Shen Lichuan walked very fast, and with his current status as the ghost king, he could not stay under the scorching sun for too long.

The fact that the Holy Son of the Holy Temple has a dual identity is not to be known to the coachman of the Right Prime Minister's Mansion.

"No...... It's not a loss, His Royal Highness the Holy Son......" The coachman was extremely worshipful in his heart, and hurried over to see Lu Chengyu's situation.

Lai Fu Laiwu glanced at Leng Mingyue deeply, didn't say anything, and left.

"Miss Leng Futang, are you okay, it's really unlucky, you can meet ghosts in broad daylight."

The coachman carried his son-in-law on his back, but when he looked up, he found that Leng Mingyue was gone.

Confusion, panic, and suspicion followed, and the coachman didn't say a word, picking up the unconscious Lu Chengyu and running all the way.

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The Holy Temple, by the Sacred Spring.

Within the barrier, the pool water boils and rolls.

The man who was worshipped as a god by the outside world lay on the edge of the pool, his life was meager, two hearts and two forces fought back and forth, and the black and red blood stained his robes that he had not had time to fade.

The unparalleled handsome skin is as white as jade porcelain, as if it is broken when touched, and the cinnabar in the center of the eyebrows is extremely conspicuous.

The faint sound of footsteps sounded, and the familiar dark fragrance hit his face, and he opened his eyes lightly and saw Leng Mingyue walking towards him, her white skirt swaying.

The water in the pool boiled even more, and the ghost king's heart became more and more excited.

Shen Lichuan's breathing intensified.

Leng Mingyue slashed her wrist and handed it to Shen Lichuan's mouth, her voice was slightly awkward: "Bite it." ”

She didn't like Shen Lichuan, but when Shen Lichuan first appeared in the enchantment, she also moved the idea of cleaning up Shen Lichuan together.

In her eyes, Shen Lichuan was no different from a street hooligan.

But she didn't expect Shen Lichuan to be ghosted in order to save her, obviously he knew very well what it meant to be ghosted.

"I don't need you to save me."

Leng Mingyue looked straight ahead, did not take Shen Lichuan into her eyes, and her tone was calm.

She is a goddess, Leng Mingyue, the goddess of the Megatron Continent for 90,000 years.

If she encounters any danger that she must strike, she can destroy this mortal body now, reunite the soul of the goddess, and leave here.

There is no need for Shen Lichuan to risk his life to save him.

The sweet breath of blood penetrated into Shen Lichuan's nose, and his cold eyes immediately turned red, and he instinctively stretched out his hand to pinch the slender white wrist in front of him and brought it to his mouth.

Leng Mingyue twisted her eyebrows, ready to be squeezed dry, but there was a cold and soft touch on the back of her hand.

She turned her head to look at him, and saw that he was kissing the back of her hand with his eyes closed, and his eyelashes moved slightly like cicada wings.

The breath of life around the human heart was split into wisps and covered her wrists.

However, in the blink of an eye, the cut wound healed, which was a healing ability unique to the cultivators of the Shengmen.

"You ......"

Before Leng Mingyue could finish speaking, the whole person was pushed out of the enchantment by an unstoppable force, and outside the enchantment was a worried face of blessings and misfortunes.

"Miss Leng!" Laifu didn't expect Leng Mingyue to appear in the enchantment of His Royal Highness!

After the shock of the disaster, his eyes flashed, he should have thought that Miss Leng was not ordinary.

An ordinary person can't drag His Highness to his room, let alone wait for His Highness to save him in the ghost general's enchantment.

Seeing that Leng Mingyue was about to go in, she took a step forward: "Miss Leng, please go back." ”

When His Highness made the choice of ghosting, he didn't intend to drink Miss Leng's blood.

"He's ghosting." Leng Mingyue lowered her voice, her brows were furrowed, and her face was not very good-looking.

"Your Highness is Your Highness of the Supreme Divine Kingdom, Your Highness of the Wind Breath Continent." Lai's face was expressionless, and his tone couldn't tell whether it was pride or indifference: "He can afford it." ”