Song Baiyu's tone paused when she said the name of Saint Wuwu, but this did not prevent her from continuing. In Song Baiyu's heart, not only in Song Baiyu's heart, but also in the heart of the four protectors of the Sanssouci Sect, their master's intelligence is definitely rare in the world. But this kind of intelligence is terrifying. Playing with people's hearts, no one can compare to their masters.

Sure enough, after listening to Song Baiyu's words, Ye Feichen laughed happily. He will see the day, and the darkness will finally end. Ye Feichen stopped laughing, and in his eyes was Ling Yan, who saw nothing in the world.

"One more thing." Song Baiyu interrupted Ye Feichen's laughter a little crampedly.

After hearing the advice of his better subordinates, Ye Feichen sat on the position of the sect leader in a more lazy posture. He squinted at Song Baiyu, who looked embarrassed, and naturally carried his own arrogance in his tone: "What is it?" ”

Song Baiyu's forehead was sweating, but what appeared in her mind was the face of the woman who was like a sister, and she gritted her teeth and said secretly in her heart, this is the last time to help her: "Master, Mengmeng wants to stay by her master's side." ”

Song Baiyu regretted it as soon as she said it, what kind of sisterhood is deep, now it has become a catastrophe, if the master's vision is a substantial blade, I am afraid she has died several times.

Han Yuqing looked at Song Baiyu with a crooked mouth, this woman is really smart but mistaken by cleverness.

And Likuhai and Mei Luofeng are in their own worlds, and no one pays attention to how Song Baiyu died. But they could all feel Ye Feichen's anger and anger. This kind of anger and anger are all because of two women, one is the self-proclaimed smart Song Baiyu who will not die if he does not die, and the other is the one in Song Baiyu's mouth who doesn't know what to think of, his eyes have changed from rich red anger to light and light, and the wind around him has also changed from the depression of the sky to relaxed relaxation. He smiled and said, "Okay, let her come." ”

Song Baiyu was stunned, coughing violently from the bitter sea, Luo Meihua suddenly felt that the bones in his hands were tasteless, only Han Yuqing still looked like a man and not a woman, and her face revealed a smile full of interest, there was a good show about to be staged in the lonely worry-free sect, how could he not put on an expression full of interest?

Fu Nishang looked up at the stars in the sky, although the Sanssouci Sect had a terrifying atmosphere, but the starry sky under this atmosphere was exceptionally bright and beautiful. However, the beautiful twinkling starry sky was still uneven, and the tangled and confused in her mind was uneven. She was puzzled that every time she saw Ye Feichen, her eyes could no longer contain anything. But whenever Ye Feichen left her sight, her heart was entangled by pain, which was not the pain of her beloved leaving her vision, but the entanglement of emotion and reason in her heart. People in the Sanssouci Sect know that being in Sanssoi is not the same as amnesia, but forcibly adding a feeling called a secret love in your heart. And this kind of forced joining, you have no way to refuse, and you have no ability to refuse. Because you don't even know if this emotion comes from your heart.

No matter how powerful your skills are, you can't escape the fate of being carefree.

Either he loves his lover in deception, or he breaks all his muscles and veins and vomits blood and dies.

Because the antidote to worry-free dispersal is to fall in love with the person who administers the poison, or to find clues from sweet words, and to find out your own love with your own muscles