Mu Tian put all his hopes for rescuing Dongfang Han on Situ Xiong. He thought that Situ might be able to rescue Fang Han if he made a move, but now listening to Dongfang Han's tone, it seemed that Situ Xiong Clam had studied that enchantment, and it was not certain that there was a way.

In this regard, Dongfang Han has no bottom in his heart, this is his last hope. At the beginning, it was Situ Xiong who said that he had been paying attention to this enchantment for many years, and that there might be treasures on the other side of this enchantment that the Rib Realm Spirit Lord would go one step further and reach another level, so Dongfang Han ventured in.

If even Situ Xiong has no way, then there is only one way to go, and that is to be trapped in the enchantment.

Thinking of the ending of his tragic death in the enchantment, Dongfang Han couldn't help but shudder, and then sighed lightly. Greed is really harmful.

Feeling the depression in Dongfang Han's heart, Mu Tian secretly swore in his heart that even if Situ Xiong had no choice, he would try his best to save Dongfang Han from the enchantment.

Dongfang Han, who was hiding in Mu Tianzhi's sea, could of course know what Mu Tian was thinking, his slightly frowning brows relaxed, and a smile of relief appeared on his face

Dongfang Han has seen through many things until now. Although he didn't want to die in the enchantment, he knew that he couldn't come back, so he wouldn't be too entangled. Having such a disciple now can be regarded as God's retribution for himself.

The smile on his face was even worse when he thought that his disciple had been brought over from another world by himself and had become a White Light Sage who had saved the Realm Spirit Temple.

At this time, Dongfang Han was even thinking that it didn't seem to be a bad thing for him to be trapped in the enchantment, at least he had brought Mu Tian here from the earth by accident. If the stubborn ICBM was trapped in the enchantment, then Mu Tian would not have appeared in the Realm Spirit Continent, and then the Realm Spirit Temple would not have seen any hope until now.

The more I thought about it, the more I looked at it, and Dongfang Han's depression just now was swept away. He felt that even if he really died in the enchantment, it would be worth it to be able to find a White Light Sage for the Realm Spirit Temple.

At this time, in a large mansion in the star-mark space, an old man was lying on a bamboo chair, drinking tea while enjoying the beautiful scenery around him.

He is now in his own back garden, and the flowers in the flowers are in good bloom, and the flowers of all colors are swaying in the wind, exuding bursts of floral fragrance.

Snorting, the old man's face showed a hint of comfort, squinting his eyes slightly, enjoying quietly.

Suddenly, the old man who was in the midst of the flowers shivered without warning, and a chill rose from the bottom of his heart.

"The wind is blowing?"

He rolled over and sat up and looked around.

The flowers in the garden, motionless, apparently did not pick up the wind.

He looked up at the sky. There is no darkness in the sky, and the scorching sun is selflessly radiating heat.

His brows furrowed slightly, and he was puzzled. Although the weather in March and April sometimes has a cold spring, it seems that it is not a cold spring just now, but a chill in my heart.

"Master Situ, what's wrong with you?"

A woman dressed in red, resembling a cheongsam, walked over.

This woman walks like a willow in the wind, shaking three times in one step. Because the hem is slit to the base of her thighs, when she moves, a snow-white thigh is exposed, shining brightly in the sunlight.

If you look at it, you will see her round buttocks, swaying left and right as she walks, and a charm emanates out of nothingness, which makes people have a primitive impulse.

Looking up again, passing through the small waist that was not grasped, you could see his pair of breasts, trying to tear his clothes.

Perhaps it was because the clothes were overwhelmed, and he made some concessions, so that most of his pair of big snowballs were exposed, and the two snow-white balls opened into a deep groove under the constraints of the clothes, and together with the white flowers on his chest, nine of the ten men swallowed.

"Little Red!"

Seeing the beautiful woman who walked out of the flowers, Situ Xiong couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva, and suddenly felt that the flowers in the courtyard were discolored, and there was only Xiaohong in his eyes.

After taking a few quick steps, Situ Xiong took a few steps forward, grabbed Xiaohong's little hand like white jade, and rubbed it involuntarily.

This Xiaohong, Situ Xiong met and met by chance. Of course, now Situ Xiong doesn't think it was a chance encounter. Because after he let his friend Dongfang Han enter the enchantment, he never let him touch Xiaohong, but he took the initiative to sacrifice his body. At that time, he was shocked by this sudden good thing, and he didn't feel anything wrong. Later, as Xiao Jing bought him a mansion in the Dividing Star Scar Space, and Dongfang Han never returned, he slowly tasted it from it.

He also thought about asking Xiaohong for clarification, but Xiaohong's charming smile made him fascinated, and he couldn't help but get lost under Xiaohong's red dress.

As time passed, he knew that his friend Dongfang Han might not be able to come back, and he was also remorseful in his heart, and his emotions were a little dripping. But under Xiaohong's charm, he still threw the guilt of Dongfang Han out of the cloud and enjoyed Xiaohong with peace of mind.

But the good times didn't last long, when Dongfang Han was completely erased in his mind, Xiaohong suddenly left, although with his worth at that time, there were few women in the Star Scar Space who were not at his mercy, but he couldn't be interested in other women.

Fortunately, the Little Red Club often appeared, giving him a chance to release his passion.

With the passage of time, he grew old, and the parts of his body degenerated, and there was no need for that. However, half a year ago, Xiaohong suddenly lived in his house again for some reason, and brought a magic pill, every time he eats one, he can shake his majesty again, but you will lose his armor and beg for mercy, it seems that he is much braver than he was back then.

Watching Xiaohong walk lightly, Situ Xiong's mind faintly appeared the image of Xiaohong lying under him, the white and tender skin, together with the two big snowballs on his chest, fluctuated up and down with his movements, swinging seductive waves.

Thinking of this, his ears seemed to sound the gentle moaning again.

Si Shengtu played with Xiaohong's little hand, and he had long forgotten the chill in his heart just now.

Smelling the fragrance emanating from Xiaohong's body, Situ Xiong showed a smile on his face, his left hand was swiping the spirit ring in his right hand, and a small brocade box appeared in his hand.

With the opening of the small brocade box, the general medicinal fragrance came to the nose, a reddish pill.

Seeing the pill, a flush appeared on Xiaohong's pretty face, and shyness appeared in her beautiful eyes.

"Huh!"

With a chuckle, Situ Xiong was about to put the pill in his mouth and kill it once in this flowery fragrance.

"Sir, someone is looking for you outside the door. "A house slave came up uncomfortably and said," he said, "Your old friend...... ”

"Smack!"

Before the house slave finished speaking, he was slapped in the face by the angry Situ Xiong, making a crisp sound. Five handprints suddenly appeared on the slave's face, swollen and tall.

"Useless things," Situ Xiong's good deeds were stopped by this slave, and he was furious, pointing to a good unlucky house slave and said: "I won't say I'm not there, get out!"

A trace of hesitation flashed in his eyes, and the house slave spread out the things in his hand, and a spirit ring appeared in front of Situ Xiong.

This house slave was under the master Sheng slave, instead of leaving in a hurry, but stretched out his hands in front of Situ Xiong without knowing whether he was alive or dead, is this looking for death?

Although this man is a house slave, he is not a fool, and it is impossible for him not to know how to advance and retreat. It's just that he accepted a hundred gold spirit coins from someone at the outer gate, which is a windfall for stubbornness, even if he takes another slap, it is worth it.

What's more, no one dares to hand over the valuable spiritual ring to him and give it to Situ Xiong as a token, judging from his experience of seeing more people, the person who came must be Situ Xiong's best friend, although he was beaten, but he made a friend of the master, and his future life will probably be a little better.

Sure enough, the empty slave guessed well, Situ Xiong saw that the house slave was still standing and did not leave, and with his right hand, he was ready to teach this house slave who did not know the times a hard lesson. However, when his gaze fell on the spirit ring in the hand of the house slave, the raised hand stopped in the air as if it had been suddenly defended.

"Purple Spirit Ring?!"

Situ Xiong muttered twice alone, and suddenly a fine light flashed in his eyes, and his tone was full of joy, and he asked, "Where is that person?" ”

When the house slave saw Situ Xiong's appearance, of course he knew that he had guessed correctly, and hurriedly walked out.

"Slow!" Before the house slave could run a few steps, Situ Xiong stretched out his hand to stop him: "I'd better pick it up myself." ”

"Who is this?" Xiao Hong's eyes flashed, drowning in her eyebrows, and she said casually, "I can make the master so anxious, even I don't care about it." ”

"You also know this person," Situ Xiong didn't reply, and said softly, "This Purple Wind Spirit Ring belongs to Dongfang Han, it seems that he came out alive." ”