Soon, Happy thought of a good place to go. Seeing that it was getting dark, it was a good time, and I was happy to pack up those small clothes, hang them on my body, and go out to take away the most prosperous place of Yecheng's nightlife.

Since he had a relationship with Zhang Rong, the old bustard of the Drunken Moon Building, he has always avoided going to the Drunken Moon Tower unnaturally, and it has been nearly a month now.

"Why, Master Gao, is the girl there not beautiful and gentle, or is the slave family offended Childe, so that Childe has never stepped into the Drunken Moon Tower for so long?"

Just when Xingxing was about to bow his head and not walk through the Zuiyue Building and want to go to the Shaolin abbot of the post-80s, a gentle voice of a mature woman with the surname Ci sounded, and Xingxing had to stop.

The next moment, accompanied by the familiar fragrance, a fiery body gently leaned on the happy back, conveying the fullness and tenderness to the bottom of his heart.

"Gao Gongzi, what do you say?" The voice owner was full of resentment in her tone, and she blew softly in her happy ear as she spoke.

Happy couldn't help but shrink his neck, the hairs on his neck suddenly rose, his cheeks and ears couldn't help but redden, if it weren't for the golden light of the sunset, I am afraid it would be quite obvious.

"Mother Zhang, long time no see!" Happy pressed the slight twitch in his heart, turned around, and gently took half a step back, as if trying to make the tempting fragrance lighter.

This woman, peerless, more mature and attractive, full of charm, seems to be full of heart-beating charm, it is the old bustard Zhang Rong of Zuiyue Tower.

"Mother Zhang? Could it be that in your heart, the slave family is just Zhang's mother? Zhang Rong looked happy with resentment, and there was a trace of vicissitudes in the depths of her beautiful eyes, a trace of imperceptible loneliness.

"Zhang, Zhangrong." Ripples began to ripple in his happy heart, and he didn't dare to look directly at Zhang Rong's gaze.

Zhang Rong didn't speak, just looked at the joy so fixedly, a touch of sadness appeared on her face, and gradually expanded, and the resentment in her moving eyes seemed to be able to melt people's hearts.

"Rong'er." Looking at her lonely and miserable appearance, her happy heart contracted fiercely, the guilt in her heart rolled up, and an irrepressible feeling gradually spread.

Zhang Rong was stunned for a moment, then a smile rippled on her face, and quickly dispelled the loneliness on her body.

"Childe, please!" Zhang Rong respectfully made a gesture of please, and then smiled coquettishly and twisted her waist and walked towards Zuiyue Tower.

Looking at the moving back in front of him, his happy heart was quiet, and his eyes became a little misty.

Under the leadership of Zhang Rong, the two walked through the lobby on the first floor and came to the backyard of the Zuiyue Building through an imperceptible corner door, separating the hustle and bustle of men and women laughing behind them.

The last rays of the sunset finally slowly dissipated under the expulsion of darkness, and as the night came, the backyard of the Drunken Moon Tower became more and more secluded.

Zuiyue Tower is worthy of being the largest gold cave in the whole Yecheng, the front building has been the first to lead, covering a vast area, but compared with the backyard, it is only the tip of the iceberg.

This courtyard is not worse than the mansion of Gao Changgong in Yecheng today, pavilions and pavilions, carved beams and paintings, not only the scenery is beautiful, the building workmanship is fine, and there is luxury and luxury everywhere.

Happy followed Zhang Rong's footsteps, and walked through the courtyard several times before coming to the center of the courtyard. The scenery here is even more beautiful and exquisite, less luxurious, more elegant.

"Gao Gongzi, please!" Zhang Rong stopped, chuckled and pushed open the door, making a gesture of please.

If it comes, it will be safe.

At this time, I was happy to let go of my heart and calmly walked into the room. There was a wisp of familiar fragrance floating on the tip of the nose, and there was no need to recognize it at all, and I was happy to know that this fragrance was of the same origin as Zhang Rong.

"Childe, please be seated." Zhang Rong put the lamp in his hand, sat happily in a comfortable chair, and after pouring him a cup of hot tea, he also sat next to Happy.

Happy lowered his eyelids and quietly sipped the tea without making a sound.

Zhang Rong's eyes narrowed slightly, with a charming smile on her face, staring at happiness fixedly, her eyes were shining.

Except for the sound of candles beeping, the room fell into an oppressive and quiet atmosphere for a while.

After a long time, Zhang Rong took the lead in breaking the silence.

"Husband."

"Bang", happy hand shake, some of the tea cup fell on Zhuo, and the tea splashed all over him.

"Ah, be careful!" Zhang Rong snorted lightly, quickly got up and came to Xing's side, and wiped the water stains on her body with the Jinpa in her hand, her movements were very gentle, like a virtuous little wife.

Happily sat stunned, his heart was warm, and he was intoxicated.

"Rong'er." Happy called softly, and his eyes showed a tenderness that he had never felt before.

Zhang Rong's body that was moving shook, and she unconsciously looked up at Xing, facing his gentle gaze. Suddenly, Zhang Rong felt a bang in her mind, and suddenly she fell into a blank, and her originally empty heart seemed to be watered by a hot spring in an instant, becoming full and warm.

Looking at Zhang Rong's misty eyes, the more beautiful and moving face under the light, happily unconsciously attracted to it, slowly stretched out his hands, hugged Zhang Rong's plump and soft body in his arms, slowly lowered his head, and finally kissed the soft and ruddy lips that had been tasted and appeared countless times in dreams.

"Huh", Zhang Rong let out a seductive moan in her throat, her soft arms wrapped around her happy neck, her body sat softly in her happy arms, and her beautiful eyes slowly closed, leaving only the beautiful eyelashes that couldn't stop fluttering, and her face was intoxicated.

Finally, after draining the oxygen from their lungs, the two finally dispersed, hugging each other and gasping violently.

"Husband." Zhang Rong muttered softly, the enchanting water in her eyes seemed to be about to come out, and a pretty face that could be broken by blowing a bullet had become red at this time, like a seductive peach, exuding a more mature aura all over her body.

The fire in his happy eyes jumped, and a low roar came out of his throat, and he was about to taste the softness and sweetness again, but Zhang Rong was like a dexterous snake, slipperily breaking free from the arms of happiness, and bursts of laughter like silver bells came out of his mouth.

The beauty left his arms, happy and lost, and unconsciously there was a beautiful shadow in his heart, a touch of silky concern.

"Rong'er, I'm sorry." looked at Zhang Rong happily and gently, and her eyes revealed the apologies in her heart.

The smile on Zhang Rong's face was closed, and two lines of tears burst out.

She was originally an orphan who was raised by her master and lacked family love since she was a child. She spent her childhood learning all kinds of knowledge and practicing martial arts diligently. She has had no friends and no playmates since she was a child, and because she is the future successor of the Lunatic Cult, she needs majesty.

Since she took over the Lunatic Cult at the age of eighteen, in the past twelve years, the heavy teaching affairs of the Lunatic Cult have been pressed on her, and she has never relaxed for a moment.

What girl doesn't have a spring? But her identity makes it impossible for her to easily reveal her heart, not to mention that she has read a lot of books since she was a child, and her martial arts are dominant, which also makes her vision higher, and she looks down on the men around her who are not as good as her.

Happy, both in terms of temperament and appearance, is so outstanding. Although he seems to be uninhibited and wanders the Fengyue place every day, as the big owner of the Drunken Moon Building, Zhang Rong knows that he has never really had any real intimacy with any girl. This strange practice undoubtedly attracted Zhang Rong's attention.

That evening, due to the instability of the immortal true qi on his body, the breath exuded made Zhang Rong unconsciously close, and it aroused the curiosity of the woman. The happy and impulsive kiss not only disturbed his mind, but also opened a gap in Zhang Rong's calm and lonely heart.

Sure enough, on that night, Zhang Rong saw the strength of Xingxing, and his murderous aura like a substance made her frightened and frightened, and she also wanted to discover the secrets of Xingxing's body more and more, hoping to be able to collect them so that she could seek the development of the organization.

In the end, for the long-awaited happiness in his heart and the mission he carried for, Zhang Rong finally did not give up the joy of going crazy, and used himself as a medium to save him from the brink of collapse.

When tears slid down her cheeks, Zhang Rong was no longer the old bustard with all kinds of charms and infinite scenery, nor was she the majestic and infinite moon worship master, but a weak woman who needed to be cared for with a broad embrace, Chu Chu was pitiful.

happily stepped forward and gently hugged Zhang Rong into his arms.