Please, I Really Don’t Want To Fall In Love with the Boss. - Chapter 332

Compared with the other three sects of the magic way, the Youluo Temple is simply an outlier.

Qin Ruyan glanced at him and asked in a low voice, “Do you really want my Lingzhu?”

Her pretty face was slightly red, her eyes were counting, and it was rare for her to be a little bad.

Li Ran thought for a while, “What harm will it do to you?”

Qin Ruyan shook her head and said, “There’s no harm, I can’t absorb that yin and evil energy, I can only keep nourishing it.

and. “

“Oh.”

Li Ran stretched out his hand, “Then give me a few.”

Qin Ruyan’s pretty face flushed and she stammered: “This is not what I can give if I want, it is what I need…

Not here anyway!”

“what?”

Li Ran scratched his head, but didn’t care too much, “Okay, I’ll talk about it later.” Qin Ruyan: “…”

She blushed and lowered her head, her head almost drooping into her chest

Li Ran asked, “Then are you going back to the sect now?”

Qin Ruyan shook her head, endured the awkwardness and said, “The situation has developed to this point, I and I

Huanxi Lao is immortal! Now Zong has not left the customs, but Huifu is likely to be silenced

Li Ran nodded and said, “That’s right, why don’t you go back to the Youluo Temple with me first to avoid it?”

“Youluo Temple is too far away from here, it is very likely to be intercepted halfway, the risk is too high.” Qin Ruyan pondered for a moment, and said: “There is a large city near Chefeng City, and the city is dominated by it.

Said to have the strength of the way, it is better to hide from my husband’s side. “

Li Ran nodded, “Alright, let’s go together, just in time for me to rectify it.”

He was thrown out by Yi Qinglan, his face was gray, and his moon spirit power had not recovered, so he really should be repaired before going on the road.

Qin Ruyan’s eyes were full of smiles, and she said coquettishly, “Cut, if you want to protect others, just say it directly^”

Li Ran: “Ah?” Her eyes were bright, and she whispered with a blushing face: “If you put your mind on the pearl, the slave family will definitely give it to you.

yours. “

After saying that, he almost took off in the air.

Looking at her back, Li Ran always felt that something was wrong. :

Chapter two hundred and fifteen

Wuxiang Mountain.

Cuixia Peak.

In the extremely luxurious bedroom, the sound of silk and bamboo is endless, and through the thin red gauze curtain, you can faintly see the graceful figure shaking the electricity.

Ancestor Huanxi sat on the chair like a tiger and a dragon.

He was burly, with bulging muscles under his thin and loose clothes, and his whole figure was like a volcano that could erupt at any time.

A few good-looking girls next to him are pinching his shoulders and beating his legs for him.

dong dong dong.

knock on the door

The old man said solemnly, “Come in.”

An old man in gray robe walked in quickly, “Meet the old man, the villain has something important to report.”

Lao waved his hand, “You all get off.”

“Say

The sound of silk and bamboo stopped, and the girls got up and left their husbands one after another.

Only the two of them were left in the hall

The old man said, “Tell me, how is the situation?”

The old man swallowed his saliva and said, “Twenty-twenty.”

“What did you say?”

The old brow wrinkled, suspecting that he heard it wrong

The old man whispered: “The deacons sent, Cheng Yuzhu, and brothers Xie Longju are all dead, and there are only a dozen mummified corpses left at the scene.”

boom!

The whole hall trembled.

The boundless blood spread, and the air was filled with tyrannical murderous aura!

The old man fell to the ground tremblingly, not even daring to lift his head, his eyes were full of fear.

Ancestor Huanxi seems to be only middle-aged, but he is actually an old demon, older than him

Just keep using the secret method to keep the appearance, and that secret method…

To put it bluntly, it is piled up with human life.

The corpses that died under the hands of the ancestors can almost cover this Cuixia Peak!

“Cheng Yuzhu is also dead?”

“died.”

“A bunch of trash!”

The old voice was cold and biting, and contained strong anger.

The old man said in a trembling voice, “The villain suspects that Qin Ruyan has a helper, otherwise Xie Longju would not have missed it.

“helper?”