Faced with Qu Xiaojue's appearance of wanting to be intimate all the time, Liu Zhenying was not surprised at all.

After all, since falling in love, the lock screen of his mobile phone has gradually changed to her, the theme is her, the wallpaper is her, and even the photo album is basically her.

Especially in the past two days in the mountains, there were brothers and sisters everywhere, and there were people on duty even at night. He couldn't find any chance to get close to her, so now that he had some alone time, he seemed to have opened his mind.

Like a wild beast, all he could think about was clinging to her.

She leaned forward and kissed him on the chin, coaxing: "Don't worry, we will go back soon after we deal with the matter about the ancient tomb. There are still a lot of things..." Things are waiting for them to deal with.

But before she could finish her words, the man who leaned down unceremoniously sealed her lips, and his long-distance plundering completely took away her breath.

They didn't know how long they had been kissing, and they only heard a slight and awkward cough not far away.

The two people separated quickly as if they were electrocuted. Qu Xiaojue almost subconsciously held Liu Zhenying, whose eyebrows had become charming due to the kiss, in his arms, and turned his eyes warily: "Who is it?"

"Junior sister Liu, donor Qu."

Tan Lan was standing not far away, with his back to them, his face hidden in the night, and his face could not be seen clearly. He could only hear him reciting "Infinite Heavenly Lord" before continuing to speak: "Master said that since the gift has been sent to Liu

Junior sister has it in hand, so I’ll ask you two to come over.”

Gift?

As expected, it was Master who put this purple robe away.

Liu Zhenying immediately smoothed out the wrinkles on her cassock due to her tight grip, and smiled brightly, her face without makeup showing off and moving: "Thank you, Brother Tan, I'll go back right away."

"good."

Despite this response, Tan Lan did not move, and naturally did not turn his head, as if he did not want to leave them alone space.

Seeing this, Qu Xiaojue's eyes darkened slightly for a few seconds, but he quickly regained his composure, stood up, and helped Liu Zhenying tidy up her hair around her temples: "Go back now?"

"Go back."

As for the Cultural Relics Institute, we can only wait until tomorrow to explain to them.

Tan Lan followed them not far or near, accompanying them back, but he did not follow them into the master's courtyard.

With his small white hands, he pushed open the door of the wing room. Before Liu Zhenying could say anything, a handle of dust was thrown directly at him, and a voice shouted angrily: "Evil disciple."

"careful."

The two voices sounded almost at the same time, Qu Xiaojue subconsciously turned around, protected her in his arms, and carried Fuchen down with his back.

The sound of dust falling to the ground was neither high nor low, but it was still particularly harsh in the silent night.

To be honest, the master originally wanted to hit Liu Zhenying, but he hit his disciple's son-in-law, which made his face slightly distorted, but he still managed to get the upper hand: "Evil disciple, what I said to you was ignored by you at the time.

And if you destroy your cultivation again, are you really prepared to destroy yourself?"

Liu Zhenying first checked Qu Xiaojue's injuries. After he shook his head slightly, she stepped forward and knelt straight on the futon in front of the master with her slender body. Her eyelashes were curled and her tone was indifferent: "Master is here.

Are you scolding me for doing something again today?"

"Did you make other mistakes that I don't know about?"

"But I am not killing innocent people indiscriminately. They all deserve to die. I just send them to see the ancestor as soon as possible."

"Smooth words and charming words."

The master subconsciously wanted to use Fuchen to slap him, but he stretched out his hand, but remembered that Fuchen had just been thrown out by him, and there was no one to help him pick it up, so he could only slap it on the table: "Let's not talk about what you have been doing lately.

You have repeatedly used the name of the ancestor to say that you are attacking ordinary people. Do you know that this will make your cultivation level fall again and again? By then, not to mention the ancestor of the purple robe, I am afraid that you can't even wear the most ordinary green robe.
Chapter completed!