Seeing that he didn't react, Mingquan couldn't help but feel a little strange, even a little frightened and disdainful, he thought to himself that Yinchen wouldn't have a problem in that regard, right? But even if he was a father-in-law in the palace, he might not be able to behave much better than a normal man in front of him? What is going on?

Mingquan thought about it, and was about to reach out to attack a certain part of Yinchen's body, but was pushed away by Yinchen. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Since you and the Demon Gate are here, then they will be here too. I think I'll be able to determine where they are, so let's go. Yinchen said coldly, regardless of whether Mingquan agreed or not, he walked in one direction by himself. Mingquan was pushed aside by him, stumbled a few times, stood firm, and was about to pounce on him to tease him, when he suddenly felt a cold that was almost numb in his calves and feet, and when he looked down, he found that his legs were covered with frost.

"Silver Dust!" Ming Quan angrily called out Silver Dust's name: "We are the emperor's decree to marry......"

"This is a secret realm, Aunt Mingquan. Yinchen continued to walk without looking back, and the black slender figure gradually faded away in the twilight: "The secret realm is dangerous and unpredictable, and any accident can happen." ”

"You! How dare you do it, do you know that even if the slave family dies, the people of Romans can find out the clues!" Mingquankou hissed unabashedly, his words full of desperate despair. She is Mingquan, but she is no longer the eldest princess Mingquan, and she is no longer the royal darling she used to be, the first person of the younger generation of the Holy Water Sect! Her current identity is not much different from a prisoner and a slave, she married Yinchen, that is really a chicken and a dog and a dog, even if Mingquan has how much scheming, how much scheming, how much acting skills, how much ruthlessness, she can't control her own life, Yinchen snubbed her, disliked her, and even abused her, she can only bear it, she can't take the initiative to leave Yinchen, no matter how much she suffers and how many grievances, because once she leaves Yinchen, it means that the royal reputation is ruined, of course, the plan to monitor corrosion and win over Yinchen has failed, and the royal family is ashamed of the guilt, Mingquan can't afford it even if he has 10,000 lives。

That's why she didn't choose to say anything, she said such threatening and intimidating words, she was desperate when she knew the content of the holy decree, when the Holy Water Sect was forced to dissolve, she joined the Cosmos, thinking that she was just playing with men? The cheap maids of the Interpretation Sect can do a good job, and she Mingquan naturally came to his wife, but what she didn't expect was that she was so unlucky to meet Yinchen.

In the bottom of her heart, she actually knew that she would not be Yinchen's opponent, she couldn't fight five years ago, and maybe she couldn't fight even more five years later, right? Based on this understanding, she emphasized the existence of the Holy Decree over and over again.

"Huh. Before Mingquan's words fell, he heard Yinchen's sneer. In Mingquan's impression, Yinchen never seemed to laugh out loud, always suppressed and indifferent, but those few sneers at this moment made Mingquan feel a deep black fear.

"Let a group of martial artists come to find the clues of the Dark Legend Master? How stupid do you have to think of an idea?" Yinchen sneered, suddenly stopped, and slowly turned around: "Do you know that if I really want to kill you, can I still leave your body behind? I don't even need fire, just a little magic called Darkness can erase the evidence of your existence in this world, not to mention that I can also blame someone else, and even modify that person's memory for him to admit it himself." Mingquan, you know, I have broken with the Demon Pavilion. Feng Lieshan, I can afford to provoke me, it's easy to casually catch a little disciple of the Demon Pavilion, right?" Yinchen laughed softly, his smile was very shallow, and it was also soaked in the coldness of a magician.

"Silver dust!" Mingquan's voice suddenly became high and sharp, almost tearing his vocal cords: "What do you want to do? Do you know that the slave family has no way out at all now, okay! The slave family also wants to be with you, no matter what kind of person you are! The slave family also wants to just follow you like this! You are also a little sympathetic!" Mingquan said and said, she actually cried, she revealed her true feelings this time, and even closed her magic skills in advance, so as not to break "The Road is Ruthless" , she is not only crying for Yinchen, but also crying for her uncertain future and fate.

"Okay. Facing the crying Mingquan, Yinchen raised his eyebrows, and his tone softened, maybe the tears of beautiful women are inherently a weapon, in short, even if Yinchen is out of some kind of machismo face, he can't let Mingquan cry like this: "Since you have nowhere to go, then follow me for the time being, let's say it first, your current performance can't satisfy me, as for the so-called husband and wife, it's just a name, I can't treat you as a wife, I'm not so hungry." Yinchen's last sentence was hard to hear, but Mingquan didn't say anything fierce, and she might even have automatically ignored that last sentence.

"You're saying that if I behave well, I'll have a chance to ......," Mingquan said as if grasping at some life-saving straw while sobbing.

"You can't be my wife. Silver Dust snorted coldly, turned around and continued to move forward: "At most, it's just someone I recognize." He finally added in a very small voice, but to be honest, he didn't believe it himself.

But it was clear that Mingquan believed everything he said, because she herself was no longer in any position not to believe it.

marrying Yinchen shows that she has long become an outcast.

......

"Mingquan, what the hell is going on? Why are we suddenly teleported to different places? And it seems like a long time has passed?" Yinchen and Mingquan walked side by side, Xiaohong followed timidly, around the three of them, there were only endless woods and silence that enveloped everything, the light was getting darker and darker, Mingquan reached out and touched the fire fold, and at this time Yinchen just opened his mouth to ask.

"The slave family doesn't know what's going on, it seems that the secret realm of the East China Sea has been opened in advance. Mingquan took out the torch and lit the torch for lighting, and a not-so-bright orange-yellow light illuminated the distance around them almost clearly-the torch Mingquan used seemed to have some ingredients added to it, and there was a slight wind in the flame, which expanded the lighting range of the torch a lot.

"Are you saying that this is the secret realm of the East China Sea?" Yinchen frowned slightly: "It's not like ah......"

"What does the young master think is not like it?" Mingquan said in surprise: "Can the young master even feel whether he is in the secret realm?"

"Probably, the feeling here is the same as the feeling of just landing on Xuanluo Island......" Yinchen said in a vague voice, as if he didn't want to talk about it, in fact, with his intuition, he could know that this was definitely not the secret realm of the East China Sea.

The sense of danger is too light.

"Ah, the slave family really doesn't know what's going on, the slave family and the people of the Golden Knife Gate only saw a blue light rise from the young master's feet, and then the young master disappeared, the slave family was about to mobilize the people around to find it, but a flood gushed up from outside the tent, washing away all of us, the flood seemed to carry all kinds of chaotic Gangfeng, although it is impossible to contain Gangfeng in the water, but the flood tide is like something with all kinds of Gangfeng, pushing the slave family left and right to get here, it took the slave family nearly an afternoon to barely find the people of the Demon Gate。 ”

"In other words, you knew when those Demon Gate guys attacked me?"

"How is it possible!Young Master!" Mingquan exclaimed extremely aggrievedly: "I also ran into a few people in silver robes, and was scolded by them before I began to order the people of the Demon Realm Gate to chase and kill, just half an hour ago, we still fought for the death of two disciples of the Demon Realm Gate to leave one of their men who entered the body of the nine-fold guy! Not to mention those unlucky disciples of the Demon Realm Gate, even if Xiaohong himself saw a silver-robed person with a heavy body walking over, he would think that those silver-robed people were looking for him, right?

Yinchen looked at Mingquan's flawless face, looked at her somewhat coquettish aggrieved expression, and almost believed her words, but in the end, he didn't express his belief or disbelief.

He just hung his head and walked on, without saying another word.

"Young master, you probably don't know yet, right? This time in the secret realm of the East China Sea, because of the participation of the imperial court and the princes and princes, no one in the rivers and lakes dares to swallow the treasure alone, and all the sects have found their own princes or princes as backers, and even your Golden Dao Sect has also found the true king. Demon Gate and the like, of course, you have to take refuge in the king, now that the king and the true king are united, and with the support of Niangniang's forces, they have become the most powerful group, young master, this time you don't have to do everything yourself, the trip to the secret realm, the right to play well......" Aunt Mingquan hurriedly caught up, and told him very flatteringly about what might happen in the afternoon from the sudden opening of the secret realm to the end of the day. Yinchen didn't speak all the time, and he didn't give Mingquan any unhappy look, as if a silent noble son and a skillful maid were traveling together.

They walked in the neat and straight "forest" that they could barely forget, from the time it was just dark to almost the middle of the night, Mingquan talked for a long time, and his mouth was dry, and finally stopped, but he didn't seem to be very reconciled, and after a while, Mingquan suddenly asked faintly: "Young master, don't you plan to tell the slave family, what were you doing that afternoon? In distress, or if you get the opportunity, you should always reveal a little bit to the slave family, right?" Anyway, the slave family also worried about the young master for an afternoon!"

Her words were full of resentment and sadness, as if some kind of witchcraft that had infected the will, Yinchen didn't know how many men's hearts had been captured by her direct charm or charm ability, at least Lei Qianqi and Fang Tianhang were both on the way, thinking that those two men might be the first to take the lead, and they had some kind of unclear relationship with this woman, and even ...... Yinchen felt a wave of dizziness and nausea, but in the same way, there was also a dark and evil desire in his heart, this desire was not the desire to include Mingquan in the room, not the desire to see her beautiful body, but the desire to see the desperate and frightened expression of this girl who had been acting all her life and had almost no real emotions, when facing death or the horror of transcending death.

Yinchen didn't know why he had murderous intentions for such a water-based poplar woman. He himself doesn't understand why he has such a spiritual cleanliness, he is the same as his Lin Xuanchen, he always has a pure attitude towards the relationship between men and women, and will never allow that relationship to be stained by anyone in any way.

Mingquan is his stain, that holy decree has made the relationship between Yinchen and Mingquan clear, unless Mingquan dies, his wife can't be just Lin Xuanchen.

At this time, Yinchen realized that he didn't actually have the protagonist gene to open a harem, and he was always a normal man who longed for normal love and normal family life.

Therefore, when he heard Mingquan's words with infinite seductive power, he was not deluded, but a pity was born in his heart, a pity for the dying man.

"Have you ever heard of Chiyou?" Silver Dust suddenly became gentle, at least his words became very gentle. Mingquan heard his voice change, and a wave of victory secretly rose in his heart. Mingquan knows that her appearance is not beautiful in the ordinary sense It is not an exaggeration to say that she is a shy flower, her charm is almost stronger than half of the Interpretation Sect combined, just a little trick can capture any man under the skirt, Fang Tianhang is like this, and so is Yinchen, as for Lei Qianqi, how can that kind of fool be regarded as a record?

"Nope. The slave family has never heard of any Chiyou. Mingquan forcibly suppressed the joy in his heart, pretended to have a confused expression, and said, "Young Master can't be made up casually, right?"

"I have obtained the inheritance of Chiyou, and the person who passed it on to me calls himself Chiyou, as for whether he is made up I don't know, I didn't make it up first. Yinchen patiently joked with her, but he didn't know that such a gentle and joking tone unconsciously poked a hole in Mingquan's spiritual defense.

"Young Master!" Mingquan's body trembled, and even the torch in his hand shook for a while. For a moment, she felt a faint clicking sound in her heart, as if a crack had opened a crack in the solid wall built by "The Ruthless Avenue".

Her heart moved.

Her nature has shifted.

Yinchen listened to Mingquan's call and didn't respond. He had long known that the decree was actually forcing the two of them to play with fire together. Between men and women, even if it is a superficial goodwill, it is possible that the other party will be mistaken and misunderstood, and it will be regarded as some kind of indescribable sweet hint, and the name of husband and wife, even if it is just a name, will melt the spiritual defense between young men and women, and regard the illusory non-existent goodwill as the truth of the future vow for life.