in kui temple.
sifeng leaned feebly against his seat, frowning and meditating.
although this time he successfully came out of yang jun, he may not be so lucky next time.
the guy who instructed the black snake to do it may not really want to kill yang jun, but to make the suspicion even deeper between them who are already at odds with each other.
”what's the matter, such a sad face?”
a light call into the bone, enough to soften the bone of a man, even the soul is hooked away.
the tin wind slowly looked up and looked at the face of the world, but did not move a little mind.
the person in front of her is not an ordinary woman, to her mind, a little careless, it is possible to bee the ghost under her skirt.
”what can i do for you here, master of the palace of buried flowers?”
he asked gloomily, looking at the master of the palace of flowers.
”i came for yang jun to invite us.”
although the voice of the master of the palace was delicate to the bone, the expression on his face was serious.
”this is more dangerous than you and i thought.”
she looked at the