In the night wind, his robe swayed, and he was like a fairy.

Like ink hair, there is a bewitching smile on the face of the country and the city, it is the temple master Weiyang.

Beichen was not at all surprised by Weiyang's appearance.

"Sancheng!"

His lips opened and closed, and he spat out two very simple words.

Weiyang walked over lazily, "Sancheng, is it a little less?" ”

"You can do without!" Beichen said lightly.

"Isn't that too face-saving for you, senior brother?" Weiyang's gaze swept over the purple pupils on his side, "How many percent do you give to the little pupil?" ”

His gaze fell on Zi Pupil, and Beichen's voice had already softened, "Except for yours, it's hers!" ”

"Then I don't want it either, I'll give my all to my little Hitomi." Weiyang laughed, "Anyway, she is now a purple-clothed saint in my temple, and she has to be my ......."

Before he could finish speaking, the purple pupils had already raised their hands and threw something at him.

"This, Lord Hall, please take it back!"

Weiyang raised his hand, and a mask landed in the palm of his hand.

The white background, the purple pattern, and the nine-star ornament symbolizing the Nine Star Temple in the center of his eyebrows are the masks he wore when he was a purple-clothed saint.

"Hitomi Kotomi!" Weiyang's face showed an extremely sad look, "The night before yesterday, you and I drank and talked happily, and now you are so ruthless to me, you ...... Are you also the one who will abandon in anger?! ”

Purple Hitomi raised her eyebrows, turned her face, and looked at Weiyang, "What do you want?!" ”

"Your people and your heart, of course." Weiyang laughed.

Purple Hitomi didn't laugh angrily, and her tone was rarely serious, "This is your most reluctant, if you say it now, or I will think about it carefully." ”

"Okay!" Weiyang also put away the hippie smile on her face, raised her jade white finger, and pointed at the snack on her side, "I want it!" ”

"Impossible." Purple Hitomi immediately refused.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to take it away from you, you've signed a contract, it's impossible, I mean, I want a little of its blood, and a piece of its scales." Weiyang shrugged his shoulders, "To it, a scale is like a human hair, for you, it's a breeze!" ”

"For what?" Purple Hitomi asked.

There are thousands of scales on the snack merchant's body, just a scale, a little blood, it is really nothing, but he asked for it so solemnly, this matter is not unusual.

Weiyang glanced at her ambiguously and ambiguously, "The scales and blood of a dragon are enough to trick a few beautiful girls into my bed!" ”

Everyone knows that he is lying, and he does not hide that he is lying.

Weiyang was just answering her in another way, and he wouldn't say the real reason.

"Okay." Purple Pupil nodded, "I can give it to you." ”

"I know that you are the best for me." Weiyang immediately threw a flattering glance at her that was enough to catch people's hearts.

On the side, Beichen's eyes were like knives, "Ye Weiyang!" ”

Even with his name and surname, the anger in Beichen's tone was already very obvious.

Weiyang shrugged his shoulders, his face was still smiling, he stepped forward, he raised his left hand and pressed it on his chest, he elegantly made an aristocratic etiquette to Zi Tong, "Xiao Hitomi, officially introduce, my surname is Ye, Ye Weiyang." ”

Then, he raised his hand to her palm.

Brush!

Before he could touch the palm of the purple pupil, a black thorn had already crossed diagonally, blocking his fingertips.