Chapter 4205

"Well, it's better for us to leave for a long time than to get married... Bah, if we meet again after a long time, and want to talk about the past, we'll leave first." With that, without waiting for the reaction of the Siqing tribe, the red lotus soul grabbing sword has turned into a streamer and disappeared in the sky. He left behind the patriarch, Yabu and Wumeng of Siqing tribe, each with a more dreamy look Because the emperor of yin and Yang will set out to dive into the abyss tomorrow, Leng Yumo uses a few instant body runes. She must return to the Yin Yang sect before dawn, but the instant talisman accelerated her speed, but she could only barely walk back and forth overnight. But it's far different. His cultivation has reached the immortal statue. There are few people who can be more powerful than him in the whole cultivation continent. Simple blinking is not a problem at all. Therefore, it took more than two hours for Leng Yumo to go. When I went back, I didn't even have time for a cup of tea. However, they didn't enter Yinyang sect directly, but fell into a valley behind it. As soon as Leng Yumo stops, he looks up and down at Jingyuan. The more she looked, the tighter her brow was. She knew that the little monk's cultivation was very high, and the ordinary cold, hot, hungry and thirsty could not hurt his body or mind. But the person in front of him seems to have lost a circle of weight, and the whole person seems to have lost his spirit and become gloomy and dead. Leng Yumo's heart was filled with anger and heartache. Who made her a little monk like this? Just thinking about it, the hand was suddenly caught by someone. Jingyuan looked at her nervously, "feather foam, is my appearance terrible? Scared you? " Jingyuan vaguely knows that he almost entered the state of blood moon before. He is full of injustice and looks like Shura. Even if he saw it, he would be afraid and give up. What would Yumo think of him? This idea, let his whole heart all tightly. However, the girl in front of her showed a puzzled expression with a slight frown“ What did it look like? " Leng Yumo is trying to think back, "I just saw little monk, you are too excited, haven't had time to see what you look like? Why don't you show me another one? Is it cool and crazy? Or is it evil spirit Jingyuan: "the corner of his mouth was raised unconsciously, and the expression on his face relaxed slowly, showing some clear joy and sweetness like a young man. Leng Yumo is itchy when he looks at him like this. He can't help grabbing the little monk's cassock and asking him to lower his head and touch it gently at the corner of his mouth. But without waiting to step back, she was pressed on the rockery by the little monk who was just clever enough to be teased by her, and her breath was instantly adjusted. Not far in front of the rockery, there seems to be footsteps and voices. Their intertwined breathing became rapid and hot. Jingyuan clasped her palm as if it were burning with a hot flame. When the kiss was over, the voices faded away. Leng Yumo pokes out his head and looks there. He should be a disciple of Yin Yang sect. He just passed by here. She drew back her head and looked at the little monk's eyes and cheeks as if they had been dyed red by peach blossom. She could not help laughing: "if you are found cheating with a woman, you will be ruined." Jingyuan embraces her, lowers her head and touches the woman's forehead with her forehead. Her voice is still slightly panting: "there has been no Qingming for a long time... I don't want Qingming, just you."