Sang Luocai didn't care what Chu Yanshu said, he looked for his own way forward, and the broken book didn't say anything about what was going on.

Just said that Long Aotian and Liu Zhining finished rolling the sheets, and the door of the secret room opened.

Do we have to wait a while?

Just thinking about it, Sang Luo's fingers suddenly concave when he pressed the place.

Then, she smelled a fragrant smell.

It was her favorite soapy perfume before, light and light, and it smelled so good, she couldn't hold back for a while, and subconsciously took another sip, and then, she felt a little dizzy.

Hmm, it looks like I've been tricked.

Meow, the system saves me!

Chu Yanshu was originally sitting in the corner, playing with the red gold python in his sleeve as a rope, waiting for Sang Luo to retreat.

But after a while, his senior sister and fiancée of the King of Juanwang spun around in place twice in a daze, and then looked in his direction, her expression was misty, and there was a little obscenity.

Chu Yanshu chuckled in his heart, and when he turned his head, he wanted to run.

But he wasn't as fast as Sangluo.

The girl stepped in the Moonshadow and in the blink of an eye she blocked in front of him, grabbed his wrist, and pushed him against the wall.

The uneven stone wall behind him hurt his back, and Chu Yanshu frowned.

But the next moment, Sang Luo stood on tiptoe, hooked his chin lightly, and his eyes were foggy,

"Yo, where did this little brother come from, he was born so good-looking, give my sister a fragrant one."

Chu Yanshu turned his head and hid back, grinning and struggling,

"Sangluo, be sober!"

This dead woman is not reliable at all.

This is who will lead who to experience!

Sang Luo has nothing to do with being sober at the moment, smiling like a flower,

"Hurry, life is in the world, be happy in time, you will obey me!"

After saying this, Sang Luo grabbed him by the collar and kissed him directly.

Fun... A head!

Before Chu Yanshu could struggle, the corners of his lips felt a touch of softness, followed by a rough kiss from a girl.

In the cultivation realm, the physical disparity between men and women does not exist at all, especially when Sang Luo's cultivation is higher than Chu Yanshu, I don't know how many levels, this is directly crushing.

The young man's ears were completely red, like a woman from a good family who had been violated.

It was the first time that His Demon God Palace, who had run rampant in the Fourteen Prefectures of Cangwu and let darkness descend on the entire cultivation realm, had encountered such a situation.

Sangluo!

Now, he really remembered her completely!

The girl has lost her mind and is trapped in a fantasy.

Chu Yanshu struggled back and forth, and Sang Luo chased after him.

The two of them went back and forth, and the movement was too great, and the quagmire above their heads suddenly collapsed, and the rolling stones fell, just grazing Sanglue's shoulder and falling down.

Two people were crushed under the mud and rocks.

Sang Luo was stunned, but fortunately, Chu Yanshu condensed a talisman in advance and blocked part of the mud and stones.

But he didn't last long.

The mud and rocks fell.

Half an hour later, Chu Yanshu crawled out of the mud pile with Sang Luo.

Sang Luo fell to the ground softly, his original light cyan skirt stained with mud, and his face was dirty.

Chu Yanshu was also a little embarrassed, looking at the girl lying on the ground, he wanted to go up and kick it.

But in the end, he stopped, just looked at the girl in front of him, and fell into deep thought.

What she had just inhaled was the aroma of the black spirit vine, which made people lose themselves because of their desires.

Does she have a lust for him?

Chu Yanshu didn't understand it a little, and even began to doubt it.

Su Changluo said that she forced him to cultivate because she was afraid that his cultivation would be too poor and he would die too early.

Afraid of widowhood before you want to get married?

Really?