Chapter 1392

Looking for the ignition point, he said, keeping up.

Soon, there was only Duan Ziyin left in the hall, kneeling on the ground with a group of male slaves who were just charming, and watching Su Kui go away with them.

When people disappear out of sight, they can't see it any more. Duan Ziyin slowly stands up from the ground. I didn't look at these lowly male slaves. She was in a hurry with something hidden in her heart.

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because of the great Roman religion, it can be divided into several areas.

The southwest is the place where the disciples and apprentices are trained in the school. The north is the weapon storehouse of inluo school. The last area with the largest and the best scenery is the main east direction, the residence and main hall of the previous masters.

At this time, it's summer, when the grass grows and the warbler flies. In the rippling water of the lake, the full pool of lotus flowers are competing to open, surrounded by a cluster of pink white, swaying with the breeze.

The Jiuqu veranda and octagonal pavilions suspended on the water have the charm of the south of the Yangtze River in ink. At the end of the floating bridge, a man in blue stands with his hand in hand.

The wind whipped up his long dark hair, and he looked away from him.

Duan Ziyin stared at it for a long time, just like summoning up her courage, gripping the accessories around her waist, stepping on the pontoon with light hands and feet, and walking towards yuefusang.

Until she came to her, Yue Fusang didn't respond. She thought he didn't notice. She opened her mouth. She didn't know how to open it, but she heard the voice of the man with his back to her.

"Duanzuo Dharma protector?"

Duan Ziyin is surprised and looks up in a hurry, but sees that Yue Fusang doesn't turn back. How does he realize it's her? She didn't make a sound. Besides, didn't all his accomplishments be blocked?

Now, Duan Ziyin has a feeling. Standing in front of her, she is the person who can be the leader of Mingdao several years later. It's not the rumor that the little master of Changqing palace is like a relegated immortal.

"It's me, yuegongzi."

The more Fusang droops his eyes, a gust of wind comes and rolls a piece of willow catkins. He reaches out his hand, and the snow-white willow catkins fall into his hands.

"Before, thank you for your help."

Although, in his opinion, these help are not needed. Because Manjusri didn't plan to kill him at all. Her bad taste made her want to torture him more. Best, she could tempt him to fall in love, so that she could better control him.

Yuefusang could not say what he felt in his heart, but he faintly realized that this feeling was driving him to do something wrong. And all those sudden thoughts, he himself, could not tell what they were.

But it's bad for him.

Because of his heart, the most obvious thing is that he doesn't seem to hate inmanshu so much.

Why is it uncomfortable to see that inmanshu is so good to a man who has eight points like him? In my mind, I can't help but think of the night when he was in the secret room, the enchanting aroma of mandala and her soft hands lingering in his nose. With the coquetry of the daughter's family, there are many less domineering people in the day.

Now, her special share seems not to be for him alone.

A few threads of fidgety floating in his heart, his hands behind him tightened, and his cold eyes sank.

Duan Ziyin can only feel that the breath of the man around him seems to be unstable for a moment. When she wants to feel it carefully, he has recovered as usual, as if what she just noticed was just an illusion.

"It doesn't matter. I just don't think a man like yuegongzi should be treated like this." She said, pulling at the corners of her lips.