Looking at the perfect and delicate side face of the sacrificial night as if it had been carefully carved, he said indifferently and solemnly: "Holy Venerable, to sum up, your subordinates think that you are happy with that person. ”

"Bang!"

The tea table was split to pieces in an instant.

Sai Ye's brows furrowed slightly, and he said in a calm voice: "What did you say?" ”

Yan was silent for a moment, and then said slowly: "The subordinate said that you may have a ...... for that person."

"Impossible!" The night of the sacrifice interrupted the words of the martyr, and said coldly: "How can the deity like a man? ”

How could he be as good as Long Yang?!

That's impossible!

Totally impossible!

"Man?" Yan was slightly stunned.

The calamities and calamities in the shadows have been supported one after another.

Why did they forget to explain a few key points?

He also followed the sacrifice night for tens of thousands of years, and reacted quickly.

"To like is to like, this emotion does not distinguish between men and women, the Lord only needs to follow his own heart, and he does not have to care about other people's opinions."

"When has the deity ever cared about other people's opinions?" The night of the festival is not angry.

He, the Demon Realm Saint, cares about the opinions of those little minions?

Joke!

"Then the Holy Venerable will follow his heart and like that one."

"When did the deity say he liked him?" The night of the festival is not angry.

Silence.

Tens of thousands of years have passed, and the Holy Venerable is still like this.

The night of the festival is now only very annoying, extremely annoying.

Is he a broken sleeve?

Is he as good as Longyang?

Does he like to draw Yu Qiong?

No, it can't be!

Yan looked at the night of the sacrifice with unwavering eyes, but was silent and no longer spoken.

He knew that this kind of thing was still very unacceptable, especially for the Holy Venerable, who was emotionally blank, and it was good that he hadn't collapsed.

"Go down and let the deity be quiet."

Sai Ye closed his eyes irritably, rubbed his eyebrows, and said in a deep voice.

"Yes."

There was a sound of death, and the figure disappeared.

After a moment of silence, he got up and walked to the bed, and fell straight down on the bed.

The cool rain outside with bursts of coolness seeped in from the window, and lying in the soft thin quilt added a touch of warmth.

Suddenly, there was a "whoosh" sound outside the window for a moment.

"Boom!"

Immediately, a burst of thunder followed the lightning.

Matsuriya's slightly closed eyes suddenly opened, and her purple eyes that were as attractive as gems looked out the window, frowning.

It's a thunderstorm!

Calamity appeared from the shadows and said, "Holy Venerable, do you need your subordinates to summon the nightmare?" ”

Saiya kept a calm face, buried the shocked face in the quilt, and a muffled voice came out.

"No, you don't!"

It's a thunderstorm, and it's going to rain overnight, so it's not a big deal.

The disaster looked at the night of the festival worriedly, his lips slightly opened, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything, sighed helplessly, and retreated.

"Boom!"

"Wow!"

"Boom!"

"Wow!"

Hua Yuqiong listened to the louder and louder rolling thunder outside, and subconsciously looked at Hua Qi.

Hua Qi seemed to be disturbed by thunder, and his good-looking eyebrows wrinkled slightly.

Seeing this, Hua Yuqiong concluded a mudra and laid a soundproof barrier. But the cultivators' ear power is very good, and although the enchantment can block the sound of talking, it still can't stop the roar of the rolling earth.

Hua Yu Qiong thought for a while, her hands quickly changed, forming a complex handprint, and then her white hands flipped over, adding a complex barrier to the original soundproof barrier.