Gu Ji swept directly into the capital from above, and because they flew so high, almost no one noticed them.

When he arrived at a place where there were almost no houses, only a very large house surrounded by bamboo forests, Gu Ji flew down in a circle.

Lin Yi and Zhao Wuyong were already waiting outside the door, looking up at the red as it grew bigger and bigger.

When the painting Yuqiong landed, the two immediately stepped forward and saluted, and were about to call "Lord", but they were slightly stunned after seeing the black robe with a ghost face.

"Ghost Master?"

Hua Yuqiong hooked her lips and smiled, took off her hood and mask, and revealed that smiling face with a bit of banter.

Lin Yi and Zhao Wuyong were stunned, "Lord, Lord? ”

What's going on?

They thought it was the rumored ghost master who was here.

Two cold rays burst out of the eyes of the sacrificial night, sweeping straight towards the two of them.

"I forgot to tell you that I also have an identity as a ghost, and this is known only to him and you except for Yan Xi and Lan Shao."

Hua Yuqiong said, glancing at the night sacrifice beside her, and her eyes fell on the two who had not yet recovered from the shock.

"Is the room all packed?"

"Huh?" Lin Yi stumbled and said, "Okay, okay." ”

Hua Yuqiong smiled, "Then take us over, I'll leave him here to recuperate in the next few days." ”

"Huh? Ah, yes, yes. ”

Lin Yi stretched out his arm and stabbed Zhao Wuyong beside him, and Zhao Wuyong came back to his senses suddenly.

"My lord goes up to the room, you go and say to Yan Xi, 'The lord has arrived'."

"Oh, okay, I'll go now." Zhao Wuyong nodded in response, and his feet were already running in.

Lin Yi calmed down his excitement and hurriedly made a "please" gesture to Hua Yuqiong.

"Please come down with your subordinates."

Hua Yuqiong grabbed the night of the sacrifice and followed.

"Brother, I don't want to recuperate here, I want to play with my brother." Sai Ye looked at the person beside him and said with a little grievance.

When Lin Yan in front heard this, the corners of his mouth twitched.

Although the man in the dark robe was wearing a cloak, he could still vaguely see that his upper body was wrapped with muslin, and he thought that he was the wounded brought back by the Lord.

But just by looking at his appearance, you can see that he is older than the Lord, why does this seem to be a different person as soon as he says this?

Could it be that it was stimulated and hurt the brain?

Oh, it's thanks to him that he met the Lord, otherwise...... Tsk, maybe I'll be caught and sold by someone who covets beauty.

Hiss, words...... Doesn't the Lord just like it......

Phew, what are you thinking? Even if the Lord is that kind of person, what can one of his subordinates do but approve?

Hua Yuqiong coaxed patiently: "My brother will take you out to play, but you must heal the wound first every night, otherwise the wound will deteriorate when it encounters the cold wind." ”

The tip of the tongue lightly touched his teeth, and he looked at the painting Yuqiong with an inevitable smile in his eyes.

"Well, whatever I want, my brother will give it to me."

Hua Yuqiong's mind was full of how to let the sacrifice night obediently recuperate here, and Gen didn't hear what he said, so he nodded straight and said, "Well, my brother promises you." ”

The thin lips of the festival night were slightly hooked, and he looked around happily.

It looks like an unknown private house in the painting of Yu Qiong. So, he brought him here to cultivate, does it mean that Yin He trusts him very much?

Thinking of this, the curvature of the corners of the lips of the night festival became larger and larger.