Gu Sanning didn't know whether to cry or laugh for a while, this favorability fluctuated so much, it might not be a good thing, if this was a brain pump of Ming Yuechen, wouldn't it be a bamboo basket to draw water.

To be honest, this feeling is like pie in the sky and money being picked up under the tree.

There is no sense of realism.

With this unsteady, after Gu Sang Ning filled his stomach, he went to the main hall alone, and listened to Ziluo say that he had never stepped out of the main hall since the return of Mingyuechen the day before yesterday.

The people below are speculating that the sect leader was injured in the battle and urgently needs to retreat to heal.

At that time, Ming Yuechen was one against ten, and against many good players in the rivers and lakes, it was normal to be injured by the defeat.

Although he didn't show it at the moment, who knows if he didn't force himself to die to save face?

In addition, shortening the time all the way back is bound to add a lot of internal injuries.

After some brain treatment, Gu Sanning felt that Ming Yuechen should be seriously ill and bedridden at this moment, licking his wounds alone.

As a result, as soon as he entered the inner hall, what Gu Sanning saw was Ming Yuechen holding a small blueprint, studying it carefully.

The corners of Gu Saning's mouth twitched slightly, in the end, she underestimated this master's ability.

"Come here." Mingyue didn't raise his head to speak.

Gu Sang pursed his lips, took a step to the soft couch, knelt on the low steps, lowered his eyebrows, and called respectfully: "Sect Master." ”

"Hmm." Ming Yuechen closed the little blue book, his eyes fell on her, and asked with concern: "My body is better." ”

"Sect Master Hongfu, it's no big deal." Gu Sanning replied in a dignified manner.

This injury is not a one-time healer, and it needs to be recuperated for a long time, but it is not affected by daily walking.

"When I come back, the saint has separated from the master of this sect." Ming Yuechen's voice fell slowly, and no emotion or dissatisfaction could be heard between his words.

Gu Sang frowned and looked at him puzzled, "Sect Master, don't like my rules?" ”

Ming Yuechen lowered his eyes and looked into her clear eyes, his index finger lightly rested on the little blue book, his thin lips opened lightly, and he slowly spoke: "It's nothing, this sect leader just felt it, and remembered what the holy woman had said that day." ”

"What?" Gu Sang listened to his words.

"People have seven emotions and six desires, and the word lust is the most untouchable." Ming Yuechen said.

"Yes." Gu Sanning looked at him incomprehensibly, "Sect Master, what are you doing here?" ”

"If lust is not touched, it is not in vain." Ming Yuechen asked rhetorically.

Gu Sang pondered for a moment, then tapped his chin lightly and agreed: "What the sect leader said is extremely true. ”

Having said that, the corner of Gu Sanning's eyes couldn't help but sweep over the small blueprint that he had flipped through many times, and the slightly wrinkled little blueprint, thinking of the various shameful plays that he had glimpsed many times, instantly stood on end.

Ming Yuechen wouldn't want to pull her sauce to brew, right?

As if to reflect her thoughts, Ming Yuechen, who was lying on the bed, leaned forward, and a good smell of flowers entered the tip of her nose, with a demagogic smell.

Gu Sanning subconsciously dodged back, and when he looked up, he met his teasing gaze, only to realize that he had been trapped.

"The sect leader vaguely remembers what the saint said that day, expecting to inherit the body of the sect leader, but now she is cowardly?" Ming Yuechen asked neatly.

Gu Sang Ning pulled the corners of his mouth, they all came out to mix, how could he take what he said seriously in order to survive.

Having said this, Gu Sanning categorically did not offend the gold master, and considered his mouth: "Sect Master, my body is ...... right now."

I can't stand the toss!