Zhou Meng was taken to the Sand Sea by the Lord of Roses.

Along the way, in the float of the rose lord, Zhou Meng was silent.

The Rose Lord only closed his eyes and recuperated, and did not ask Zhou Meng to do anything.

After passing through the barren Gobi Desert and entering the Rose Tribe, it gradually became lively.

When Zhou Meng heard movement outside, he would lie down by the window of the float and look at the scene of Meizu.

The air was dark, but the bustle of the market was not very different from that of the inland market.

People come and go, bustling.

The Rose Lord suddenly asked, "Little Taoist, you are excellent in martial arts and handsome, and many little girls will fall in love with you."

Zhou Meng cleared his throat, "Hey, yes."

"Then, you're just young now, what? Isn't there a single one who catches your eye?"

Zhou Meng shook his head, "I'm dedicated to the Dao, concentrating on cultivation, and I don't want to have any children's affection."

"It turned out to be a little thing that didn't understand the amorous feelings." The Rose Lord paused and asked, "By the way, I don't know your name yet."

"Lord Rose, are you familiar with the Immortal Family?"

"What are you asking for?"

"If you're familiar with the Immortal Family, you should know who I am."

The Rose Lord never opened his eyes, but the slow and precious deep breath conveyed clear disdain, "I don't have time to study the affairs of your immortal family. In our Meizu people, your immortal family's spells have no effect, familiar with what you do?"

"That's right."

"You haven't answered me yet, what's your name?"

"Zhuang Xiang." Zhou Meng blurted out.

"Well, that's familiar. In Lidu, it is common to hear their people discussing such names. Yes, I also brought back a good product."

Zhou Meng leaned over to the Rose Lord and gently asked on the Rose Lord's shoulder, "Rose Lord, am I now by your side, am I your slave?" However, I don't think you will send me any hard work, and I will be embarrassed if I eat and drink freely by your side."

"I heard them say that Zhuang Xiang is as cold as an iceberg and a person of few words, I think you are very lively."

Zhou Menghan laughed for a while, "That's all rumors. Those who think they are a little more powerful are not kind. Actually, I'm a hippie smiley. It's just that I don't want to deal with those vulgar powders, so it's up to them to say it, and it happens to be pure."

"So, I'm not a vulgar fan, am I?"

Zhou Meng immediately approached the Rose Lord, "How can the Rose Lord say that he is a vulgar fan. The Rose Lord is independent and unique, and she is a beauty that Xiaosheng has never seen before!"

The Rose Lord opened his eyes, held Zhou Meng's chin, and asked, "Then, which one can make you surrender more than me or your gods?"

Zhou Meng did not hesitate: "My cultivation is close to the tribulation, and I have also met the wonderful word god, and after meeting the Rose Lord......

Zhou Meng suddenly paused.

The Rose Lord was intrigued by Zhou Meng's pause.

"How?"

Zhou Meng just sighed.

Lord Rose asked, "Is it inconvenient to say?"

Zhou Meng tried his best to make himself look distressed: "I have believed in the gods all my life, but they are tasteless, and there are still people outside the frontier, who are more beautiful than the immortals."

The Rose Lord smiled disdainfully.

She was used to the flattery of others.

"I'm just talking about skin, though. Lord Rose, you are indeed more beautiful than the God of Wonderful Words, but I don't know if you are better than the God of Wonderful Words."

"Oh? How is the spirit of the wonderful word?"

Zhou dreamed and said, "Indifferent and cold, come and go freely. One look at it, and you won't have to worry about it for 100 days."

The Rose Lord frowned slightly, as if he wanted to compete with the Second Word God: "What about my bearing? What do you realize now?"

Zhou Meng touched his chin, and cautiously touched the beard that he had not taken care of for many years: "Lord Rose, you are bold and capable, and you will do what you say

, not angry and self-assured, he is a heroic person who dominates one side."

With that, Zhou Mengchang sighed.

"Why are you sighing again?"

Zhou Meng smiled with relief: "If it weren't for the gods, I and the Rose Lord might be able to be companions for a lifetime. It's a shame."

The Rose Lord smiled, "There are countless people who want to cling to me, you *** cultivator, what can you use to be my companion for a lifetime?"

Zhou Meng frowned at the kind of affection that wanted to welcome and refuse, "So, I just think about it, and I don't dare to ask the Rose Lord to fall in love. I can only imagine in my dreams that someone is talking to me about wine. Now I am in the hands of the Lord of the Roses, and let the Lord of the Roses command. If I die as a coolie in the future, I will not ask for anything but that the Lord of the Roses will silently recite my name in my heart when I am feathered."

The Rose Lord was amused by Zhou Meng, and after laughing twice, he closed his eyes again, "Don't worry, you won't die of hard labor, and you won't be treated as a good seed and die of exhaustion, you will become my good seed, a special good seed."

Zhou Meng asked, "The Lord of Roses is the Lord, and there must be many good seeds."

The Rose Lord smiled and said, "It's all useless, and so far, there is nothing left for me."

Zhou Meng listened, puzzled, and asked, "Lord Rose, what ......?"

Rose raised her hand, indicating that she didn't want to speak anymore, and Zhou Meng closed her mouth in amusement.

When he arrived at the Rose Palace, Zhou Meng was helped off the float by the servants who trotted over, the Rose Lord walked in front and Zhou Meng followed behind.

Looking ahead, there is a majestic fortress, and the walls of the fortress are clinging to roses.

This made Zhou Meng can't help but think of Zhuang Xiang.

During the eighth cycle of the first month of September, Zhou Meng peeked at Zhuang Xiang taking a bath, and the petals placed in the hot spring were rose petals.

Now, with the name of Zhuang Xiang, she came to the Rose Palace.

It's funny.

The Rose Lord turned his head and saw the corners of Zhou Meng's mouth rising slightly, and asked, "Aren't you afraid?"

"Lord Rose, what are you afraid of?"

Rose couldn't help but laugh and said, "If the seeds of the Rose Palace are caught, if they can't grow any fruit, they will be built into the walls of the Rose Palace." Chinese Net

Zhou Meng was stunned, "Life has an end, a body of dry bones, it is the same everywhere."

The Rose Lord clapped his hands and laughed, turned around and strode into the Rose Palace.

Walking into the Rose Palace, Zhou Meng felt as if he had entered hell in advance.

It was dark, damp, cold, and the sound of footsteps echoed repeatedly in the empty hall, causing Zhou Meng to tremble involuntarily.

A group of graceful girls stepped forward to help the Rose Lord take off his thick cloak, dust off the dust, and hang it on a bone shelf not far behind the door.

It was supposed to be the bones of some kind of ramblish beast, irregular, and with residual spiritual power. It may have been obtained from Meizu's trade with the inland.

Zhou Meng looked at the skeleton in a daze, and the Rose Lord asked, "What? Are you familiar with this bone?"

Zhou Meng asked, "We Meizu, do we have the habit of peeling the skin?"

Seeing Zhou Meng's "peeling" so relaxed, Rose felt funny, "Everyone avoids peeling, you're good, you seem to be looking forward to peeling."

Zhou Meng shook his head: "If you can not peel the skin, it's still good."

"What, scared?"

"No, if you peel the skin, you'll be ugly."

The Rose Lord couldn't cry or laugh, and turned his head and called out, "Little Peach, this is the new royal seed, take it to be washed."

A little girl, with her hands red fluttering, lowered her head and came to Zhou Meng's side, stretching out her inviting hand, "Please."

Zhou Meng walked in the direction of Xiao Tao's finger.

"Remember," the Rose Lord said suddenly.

Xiao Tao and Zhou Meng both stopped.

"Smoke it with a fragrant scent."

Zhou Meng saw that the eyes of the Rose Lord were full of color, and suddenly he felt that his innocence was not guaranteed, and only then did he feel afraid.

If it was discovered that she was a nun, would the Lord of the Rose slaughter herself?

Trembling, Zhou Meng followed Xiao Tao

In a long corridor of obscurity.

Sunlight shone in through the intricately carved cracks in the walls, and the dust floating in the air was painted by the light into parallel golden lines.

Zhou Meng's eyes flickered brightly and darkly, and the road under his feet was a little unclear.

"Little Sister Peach, I heard that the Lord of Roses said that he wanted to wash me clean, and after that, did he want to ...... with me?"

Xiao Tao blushed shyly, "After bathing, you will sleep with the Rose Lord and leave seeds for the Rose Lord."

Zhou Meng then asked, "Sister Peach, this rose lord is the lord of the tribe, didn't he choose a bell before? No, a son and a daughter or something?"

Xiao Tao didn't speak.

Zhou Meng approached Xiao Tao, "I love to want Xiao Tao's sister, just tell me, you are the first person I know here, I see that you are very close to each other, and I regard you as a good sister."

Xiao Tao then snorted, "The Rose Lord has had a lot of good seeds before, but none of them have been able to live up to the Rose Lord's wishes. For more than a year, the Lord of the Roses has not looked for any more good seeds."

"No, Sister Peach, in our Meizu, how can we know if the seed is successful or not."

Xiao Tao's face turned even redder: "We Meizu, after the night, we will know if there is one the next day."

"So fast!" Zhou Meng sighed.

"I heard the Lord of the Roses say that those who fail to keep seeds are built into the wall, is it really fake?"

Little Peach nodded.

Zhou Meng gasped.

Xiao Tao took Zhou Meng into a dimly lit room with a black bath inside.

Xiao Tao added water to it, lit a stick of incense, and went outside the house to wait.

Zhou Meng smelled the smell of this spice and felt that something was wrong.

Isn't that the smell of intoxicating incense?

The Rose Lord actually used this thing to pinch her!

In the middle of the night, Zhou Meng staggered out of the bathroom, his doubles were red, and after seeing Xiao Tao, he swallowed his saliva, and then he was about to pounce.

However, Xiao Tao had already taken precautions, waved his hand, and a few strong men came from behind, set up Zhou Meng, and sent him to the bedroom of the Rose Lord.

As soon as he entered, Zhou Meng threw himself into the arms of the Rose Lord, and sniffed along the bridge of the Rose Lord's nose.

The Lord of the Roses seemed to be very happy, and whispered, "You are different, and you roar with a strong blood?"

Zhou Meng was quiet and did not speak, hugged the waist of the Rose Lord, and gently swiped a hand in front of the Rose Lord's eyes, bringing a black silk cloth to the Rose Lord.

Then, Zhou Meng's hand went downwards and downwards......

Finally, the Lord of Roses was overthrown.

Zhou Meng carried the rose master to the bed, straightened it, and then sat on the edge of the bed and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank you! You're really awesome this time."

Mo Long: "The drunken incense condenses and shrinks, and it still has a *** effect. What now? She's already asleep, what are we going to do?"

Zhou Meng: "Of course it's running!"

Zhou Meng lifted his clothes and stumbled to the door.

After thinking about it, he ran to the window again.

When the person reached the window, he suddenly felt that someone was pulling him behind him.

Turning to look, he suddenly found that a pink beam of light emanated from the Rose Lord's body, which was restraining Zhou Meng.

"What is this?"

Mo Long: "Not good. This red light is not simple, absorbing your soul! Demon God, Demon God is being sucked!"