"Hmph, she's still some kind of girl." is not afraid that this sentence will spread out, if this word spreads, she can justify herself, saying that she thinks Feng Jingyun is the woman of the sect leader, and the sect leader will not blame her.

Feng Jingyun clearly slept with the sect leader. It must have been the Ten Princes' play-rotten shoes. A cheap woman, with a man as good as the Ten Princes, is not satisfied, and wants to compete with her for the queen's position.

It seems that no matter how handsome the ten princes are, it is useless, it is still better than the sect leader to ascend to the throne in the future, and the woman of the sect leader can be the queen, which is even more attractive.

I have to say that Feng Jingyun has a good vision, and she abandoned the Ten Princes and the Sect Master, and it is estimated that she had expected that the Ten Princes were not the opponents of the Sect Master. Sure enough, the Ten Princes must have died miserably last night, and the sect leader didn't even leave him the whole body.

The trouble is that the more shrewd Feng Jingyun is, the more difficult it is to deal with.

Xiao Lian pursed the corners of her mouth slightly, no matter how fine she is, she is definitely not her Gu Xiaolian's opponent. She never wanted a woman to die, and that woman usually died so miserably that she didn't even know how.

If it weren't for the extraordinary means, if she was a woman, how could she be the master of the North Hall of the Half-Moon Sect.

Walking into the courtyard, Gu Xiaolian looked up at the other side of the mountain, where there were more than a thousand rotting corpses and rotten flesh, a large amount of firewood poured oil, and those rotting corpses were burning under the supervision of a group of sect leaders' personal guards.

Although it was far away, the billowing smoke still stained most of the sky, but fortunately, the location of the burn-corpse was right, and after the smoke rose to the sky, the wind blew, and the smoke drifted in the opposite direction of the island's residence.

The wind on the island was strong, and no matter how heavy the smoke was, it would blow and disperse, but the air here was not affected much.

After walking a few steps, Xiao Lian felt that her viscera was a little painful, and the serious injury was just a little better, and it was really not appropriate to make any moves at this time, but she couldn't help Feng Feng and take the opportunity to please the sect leader.

Whether she is seriously injured, the sect leader will definitely feel pity when he knows her efforts.

With Luo Lin's support, he walked to the fifth courtyard in front of him, and Gu Xiaolian motioned for him to let go with his eyes. The sect leader probably wouldn't like other men touching her. Even if she knew that she would sacrifice her body to some men for the mission, it was another thing that the Sect Master didn't see it with his own eyes.

Moreover, her past paid for the Half Moon Sect, she didn't think the sect leader was ugly, the sect leader didn't care about her past, or the sect leader took advantage.

It's like a phoenix, without any contribution, you know how to seduce men.

She Gu Xiaolian has no choice but to sleep with a man, and she is fighting the world for the sect leader.

Feng Jingyun was played by the Ten Princes again, and came to lure the sect leader again, which was a water-based poplar flower.

The school is a school, and I believe that the sect leader is very clear.

I turned a corner and went to the gate of the courtyard, and saw a platform made of three square tables in the middle of the courtyard, with a rotting corpse on the platform and a coffee table next to it.

Feng Jingyun wore a pair of white gloves, and held a slender tongs in his hand, which clamped some liquid meat from the mouth of the carrion, put it in a bottle, covered it with a cloth stopper, and put it on the coffee table. There were already more than a dozen small bottles on the table.

In the same way, she took the brain fluid of the carrion and put it in a bottle, and put it on a few in the same way.

It seemed that the bottles on the coffee table were full of rotten flesh and rotten liquid taken from the carrion.

Jun Lonely, dressed in black, wearing a black-gray black-and-gray black-iron mask on his left cheek, stood next to Feng Jingyun, his eyes always falling on her.

There was a ray of affection in the cold eyes that a blind man could feel.