Xun Ran nodded yes and kept up.

Soon, in the main hall, only Duan Ziyin was left, kneeling on the ground with a group of male slaves who were still graceful, and watched Su Kui take everyone away.

When the person disappeared out of sight and could no longer be seen, Duan Ziyin slowly stood up from the ground. Without looking at these lowly male slaves, she hid things in her heart and hurried away.

-

Inluoism is large and divided into several regions.

In the southwest, where the cult trains its disciples and apprentices, and due north, is the arsenal of the Inluo religion. The last area with the largest and best views is due east, where the former leaders live and the main hall.

At this time, it is summer, the season when the grass grows and the warbler flies, and in the rippling blue water, the lotus flowers in the pond compete to open, hugging clusters of clusters, pink and white, swaying with the breeze.

Hanging on the water of the nine-song verandah and the octagonal pavilion built very with the charm of ink Jiangnan, at this moment, at the end of the pontoon, a man in green clothes, standing with his hands.

The wind ruffled his long black hair, and he looked into the distance, unable to see his look.

Duan Ziyin looked at the spot in a daze for a long time, and then seemed to have the courage to grasp the accessories on her waist, stepped on the pontoon bridge lightly, and walked towards Yue Fusang.

Until she walked up, Yue Fusang didn't react, she thought he didn't notice, opened his mouth, and didn't know how to speak, but heard the cold and low voice of the man with his back to her coming out of his mouth.

"Duan Zuo Protector?"

Duan Ziyin was startled and hurriedly looked up, but saw that Yue Fusang didn't look back at all, how did he realize that it was hers? She didn't say anything, and besides, wasn't his cultivation all sealed?

Now, Duan Ziyin has a feeling that what is standing in front of him is a figure who can be the leader of Ming Dao in a few years. is not the rumored young palace master of Changqing Palace who is like an immortal and has an empty name.

"It's me, Yue Gongzi."

Yue Fusang lowered his eyes, and it happened that a gust of wind struck, rolling a piece of catkins, he stretched out his hand, and the snow-white catkins fell into his palm.

"Thank you for your help before."

Although, in his opinion, this help is not needed. Because Manshu had no intention of killing him at all, her bad taste made her want to torture him even more, and preferably, to tempt him to fall in love, so that she could control him better.

Yue Fusang couldn't say what he felt in his heart, but he vaguely sensed that this feeling was driving him to do something incorrect. And those thoughts that popped up suddenly, he himself, couldn't tell what they were.

But it's not good for him.

Because his heart, most obviously, is that he doesn't seem to hate Inmanshu so much.

Why is it uncomfortable to see that Inmanshu is so kind to a man who is eight points similar to him? I always think of the night in the secret room, the bewildering scent of mandala and her soft little hands. With the coquettishness of her daughter's family, there is less domineering in the daytime.

Now, her special part doesn't seem to be just for him.

A little irritability floated in his heart, his hands behind him tightened, and his cold eyes sank a little.

Duan Ziyin could only feel that the aura of the man beside her seemed to be unstable for a moment, and by the time she wanted to feel it carefully, he had already returned to normal, as if what she had just noticed was just an illusion.

"It's okay, I just think that people like Yue Gongzi shouldn't be treated like this." She tugged at the corners of her lips and said.

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