Murong Jiu's eyes looked at Ye Qing Huan's red cheeks with fascination, and he smiled lightly and hooked his lips, his eyes were charming: "The taste of Huanhuan...... Very good. ”

Rumble!

Ye Qinghuan crackled something in his head, and suddenly hugged Murong Jiu, buried his face in his shoulder socket, and his heart trembled slightly.

This man...... Tse-love!

"Huanhuan, come to me every day, okay?" Murong Jiu's big hand reached under her clothes, stroked her smooth back, and said softly: "I'm afraid I'll hurt you then." ”

Ye Qinghuan's body trembled slightly, he planned to treat her like this every day before she left the onset of hateful spring?

"Huh?" Murong Jiu's fingers slowly went down, submerged into the slippery ditch, and said in a low voice: "Uncle Nine helps Huanhuan make it bigger, and it won't hurt when the time comes......"

"Uncle Nine...... Can you stop talking? Ye Qinghuan closed her eyes, she really couldn't listen to it anymore.

She's still a yellow flower girl! Where is he so cheeky, this kind of thing can also be said!

She's just a little dirty, a little dirty, okay? He's just a lust-madness!

Compared with him, she instantly felt that she had become the purest white lotus on the top of the snowy mountain......

"Then Huanhuan promised me, I won't say anything." Knowing that the little girl is shy, Murong Jiu's mood is unusually high, this is probably a kind of evil psychology of men!

I love to see the shy expression of my beloved girl, and there are all kinds of different styles on weekdays.

"Well......" Ye Qinghuan weakly agreed, but then said one thing: "However, I will go to the Mingling Pavilion one night." ”

Famous Singer Pavilion?

Murong Jiufeng's eyes narrowed dangerously, pulled the little girl away from her arms, stared at her eyes that were still slightly shy, and said in a slightly deep tone: "Huanhuan still wants to go to the Famous Singer Pavilion?" ”

Ye Qinghuan went to the Mingling Pavilion last night, Murong Jiu had already gotten the news, after all, he had already sent someone to follow the little girl, and if there was any wind and grass around her, he could get the news as soon as possible.

However, he knew very well that Ye Qinghuan and Phoenix entered the Mingling Pavilion and brought back Dugu Mo.

Therefore, he naturally didn't have to worry about Ye Qinghuan about this matter, after all, she went to the Mingling Pavilion for a purpose.

Can now?

Dugu Mo has already left the Mingling Pavilion, what reason does she have to go to the Mingling Pavilion?

What kind of place is the Mingling Pavilion, Murong Jiu knows it too well, how can he let his women go in and out of that place at will?

Of course, Ye Qinghuan knew what Murong Jiu was thinking, so he explained: "Uncle Jiu doesn't know, last night I went to the Mingling Pavilion with Phoenix to pick up Dugu Mo and left, and met a man in white wearing a mask in the Mingling Pavilion, and later I learned that he was the head of the Mingling Pavilion - the son of Lanling.

He never showed his true face, and a few days later it was his breaking ceremony, Su Yan later heard him talking to the owner of the Mingling Pavilion, saying that he would send me an invitation that day, inviting me to go to the Mingling Pavilion. ”

When Murong Jiu heard this, his face turned slightly pale, and a touch of coldness appeared in his eyes: "Do you think Huanhuan has a problem with this Lanling son?" ”

"It's not just that there's a problem, it's that he's probably the owner of the Yan Fu!" Ye Qinghuan hooked her lips slightly and said.

Murong Jiu raised his eyebrows: "Why is Huanhuan so sure?" ”

"Intuition." Ye Qinghuan smiled faintly, his eyes were cold: "And even if the prince of Lanling is not the master of Yan Fu himself, the master of Yan Fu must be in this Ling Pavilion!" ”

Otherwise, the owner of Yan Fu would not have bothered to use Dugu Mo to lure her into the Mingling Pavilion.