Pan Lei's complexion turned gray in an instant. It poked there like half a piece of wood. "What's wrong with Young Master Bai Juan, taking the Holy Priest into the Wanyun Cave? Oh my God! Doesn't this make the Wanyun Holy Priest crazy?"

Lush ancient trees, surrounded by peaks, thousands of forms of roots and branches, electric and rolling, vigorous and grandiose. Hanyun Peak was still immersed in a milky white mist.

The antique inner hall of Hanyun Peak. Bai Juan changed into a white silk skirt, the neckline was not high or low, and the plump chest exposed snow-white skin, with a faint pink like a peach blossom. The original beautiful eyes, but with a bit of charm, with a bit of seductive style.

Bai Juan sat in front of the bed, leaning forward, with eyes that he didn't know when he had practiced, with charming, emitting hooking radio waves, tender like water, leaning like a hibiscus face, staring at the saint on the bed.

Zhang Jing stood aside and pouted, with a look of disdain. I scolded fiercely in my heart. "Stinky saint, sleep in the bed of the young master, tomorrow I will be tired."

Zhang Jing scolded and scolded, seeing the infatuated eyes of the young master Bai Juan, he couldn't help but feel a pain in his heart. I can't lock this Mo Ye (Fan Yan), who has nothing to do and run crazy, on the bed, and it is best to use the "King Kong Cover" to be trapped here forever.

In the past ten days, Zhang Jing has suffered with Bai Juan Young Master, since Mo Xie (Fan Yan) was captured by the mysterious sage in Xiaolan Mountain, Bai Juan has been looking for nearly half a month in Qilian Cave, Bi Family, and Yusheng Mountain. From the city to the town, from the mountains to the river, as long as Bai Juan thinks that it is possible to cultivate the holy place, he must break through and take a look.

Therefore, there was a lot of conflict with several great saints hidden in the mountains, if it weren't for the crystal card of the young master of Wanyun, maybe even Zhang Jing would have been arrested and taken as a cultivator.

After more than ten days of crazy searching, the envoy Rou Jia sent several holy envoys of the Qi Condensation Realm to welcome the young master Bai Juan back to Wanyun Cave. There was no way, the ceremony of choosing a son-in-law was getting closer and closer, and Bai Juan had no choice but to return to Wanyun under the protection of several Qi Condensation Realm holy envoys.

For this. Bai Juan cried for a whole day in Yancheng, Yusheng Mountain. Crying made Zhang Jing's heart break. Zhang Jing knew very well in her heart that Bai Juan had placed all her hopes for the son-in-law selection ceremony on Mo Ye. For hundreds of years, Mo Xie was the most reliable saint Bai Juan had ever met. Young Master Bai Juan said, "It is better to marry a young master you don't know than to marry a reliable holy friend."

"Young Master, Mo Shengyou just made the true qi faint, and he will wake up soon." Zhang Jing looked at the obsessed appearance of Young Master Bai Juan and said with a heartache.

"I know that Zhang Jing, open the mountain protection array. No one is allowed to enter Cold Cloud Peak without my permission." A strand of black hair fell on Mo Xie (Fan Yan), looking at Mo Ye's face softly.

Zhang Jing was shocked by Bai Juan's sudden words, as if she had received an electric shock, and was in a state of half-dementia and half-stupe.

stared at Bai Juan's back in a daze, and his heart went up and down. Zhang Jing thought to himself: "Is Young Master Bai Juan crazy? When he broke through the realm back then, he didn't open the mountain protection array in such a dangerous environment. Why do you want to open a big array for this holy priest today, oh my God! Is this the so-called love"?

Zhang Jingshi generally stood there, his delicate neck stretched long. With puzzled eyes, he looked at Young Master Bai Juan.

"Oh, you're back, and you've opened the Great Array of the Cold Cloud Palace." After a few puffs. Bai Juan raised his head again, his bright red lips rose slightly, and he said another word, without smothering Zhang Jing with a stick.

"Ah......h Zhang Jing was really speechless. "What's wrong with Young Master Bai Juan. Why are you so obsessed, oh my God!" Zhang Jing's head was soaked with fine sweat. I muttered in my heart. "It's over, it's over. The young master is hopeless."

"What are you doing in a daze? Why don't you go quickly" Bai Juan saw that Zhang Jing was still looking at him in a daze, and asked with a little resentment.

"Young Master, Mo Shengyou is only six layers of agility now, and he is not qualified to be selected. You're wasting your feelings like this." Zhang Jing said cautiously.

"Go ahead, bring the 'Shengzhen Grass'." Bai Juan smiled faintly.

"Shengzhen Grass, the main thing is to help Mo Shengyou advance, no. The young master is waiting for you to break through the Solid Root Realm, you can't use it for him." Zhang Jing's face immediately sank.

"You go and open the big array first, and then talk about this later." Bai Juan saw that Zhang Jing had no intention of moving, so he had to soften.

"Young Master, you can find Mo Shengyou, but the Ascension Grass and Advanced Powder just can't move." Zhang Jing was reluctant to walk out, and threw down a sentence fiercely.

Bai Juan smiled indifferently. "Okay, I know the way, go and open the big array, I'm afraid that Saint Mo will be arrested again."

Zhang Jing had no choice but to dodge out of the inner hall.

Fan Yan (Mo Xie) lay quietly in the warm and fragrant Juan quilt, forcibly suppressing his beating heart, if it weren't for the layer of Juan being blocked, Fan Yan was afraid that his heart would be beating non-stop and shattering his heart.

It was the first time for Fan Yan to be so close to Bai Juan. Close enough to feel Rulan's breath, gently pounced on his face. Close enough to hear Bai Juan's restless heartbeat.

Fan Yan was fascinated by his eyes, and with a thin and slight look, he stared at the people who had been thinking about him for thousands of years.

The white trickle in front of him, the fragrant silk, the smart eyes, the delicate cherry lips, and the delicate and delicate skin like warm jade, the soul pulling touched Fan Yan's eyes and intoxicated Fan Yan's heart.

Fan Yan had already understood the conversation between Zhang Jing and Bai Juan, closed his eyes lightly, and told himself again and again. "I am Mo Xie, I am Mo Xie".

"Zhang Jing, you look at Mo Shengyou. Xi'er and Feng'er went to prepare for the bath." Bai Juan glanced at Mo Ye on the bed, and a happy smile hung on his face.

"Young master, you are bathing here?" Zhang Jing's face tightened. Subconsciously stared at Mo Ye on the bed.

"What's wrong?" Bai Juan turned to look at Zhang Jing and just smiled.

"Crazy, the young master is really crazy." Zhang Jing thought secretly. I had to shake my head.

Tom tom, Fan Yan on the bed could no longer suppress the heart of surprise, the disobedient heart, let out several thunderous startles, and the jumping Fan Yan almost didn't jump up from the bed.

Crunch, the moment Zhang Jing turned her head, there was a grinding sound in her cherry red lips. "Little bunny, don't play dead".

Zhang Jing scolded secretly, stretched out two slender fingers, and an aura slowly surrounded.

"Zhang Jing, Mo Shengyou is still injured, you don't need to block your divine sense, just close the curtain." Bai Juan seemed to have understood Zhang Jing's thoughts, and when he walked into the bath, he said casually.

Zhang Jing slowly withdrew her fingers, nodded at Fan Yan, and gritted her fine teeth. A harsh chattering voice turned into Fan Yan's ears. "Boy, you're cheap, you're not allowed to watch, only listen. Look, the eyes gouge out for you".

Fan Yan closed his eyes tightly, and the corners of his mouth grinned inadvertently. This Zhang, Fan Yan knows too well. For more than 100 years, his own good deeds have been ruined by this nursing. Several times I almost didn't kick my ass.

Fan Yan's ruthlessness towards Zhang Jing can be characterized by a feud. However, Fan Yan just had no way to take this Zhang Jing. Zhang Jing looked at Bai Juan tightly, and this Bai Juan didn't let go when he looked at Zhang Jing. Fan Yan wanted to get rid of Zhang Jing many times. The supervisor made Hu Jian use it, but there was no chance.

Zhang Jing returned and clicked on the veil outside the bathroom. I didn't have a good way. "This tattered veil is more than a book of paper, who hung it."

After Zhang Jing finished speaking, she turned around and covered Fan Yan's face with a skirt on her body.

Fan Yan was so angry, the skin on his face kept moving, hoping to remove the skirt on his face a little. No matter how Fan Yan moved, this skirt with a faint fragrance, like a long one, covered Fan Yan's head.

Wow, there was a sound in the distance, the sound of soft gauze sliding through delicate skin. It was like a light transparent gauze that gently fell to the ground from the creamy delicate skin.

Fan Yan's whole body became frantic with the soft, thin, and distant sound. The heart that had been restless for a long time beat a thunderous drum. I was so excited that the veins in my neck jumped wildly.

The shaking hand moved outward like a wave.

Burst. A slender finger rested on the silk quilt and pointed at Fan Yan, who was about to stretch out his hand, and his head slammed towards the stalk, the red light on his face swelled into purple, his teeth almost crushed, and the green tendons on his temples and head were so swollen that he was about to jump out of his purple face.

"What's wrong with Zhang Jing?" In the bath filled with the fragrance of flowers, Bai Juan gently held her hair and asked casually.

"Ah, it's okay, I have a toothache." Zhang Jing's thin fingers pointed at Fan Yan's hand fiercely. He replied with a smile.

Fan Yan's hand kept stretching out on the stone bed, beads of sweat the size of beans poured out from every pore of his body, and the soft fragrant silk quilt was immediately filled with the smell of hot sweat.

Suddenly, a cold current burst from the palm of the hand into the meridians of the whole body. Several critical meridians automatically shut down after the cold snap passed. ", it's good ...... bad for me".

didn't wait for Fan Yan to finish scolding in his heart, his whole body froze on the bed like wood, and even the sweat that had just gushed out was forced back. Fan Yan wanted to scold Zhang Jing's eighth-generation ancestor in his heart. The hated Fan Yan really wanted to drink Zhang Jing's blood, eat Zhang Jing's meat, and even wanted to bite his bones.

A fierce voice came into Fan Yan's ears with the hatred of grinding his teeth. "Boy, the more I look at you, the more dishonest I become, and I don't give you any benefits, I don't know how desperate your Grandma Zhang's methods are."

"Don't think that the young master is optimistic about you, you can do whatever you want, with your Grandma Zhang, your hand is not honest, I will break your hand, that leg is disobedient, I will cripple your leg, believe it or not."

"Boy, the more I look at you, the more you don't look like Mo Evil Holy Friend, the little eyes that are obsessed, I really want to dig them out."

Zhang Jing warned Fan Yan fiercely sentence by sentence, and every sentence knocked into Fan Yan's heart like a nail.

Fan Yan was so frightened that the hot sweat that he had just held back flowed out of his sore palms again, and the soles of his feet and scalp were numb and crisp with Zhang Jing's words, and his body was soaked through his clothes with cold sweat.

Bang, bang, bang, bang. Fan Yan's heart jumped around like a rabbit, and he always felt that the smiling witch in front of him was a gentle devil, staring at himself with a cruel smile, and would tear off every piece of disobedient meat at any time because of his small movements. (To be continued......)