At the beginning, Lin Yuan found information about the dragon bone and the spirit cultivation pill in the Xianyun Sect, and guessed that Yang Rongrong and Shen Wenshu were likely to go to find the dragon bone.

Now on the Jiuzhou Continent, only the owner of Penglai Immortal Island has a keel.

Therefore, after Lin Yuan left the Immortal Cloud Sect, he went straight to Penglai Immortal Island.

He arrived at Penglai Xiandao in the evening.

At that time, Yang Rongrong and Shen Wenshu were still trapped in the illusion.

Lin Yuan used this free time to find the island owner, Liu Fuyun, and the two had a secret conversation that only they knew.

At this time, Shen Wenshu himself could not be guaranteed and had no time to take care of anything else, and no one present was Lin Yuan's opponent.

He took the Velvet away without much effort.

The black horses formed by nightmares stepped on the clouds, and behind them pulled a carriage carved from red jade, and two golden palace lamps hung in front of the carriage, and with the shaking of the body, the tassels falling under the palace lamps swayed gently, and the pale golden light it emitted enveloped the entire carriage in it, protecting the carriage from the cold wind.

The space in the carriage is huge, and there are tables, chairs, beds, and drawers.

Yang Rong Rong was lying on a low couch, covered with a soft silk quilt.

She was much more conscious now, but her injuries were not yet healed, and her body still had little strength.

Lin Yuan helped her up with one hand, and brought the tea cup to her lips with the other.

"This tea has medicine in it, and after drinking it, your injuries will be healed."

Yang Rongrong didn't struggle, the point is that she didn't have the ability to struggle even if she wanted to struggle.

After drinking the tea, she did feel that the injury was less painful and her body had regained her strength.

Lin Yuan was very satisfied with her well-behaved and obedient.

He took the opportunity to take Yang Rong Rong into his arms and hugged him: "It's so good." ”

Yang Rongrong took out the Wufu Sword directly from the Qiankun bag, and the blade of the sword rested on Lin Yuan's neck.

She looked at him expressionlessly and said coldly, "Stop the carriage, I'm leaving." ”

At this time, as long as she exerted a little force, the blade could cut through Lin Yuan's skin.

But Lin Yuan was not afraid at all.

He stretched out two slender fingers with distinct bones, gently clamped the blade of the sword, and said casually: "No, I finally found you, how can I let you leave again?" ”

Obviously, he didn't look like he was using any strength, but Yang Rongrong felt that the Wufu Sword was firmly suppressed by a powerful force, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't move the Wufu Sword.

She can't help it, this is the inevitable result of the disparity in strength.

This familiar feeling of powerlessness made Yang Rongrong feel irritable.

She frowned, "What the hell do you want?" ”

Lin Yuan hooked his lips and chuckled, his dark golden eyes looked extremely gentle: "I want to take you back to the Demon Realm, and then get married, and never be separated from each other." ”

"Marriage?" Yang Rongrong seemed to have heard some funny joke, and laughed unceremoniously.

"Huh! You are a Demon Venerable, what a noble status, how can you marry such a lowly slave as me? Don't you feel tarnished in your identity? ”

The smile on Lin Yuan's face remained unchanged, and he leaned forward to close the distance with her.

He looked into her eyes and said word by word.

"That servitude contract was just a little joke I played with you, how could I ever make you do what a slave does? Besides, that contract has long since expired, otherwise how can you leave me? Xiaoxiao, I don't mind if you betray me and have an affair with another man, and you forget what happened before, let's start over, okay? ”

This man's skin is very good, with both the heroism of a man and the softness of a woman.

When the long and narrow phoenix eyes look at each other, it will make people feel like they are being cared for in the palm of his hand, and they will indulge in it if they are not careful.

It's a pity that the yang velvet is an incomprehensible iron bump.

She spat out two words mercilessly: "Not good." ”

Lin Yuan sighed as if disappointed: "Can you not refuse so quickly?" ”

His almost coquettish tone made Yang Rongrong uncomfortable.

She frowned, "Can you stop being so disgusting?" ”

In the face of her undisguised disgust, the smile on Lin Yuan's face finally couldn't be hung up.

But he has always been a bad person, and the more the other party doesn't like him, the more he wants to get closer to the other party.

At this time, he directly pasted his face in front of Yang Rongrong, the tips of their noses against each other, and their lips were almost pasted.

He laughed vindictively: "It's okay, when you get used to it, you won't feel disgusting." ”

The unfamiliar breath went straight into the nose of the velvet.

She pushed the person out with all her might: "You're sick!" ”

"Yes, I'm terminally ill, and only you can heal me." Lin Yuan said.

Yang Rongrong tried his best but couldn't push the person away.

She knew that her force was not as good as the other party, and she would definitely suffer if she came hard.

So she switched to a different strategy.

Yang Rongrong withdrew the Wufu Sword, took the initiative to approach him, and called softly: "Linyuan." ”

A warm snort sprayed on his neck, making him tingle.

When they first met, she always called him Mozun, and later signed a slave contract, and she was forced to call him master.

It was the first time she had called his name directly.

And again in this gentle tone.

Lin Yuan felt his whole heart melt.

He had never felt his name so nice as he did now.

He is like a hairy boy who has just fallen in love, and his blood is boiling when he is teased by a word from his sweetheart, and he is embarrassed.

However, the next moment, he felt a pain in his neck.

Yang Rong Rong bit him on the neck.

She bit so hard that she wanted to tear off the whole piece of flesh.

The smell of blood spread in her mouth.

She could clearly feel the muscles of the man in front of her tense, as if he was trying to endure the pain.

But his cries of pain were never heard.

He wasn't even willing to let go and let people go.

The other party is still a demon venerable in the end, even if he doesn't resist, but the cultivation is there, and Yang Rongrong can't bite the wound much deeper even if he uses all his strength.

In the end, she just bit off a little bit of flesh.

Yang Rongrong spit out the blood foam in his mouth, and saw the wound on Lin Yuan's neck that was still oozing blood, and he still didn't understand his hatred.

She's still too weak.

The resistance of the weak is like a rabbit jumping on a tiger for the strong, no different from tickling.

This made her feel extremely aggrieved.

Lin Yuan stared at the bright red blood stains on her lips, and his eyes burned: "Do you want to take another bite?" I can take off my clothes and bite wherever I want. ”

Yang Rongrong spat out a word viciously.

"Get out!"

Lin Yuan laughed happily: "Haha! ”

Yang Rongrong was so angry that his lungs were about to explode: "Laughing fart!" ”

Lin Yuan reluctantly suppressed his laughter and coaxed like a child.

"I was wrong, I was wrong, I stopped laughing, don't be angry, baby."

Yang Rongrong couldn't stand it: "Don't call me baby, disgusting!" ”

"Okay, Bao'er, I'll listen to you."

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