There is death everywhere.?

Ye Xiyue walked towards the south of the city and wanted to find a place with extreme shade to release the woman in the space. If there was a place with water, it would be great.

There will be moats around the city. Ye Xiyue's body skills are very fast. A quarter of an hour later, she came to the moat and found a place with sparse moonlight and extremely darkness. It is located in the waters of the moat, and she released the woman out of the space.

"Thank you, benefactor." Because he was a resentful spirit, his speech was a little hoarse.

It was late at night and Ye Xiyue had no extra time to say goodbye to her, "You go, remember to find a good family."

The woman's eyes were filled with tears and she left with a hint of relief.

Ye Xiyue seemed to have some feelings. If this woman was strong enough, she would not have ended up like this.

Thinking of herself, she pursed her lips, and the corners of her eyebrows showed a condensation. She remembered that a month ago, on the same dark night, Huang Junye left.

"Yuanjunye, wait for me to pick you up."

Sudden--

An unusual movement came from the grass not far away.

Ye Xiyue walked over, "Who?"

The grass was moving, and no one was seen.

She took out her palm and suddenly faced a black light. When the light disappeared, she could see clearly the little thing in front of her.

It was a three-year-old child with a black mark on his face.

His black head was tied to the top of his head, like a little boy, with pink and tender cheeks, with a little baby fat.

Small body, short arms and short legs.

This is a very beautiful life.

But he is different from Xiao Fusheng's portrait.

His eyes were as blood as glass, his nails as black as zombies.

"Little Fusheng?"

The little guy stared at Ye Xiyue and suddenly let out a long roar, like a wolf howling.

Ye Xiyue cried out inwardly, and wanted to catch him, but he flashed, slipping faster than a rabbit.

"Little Fusheng!" Ye Xiyue called out in a low voice, and the little guy was gone and he was hiding in the grass and disappeared.

Then there were all kinds of movements. The whistle of Xiao Fusheng just now attracted a lot of people, and Ye Xiyue was about to leave.

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...

Lord Heijue ordered the two subordinates to paint the portrait of Ye Xiyue and then went to Huayang Hall.

In the main hall, a room of golden silk fluttered, with the fragrance of flowers everywhere and the body fragrance of a woman alone.

When Ronghua came, he was holding a portrait in his hand.

"Phoenix King." He didn't even knock on the door of the hall, but pushed the door straight into the hall. The golden gauze fluttered, and the sound of a lingering piano came.

Ronghua stood in the hall, no longer moving forward, and listened leisurely to the sound of the piano like a mountain flowing water.

A scent of flowers came to his nose, and a golden shadow suddenly flashed in front of Ronghua. His green lotus-like arms were like snakes, cleverly clinging to Ronghua's neck, and his slender white and tender legs wrapped around his waist. A stir, slightly rising into Ronghua's heart.

The portrait in his hand fell to the ground, hugged the woman's jade body, sniffed in obsession, buried her neck, lifted up a thread of silk, placed it at the end of her nose, closed her eyes, and murmured softly: "Feng'er, you are naughty again."

The woman laughed like a silver bell and kept giggling. Her slender legs were straddling his waist, pressing against the hardness of his lower body, turning her beautiful eyes, looking at Hengsheng.

This is a very beautiful woman, but her face was wearing a half-gold mask covering her nose, revealing only the phoenix eyes and lips. Her pink lips stretched out her soft tongue and kissed Ronghua's cheeks.
Chapter completed!