The Holy Temple.

Leng Mingyue opened her eyes, collected her divine power, and the flying green silk fell gently.

When she looked towards the bed, she saw Shen Lichuan closing his eyes tightly and breathing chaotically.

Sensing Leng Mingyue coming, Shen Lichuan opened his eyes suddenly, and turned his back to Leng Mingyue, his face pale and embarrassed.

The death-threatening scent made his blood rage, and his fingertips slowly lengthened.

"What are you doing here?" His voice was muffled.

At this stage, he didn't want to touch her.

Leng Mingyue looked at Shen Lichuan's back, walked to the bedside, and said in a helpless voice: "Isn't my blood delicious?" ”

Obviously, it can be solved by sucking her blood.

The man was silent, his eyes shining.

In my mind, it was the picture of Leng Mingyue planting herself in the holy spring pool after losing too much blood.

"Then you say, how can I help you."

Leng Mingyue made a concession, one thing to say, without Shen Lichuan's help tonight, she couldn't solve Jiang Zhenshan so quickly.

With Jiang Zhenshan's cautious temperament, if you want to catch his handle, it will take some more effort.

Shen Lichuan finally saved her a lot of trouble, and the price was not light.

"Stay away from me."

Shen Lichuan's voice revealed a hint of self-deprecation: "Or get closer to me, just like the three-star grizzly bear in the northern forest, who can store food." ”

He met Leng Mingchu at the beginning of the month, and he was in the three-star grizzly cave, and the strange beast caught Shen Zichen and didn't swallow it, because the prey was by his side, and he wouldn't starve, so he was very relieved.

Leng Mingyue didn't give him an answer.

He closed his eyes, unable to tell what he was feeling.

She rejected him so much, and feeding him blood was just a charity, how could she be too close to him.

Yes, let's go.

Shen Lichuan relaxed, and in the next second, through the thin obscene clothes on his back, the woman's warm and wet breathing came from the tail vertebrae, and the trembling sensation went from the tail vertebrae to the depths of the brain.

"Is it okay to be so close?"

Leng Mingyue twisted her eyebrows, the bed was so big, if she wanted to get closer, she could only sleep next to him.

The medicinal fragrance on the man's body first entered his nose, and he was still a little familiar with it for a long time, after all, they had spent the night like this for the few days when they were chained by ghosts.

Of course, if the weak dog man were to insult her now, she could kick him outside the temple.

"Yes." There was a faint smile in the man's voice.

"How do you know that Jiang Zhenshan will abandon Jiang Caiwei?" She asked.

"The limelight in the imperial capital is not right these days, so I ordered Laifu to stay next to the banquet, just in case." He replied.

"How can the Supreme God Council punish you?" She asked again.

"I am the Son of God and will not be punished." His tone was pleasant.

"How did you manage to travel back and forth to Ivory Village overnight?" She asked again.

She remembered that she had just given him the ancient secret recipe, and the next day, Rifle had come with thirteen chickens.

He was silent for a moment, then replied, "If I say, it won't happen overnight." ”

When Leng Huayan was about to hold a banquet for the owner, he sent Laifu to collect gifts, and he would never let her be overwhelmed by Leng Huayan.

Leng Mingyue's breathing paused, and the corners of her mouth twitched: "Don't love me, it's fruitless." ”

She could understand Shen Lichuan's intentions.

Shut up, man.

"Is my dad alright?" In a daze, she asked one last question.

Shen Lichuan turned over and looked at the woman's small and delicate face head-on: "Laifu said that the Leng family courtyard in Ivory Village is empty. ”

Leng Qingfeng and Ye Rou'er are not in Ivory Village.

"I guess where to go, these two always love this." Leng Mingyue closed her eyes.

The next day, Leng Mingyue glanced at Shen Lichuan, who was still asleep, pushed the door on tiptoe, and left the Divine Temple.

Looking at Leng Mingyue's back, he was once again amazed by her immeasurable strength, and when he walked into the hall, he found that his Royal Highness had woken up.

"Doesn't Your Highness strike while the iron is hot and keep Miss Leng?"

The man leaned on the head of the bed, his slightly scattered black hair and pure white obscene clothes interlaced with a pure temperament.

"I won't pick the moon in the sky." His eyes were soaked in a soft light:.

"I want the bright moon in the sky to come to me."