In the ghost chamber, the two people who looked at each other had a cold war for a long, long time, but this time Yinyue did not bow his head, after all, he ignored the loss.

"Silver Moon! What the hell do you want! ”

Damn it! Xiahou Cheng's handsome face was distorted, and while cursing in his heart for not being calm, he looked at Yinyue who was leaning and reclining on the chair in a similar way.

"Not good! The bloodline of the Murong family, the deity must stay by his side. Yinyue opened her mouth as calmly as dust.

"Tell me what the hell you want to do!" Xiahou Cheng looked at Yinyue, whose face was full of calculations, full of disdain.

Hearing this, Yinyue adjusted her body slightly, and looked at it thoughtfully, Xiahou Cheng looked like she was willing to be how she was.

couldn't help but outline a trace of arc in his shallow lips: "Since you asked, the deity will say it directly, after all, this big ghost needs to be inherited, and since you don't want the deity to take back the bloodline of the Murong family, then you and Rin Yan must come to my side for him." ”

"......" Xiahou Cheng looked at Yinyue with such an expression, and looked at Yinyue without speaking.

"No promise?" Silver Moon asked rhetorically.

"Huh...... Is it okay not to say yes? Xiahou Cheng smiled, staring at the silver moon, in fact, his face was already very stinky.

"No, you can't." Yinyue's face was undoubted, and she got up leisurely, one hand lightly carrying her slender waist, and the other hand intentionally or unintentionally poked the hair that hung down to her chest.

Xiahou Cheng looked up at Yinyue standing tall on the top, his contrived posture, coupled with a simple purple shirt, bewitching but not charming and lifelike outlining his perfect body.

The demonic face is still so seductive, just like back then, just a look, he is willing to sink from now on.

"Do you want it?" I don't know when, Yinyue has come to Xiahou Cheng's side, with a light voice, skeletal fingers, and a frivolous posture that hooks Xiahou Cheng's sharpened jaw, forcing him to stare at himself.

The ambiguous aura approached Yinyue's face, which made Xiahou Cheng even more at a loss.

He's not struggling, he's not enjoying, he's reminiscing.

Remembering that Yinyue had just stared into his eyes, tasting the warm breath hitting his face, the look of concentration that seemed to linger in the couch, then made countless pictures flash through his mind.

Every time they were entangled with him, Yinyue would always look at him with a very serious look and kiss him, as if to tell him again that he cherished and loved him.

"Ahh hiss...... "Xiahou Cheng woke up from his memories because of the tearing pain between his lips.

Touching his bleeding lower lip and glaring at Yinyue, who had a reasonable expression on his face, Xiahou Cheng really didn't understand what kind of wind he was smoking: "Yinyue, are you sick?!" ”

Yinyue looked at Xiahou Cheng with an inexplicable face, and couldn't help but smile again on her cold face, leaning over, her pink and tender tongue gently licked Xiahou Cheng's lower lip, which was still bleeding.

At that moment, there was an ambiguity floating in the air that is difficult to describe in words.

"It's sweet...... It's the same as your taste......" Yinyue put the crimson blood in her mouth and tasted it extremely ambiguously, deliberately revealing her pink tongue halfway.

"It's time for me to go back!" Xiahou Cheng said that he turned around and was about to leave, because he was Yishi. Wolf, where can he withstand this kind of visual teasing, no, Yinyue just had a facial expression, and he swallowed saliva with a dry tongue.

"I want to run!" Yinyue's words fell, and in the big empty conference hall, only a 'plop' sound was heard.

Xiahou Cheng was so directly knocked to the ground by Yinyue and pressed under him.

"Silver Moon! I don't care about you! Xiahou Cheng's hands were clasped to the top of his head, and his right leg was resisted between his legs, so this action made him very uncomfortable.

"......" Yin Yue, who was lying above his body, looked at Xiahou Cheng, who was struggling hard, and did not say anything, he used his next actions to express everything.

Kiss.

It seems that Xiahou Cheng knew that this kiss would fall, and it seemed that he was secretly looking forward to his kiss in his heart.

Actually, he didn't understand what he was doing, obviously Xiahou Qingming promised to let go, obviously he loved the person in front of him very much, and obviously this man kept himself again and again......

Ay...... After all, feelings are the most complex and incomprehensible thing.

The four lips were separated from each other, and Yinyue deliberately bit Xiahou Cheng's lip, and said with a little complaint in her gentleness: "Be serious......"

"Oh......" Xiahou Cheng nodded obediently.

"Good ......" Yinyue was full of joy, and her handsome and extraordinary white face opened a bright smile.

What Yinyue didn't know was that at this time, he was like a child in front of Xiahou Cheng, a child who had been happy, he was so innocent and natural.

"Your smile is beautiful." Xiahou Cheng was also lost in his mind by this smile, so he said this to Yinyue, the big devil.

"Really? After that, I smiled at you every day. Silver Moon continued to bewitch someone with her innocent smile.

Someone, on the other hand, nodded stupidly and said, "Okay." ”

The bow kiss fell, this time it was not a one-sided kiss from the silver moon, but a kiss, the two sides hugged each other tightly, and their tongues were entangled.

However, this guy Murong Yisheng, who was pulled into the room by the palace minister, was smashing a stool and smashing the table in the room, and the problem was very clear, he didn't want to go to Wolf Feather Mountain.

"It's up to you here." The palace courtier Yu followed Murong Yisheng's side for two years, and in the past two years, he knew too well the temper of the person in front of him.

Murong Yisheng saw that the palace ministers ignored him and turned around and was about to go out, dropped the things he wanted to smash, hurriedly pulled his arm, and asked anxiously: "You also agree to send me to Wolf Feather Mountain?" ”

"Why don't you agree?" Tilting his body slightly, the palace courtier looked at Murong Yisheng, who was half a head shorter than him, his expression was very cold and there was no extra emotion.

"You!" Murong Yisheng, who was blocked by the palace minister's words, was speechless for a long time.

Shaking off Murong Yisheng's hand, the palace minister turned his back to him with his tall body, and said, "Rest!" Tomorrow awaits the Master's orders. ”

Because his hand was thrown off, coupled with the cold attitude of the palace ministers, Murong Yisheng's already unhappy heart was even more blocked: "The palace ministers' words!" Believe it or not, I'll let my brother kill you! ”

The palace courtier turned around and yelled, "Don't believe it! The tall black body exuded inexplicable anger.

Because of this roar, Murong Yisheng was stunned in place, his sluggish eyebrows and eyes all showed disbelief, the palace courtiers have been following him for the past two years, he has always been respectful, as long as he wants to do it, this person will definitely do it, even if it is up the sword mountain and the sea of fire, he will not frown.

"How dare you yell at me?"

"What? Surprised? Tell you Murong Yisheng, I am not a puppet, let alone a tool for you to do anything, taking care of you is subject to the arrangement of the sect leader, if I don't want to take care of you, the sect leader will not say anything! After the palace minister finished speaking, he didn't give him any chance to refute, and walked away with vigorous steps.

Murong Yisheng's delicate face was dazed, and there was a deep confusion embedded in his clear eyes, standing in place for a long, long time before he suddenly rushed out of the room.

Pushing open the wooden door of the hero's room, Murong Yisheng rushed into the room without saying a word.

In the wing, the palace minister Yu was wearing a white undershirt, holding the clothes to be worn in his hand, and he just glanced at Murong Yisheng's sudden intrusion, and did not squeak.

"Are you trying to deny it now?" Murong Yisheng originally had a delicate and elegant face, but because of the burning on his face, his whole person looked so unbearable.

After the palace courtier snorted, he continued to wear the clothes in his hand, and after everything was ready, he smiled disdainfully and asked, "Are you afraid?" ”

"Scared? What am I afraid of! ”

"Yes! Been by so many people! What are you afraid of! What's more, you're a father! Looking at the palace minister's expression and listening to his words, it was clear that he was insulting Murong Yisheng.

However, if you carefully taste this sentence and observe his expression carefully, you will find that there is a trace of vinegar spreading in both his expression and words.

"You bastard! Why didn't you say that when you got on me! A big slap fell on the calm side face of the palace minister with Murong Yisheng's full of anger.

The palace minister Yu Ni looked at Murong Yisheng, whose face was blue with anger, and spit out a mouthful of bloody saliva fiercely, and then raised his head and laughed, the laughter was infinitely elongated and infinitely poured out his grief.

"What are you laughing at!" As he spoke, another ruthless slap fell mercilessly on the side face of the palace minister.

The brown skin, ten interlaced finger marks, revealing redness and swelling, as if engraved on the side face of the courtier, but he didn't care about any of this.

"Laughing at what? Laugh at you! Don't you know? I don't care who you've loved, who you've been with, who you've ever been, waiting for you to fall in love with me. And now? Child! You even have children? I guess I was wrong about waiting! ”

The courtier's sometimes painful and sometimes desperate expressions made Murong Yisheng a little scared, it was fear from the heart.

In the past, no matter how much he hurt him, he would silently bear and wait, but now his outburst, the desperate expression he mentioned when he mentioned the child, let him know the seriousness of the matter.

"Forgive me." A thousand words, but only these three words were spoken.

"I'm tired." Infinite anger finally turned to despair.

"You've survived two years of palace ministers, is it because this kid let me go?"

The palace minister looked at Murong Yisheng who suddenly calmed down in disappointment, he shook his head, but his heart was secretly dripping blood, because the person in front of him never knew what love was: "Hehe...... I can forget all your past and all that you have in the past two years, but a living child walking in front of me is like a wound that will not be healed, and it hurts forever. ”

Silence, in the room, for a moment there was only silence, no one knew what they were thinking.

In the end, Murong Yisheng turned his back to the palace ministers and said, "Tomorrow, I will take a carriage to Wolf Feather Mountain by myself, without your company", and then left without any nostalgia.