Devil Lord, You Lose Your Soul

"Deep, what do you see?" Even though the anger in his heart is hard to restrain now, Cheng Xiu turns his head and talks to Rong Shen, but he suppresses the anger and softens his eyebrows.

Rong Shen reached out and rubbed his brow and said, "the Abbot's bone age is at least eighty years old, but you can't say that he is your elder brother now."

"It's about the resentment around him?" Cheng Xiu asked.

"Well." Rong Shen nodded his head, and when he took back his hand, Cheng Xiu held it in his palm.

Referring to the resentment of the abbot, Rao Shi Rong Shen also showed his disgust.

At first, she was just surprised that the Abbot's resentment was too deep. Later, she realized that his bone age was not right, so Rong Shen looked more carefully.

"I'm afraid the person he asked us to go to has something to do with it." Instead of elaborating, Rong Shen turned to Chao Cheng Xiu and said, "when you asked the abbot about your master, I found something wrong with him..."

After a pause, she said, "Cheng Xiu, there may be something wrong with your master's bones. You should be prepared."

"I understand." Mentioning the corpse of master wunian, Cheng Xiu's face shows a layer of anger.

It's just that her anger is mixed with other complicated things. It's gone in a flash, and Rong Shen doesn't have time to see it clearly. However, the uneasiness caused by Cheng Xiu's recent sleepiness comes out of her heart at this moment.

"Cheng Xiu." Rongshen suddenly leans into his arms and reaches for his waist. She looks up at Cheng Xiu with a serious look. "If you find anything, you must tell me, especially those related to yourself."

Rongshen seldom has this kind of time, Cheng Xiu's heart softened, leaned over her shoulder socket, rubbed, and answered in a deep voice.

"What did you say I was you just now in the Zen room?" Cheng Xiu suddenly put his head close to her ear and asked in a low voice.

His voice is slightly dumb and affectionate. She can't help reaching out to touch it, but Cheng Xiuxian stops her.

"Well? Say, just now in the Zen room, you and the abbot said, "what am I you?" Cheng Xiu asked again. When he asked, he was already moved. He could not help kissing the tip of her ear.

Rong Shen side face, before said so natural, now is asked by Cheng Xiu, those two words can't say.

"I can't remember." Rong Shen doesn't want to talk about it any more, but Cheng Xiu can't wait any longer. He sinks his eyes and covers his lips.

After the breath, Cheng Xiu touched her forehead and continued to ask, "deeply, do you remember?"

His voice was hoarse, mixed with familiar and strange emotions.

Rong deeply opens his lips, but he still doesn't want to say it, until Cheng Xiu bullies him again and again, and there is a hoarse voice of the man in black outside.

"Here we are, my Lord."

"Cheng Xiu!" Rong Shen reaches Cheng Xiu's chest and stares at him. "It's time to go down."

"No way." Cheng Xiu shook his head and refused. He even wanted to kiss her. "You haven't said it yet. You said we'll go down."

There was a sound of footsteps approaching outside. Rong Shen reached his chin and bit him angrily. He said quickly, "husband."

Cheng Xiu's breathing suddenly increased. He held her waist and restrained himself. Instead of letting her go, he wanted to do something more.

Rong Shen realized that it was wrong and ran away.

But in the blink of an eye, Rong Shen had turned into a black fog and escaped from his arms. He gathered his body again behind him, smiling at him.