Perverted, Aunt Yun, Master is perverted here.

The hope of the Hades Demon Gate, the chief disciple of Cheng Miaoyan, the first person in the Kyushu Anti-Bone Realm, felt uncomfortable from the bottom of his heart for the first time since he was born, and felt a strong fear.

I thought that I could escape the catastrophe by accidentally discovering the dark room, but who knew that it would become like this again.

What kind of sin did she create, she finally went out for a trip, and it was just so easy to be discovered, and she actually met such a perverted person, and sure enough, only home is the safest in this world.

There is a crisis hidden everywhere outside, and the self-home guard urgently needs to return to the warm harbor.

Without hesitation, Dongfang Huixin kicked hard, turned around and ran away.

"Girl, I'm leaving, it's a little inappropriate, right, Dongfang Huixin, the deputy sect leader of the Demon Alliance."

"You, how could you ......"

Dongfang Huixin looked surprised.

She hasn't shown her face on the rivers and lakes for more than ten years, and the little white face in front of her looks like she is only in her twenties, how can he know me?

Could it be that after so many years, this deputy sect leader is still so famous?

"It doesn't matter why he knows, catch it first."

Although it may be true that her kung fu is not as good as before because of the waste over the years, she is still confident that she can catch a little white face who even dares to eat her tofu.

However, at the same time when she wanted to do it.

"Where the hell did the assassin go?"

"Now the main hall is left without searching, it can't be there."

"Come on a couple of people and come in with me."

The sound of intricate footsteps, several bald donkey figures are approaching.

"You wait for me, I'll be back."

Staying in the green mountains is not afraid of no firewood, Dongfang Huixin decisively chose to run away.

"Squatting at home."

Dongfang Huixin: ?!

The action of retracting his leg stopped, Dongfang Huixin's whole person froze instantly, and the expression on his face became very exciting.

Her thin lips opened slightly, her pupils shrank suddenly, and she was just about to say something under a look of consternation.

Yeyu let go of his hand and gently pushed, Dongfang Huixin's body immediately lost its balance and fell back to where it was before.

"If you don't want to be caught, just stay inside honestly and don't make a sound."

Leave this sentence and the darkroom closes quickly.

Yeyu raised his hand and faced the position thousands of meters away from the air, which was an empty palm, and then without hesitation, he also slapped his left shoulder, and with a scream, he fell to the ground.

Hearing this voice, the monks who were rushing to speed up their pace.

Within seconds, the door was pushed open, and a middle-aged monk in a robe led his disciples to rush in.

Seeing the scene of the disciples in the main hall falling to the ground one by one, the shock on Cang Jin's face was visible to the naked eye, until his gaze fell on Yeyu, who fell to the ground and looked 'weak'.

The middle-aged monk ordered his disciples to check on the condition of the unconscious disciple, and he himself came over to help Yeyu up from the ground, confirmed Yeyu's injury, and fed a healing pill into his mouth.

"What's going on here, donor." The middle-aged monk asked.

Yeyu's face was pale and panting, and he raised his arm with difficulty, pointed to the window that was bombed thousands of kilometers away, and said:

"Thorn, the assassin wounded me and fled from there."

The middle-aged monk looked over, looked at the window that had obviously just been destroyed, and then turned to look at Yeyu, who was haggard and sweaty on his forehead, and paused, and said:

"Thank you for the donor's help, here will be handed over to the poor monk, the donor will go back to heal first, you two quickly help the donor to go back to rest."

"Then please leave it to the master."

Yeyu politely thanked him, and with the support of the two monk disciples, he returned to his previous room.

After bidding farewell to the two monks, he sat cross-legged and exercised pranayama.

In order to avoid revealing flaws, he really took a solid slap.

I hope that this No. 1 Anti-Bone Vice-Sect Master in Kyushu can understand my threat and stay there obediently.

During the next period of time, the Eagle Temple was very busy, during which the previous middle-aged monk, Master Zhiming, also came to greet him once, and asked him some details, Yeyu told him truthfully, of course, everything was made up by him.

The unrest outside lasted until the second half of the night, when it stopped.

......

The night is charming, and even if it is night, the Vulture Temple gives people a solemn and majestic atmosphere.

"Almost."

The healing was almost there, and there were no guards outside the door, so Yeyu packed the two steamed buns and carried them into his arms.

The steamed bun was brought to him by the monk a few hours ago, although the taste was not bad, but there was no oil and water, and there was always a little less charm.

Yeyu hid his breath, jumped over the window and roof, and came to the main hall with a familiar car.

There are many monks guarding inside and outside the main hall, and they still use soft rice to stun incense to put people down.

After confirming that it was correct, he came to the Buddha statue again.

As soon as he touched the door of the dark room, the apprehension on his face disappeared, and the corners of his mouth hooked up with a smile.

He understood that his steamed buns were right.

The door to the dark room was opened, and at the same time, the familiar plump long legs flew over.

Slowing down, speeding up, grabbing, all in one go, the great deputy sect leader was pinched by Yeyu again.

"What the hell have you done to me, you disciple?!"

The squeak of Dongfang Huixin's silver tooth grinding.

The same move is useless against the Vice-Master.

She was extremely sure that the little white face in front of her had done something to herself, which made her move slower.

Yeyu shrugged his shoulders, hooked the corners of his mouth, and said with a wicked smile:

"Is there a possibility that you haven't practiced for too long and become too weak."

Dongfang Huixin: ?!

"Why are you even doing this?"

Before she could say the word 'know', her little mouth was covered by Ye Yu, and the man's magnetic voice echoed in her ears.

"The monks are just asleep outside, so if you're not afraid, speak loudly."

"Goo~."

Dongfang Huixin let out a low roar like a beast.

She wanted to roar, but in the face of reality, she could only choose to compromise.

"It's worthy of being the deputy sect leader of the Demon Gate, it's great to be able to understand things."

"Goo, let go of my feet....."

Dongfang Huixin gritted her teeth, and her voice jumped straight out from between her teeth, this was her last stubbornness as a deputy sect leader but a prisoner.

Considering that there was still cooperation to talk about later, Yeyu let go of his hand.

Dongfang Huixin immediately retreated, pulling a certain distance from Yeyu, and kept moving his feet back, for fear of being caught again.

Yeyu didn't care, and threw away the two steamed buns that had been packed before.

"What do you mean?" Holding two steamed buns with a little steam, Dongfang Hui stared at him vigilantly.

"Aren't you hungry for dinner?" Yeyu's tone was a matter of course.

Dongfang Huixin touched her flat little belly, saying this, she really hadn't eaten for almost a day, and she was indeed a little hungry.

But is this really edible?

He couldn't have put something in there that shouldn't have been put in it, right?

Wait until you put me down like those monks, and then do something to me......

As soon as she thought of that picture, Dongfang Huixin felt a little ...... Stimulate.