking at the huge palace in front of him and feeling the rich mirror spiritual power around him, Feng Zitong's eyes flashed with a clear light.

It was actually a palace transformed by a phantom spirit, and Mo Yanhuang's strength was really strong.

She had forgotten that she was still in the arms of a man.

Mo Yanhuang hugged her and walked into the palace, and her eyes were full of golden wall splendor.

Feng Zitong only had three big words left in his mind, nouveau riche.

'Zitong, don't be in a daze, how long do you want to be held by this man. ’

In the space, the corners of Qiansha's mouth were obviously smiling.

Feng Zitong's body stiffened, and after being reminded by a thousand brakes, she reacted, the current distance between her and Mo Yanhuang was too ambiguous.

"Let go, I'll go myself."

Her voice was cold, with a beak that could not be denied.

The moment Mo Yanhuang let go of his hand, he twisted her and pressed her on the golden coiled dragon cylinder on his side, and his deliberately suppressed voice was delicate and provocative: "Drunk?" ”

At the night banquet just now, he didn't see the little thing drinking, and when Hei Feng came back to tell the situation, he didn't say that the little thing had drank.

He looked at Feng Zitong, and an unknown light flashed in his eyes.

Feng Zitong chuckled in his heart, and the hot air sprayed on his face from the man's mouth was wet.

But his dangerous eyes seemed to have found something.

She always knew that this man was difficult to guard.

"I know I've been drinking, so do you need to ask?"

Despite her apprehension, she remained calm.

Mo Yanhuang's narrow eyes blinked again and again, his long eyelashes were like feathers swiping, provocative, and his delicate and fair face had no expression, but he was not like words.

He stretched out his hand, directly clasped the back of Feng Zitong's head, and pressed his thin lips against her red lips without hesitation.

The tip of the tongue crossed the lip flap, and the domineering pry opened the lip and teeth and went deeper, touching the soft and sweet of the dodge, wantonly exploring, entangled, and demanding.

He savored the softness on his lips and the sweetness with the aroma of wine was the ultimate temptation for him.