Long Fuyue wanted to be unable to move, unable to scream, and almost hit the wall with regret in her heart.
Alas, it would be better to fall into the hands of that dead demon than to fall into the hands of this man! She really didn't dare to think about what kind of trouble she would encounter later...
Yang Siming resisted her and turned around a few more mountain passes. Sure enough, a small temple appeared in front of him.
Although this small temple is small, it has all the internal organs. It also has a front hall, a back hall, a side hall, and there is actually a small courtyard behind the temple.
Before I even reached the temple gate, two men in black came forward to greet me.[
One of them looked at the dragon symbol on Yang Siming's shoulder, with a look of surprise on his face. He patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Hey, you really got the princess here, that's amazing! Come in quickly."
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Seeing that they had no respect for her, Long Fuyue knew that this time things were completely serious.
"Damn it, if they really want to do something wrong to me, the worst they can do is fight to the death with them, and I'll go have tea with that judge again!"
Yang Siming resisted Long Fuyue and walked in.
There were still more than ten people standing in the main hall of the temple, all dressed in black robes from head to toe. On the black robes was embroidered something that looked like a snake but not a snake, something like a dragon but not a dragon. They looked old, young, ugly and handsome.
In the center, the statue of the god in the temple was pushed aside. There was a tiger leather chair, and a man was sitting on the chair. He was also dressed in black robe from head to toe, but the difference was that his black robe was embroidered with
A dragon, a golden dragon with teeth and claws. He is handsome and tall, full of oppressive power, and his eyes are evil and sharp. At a glance, you can tell that he is a person who is used to giving orders.
Yang Siming placed Long Fuyue on the ground, put his hands on his hips and saluted: "Jiao Wang, my subordinates are fortunate to have fulfilled their mission and recaptured the Holy Princess."
The King of Cults who was sitting on the tiger-skin chair did not move, and only had a pair of eyes that stared at Long Fuyue like lightning: "Is this little girl the saint?" His voice was slightly hoarse, but not necessarily hoarse.
It's unpleasant. Instead, it sounds a little lazy, like a leopard that just woke up.
Yang Siming did not dare to raise his head: "Yes! This subordinate used to be the bodyguard of the Holy Princess. She is indeed the Holy Princess Longfuyue! There is no way she can be wrong."