Rong Huang snorted, sneered in his moist and dark apricot eyes, "Are you still the third elder of the Holy Heaven Sect?"

"Now Saint Heaven Sect is my world, you a treachery villain, what right do you have to ask forgiveness in front of me?"

The blue veins on the back of Hu Yixuan's hands and hands were violent, and a look of humiliation appeared in his eyes.

There was a pale smile at the corner of Hu Yixuan's mouth, but he couldn't see the slightest beauty on the face that was swollen into a pig's head. On the contrary, it made people a little nauseous.

"I beg you so much, why are you so disregarded of your old love?"

Hu Yixuan felt that all this was not his fault at all.

He didn't love Rong Huang at the beginning because Rong Huang's temperament was gloomy and his eyes were sticky and obsessed, which made him very sick.

Later, he met Ban Ning, and soon fell in love. He cultivated with Ban Ning, and his practice was broken because of this.

The witch has always been good at deceiving people's minds, and Hu Yixuan will never admit that he is not firm in his mind, and only attribute all this to Ban Ning's seduction.

Thinking about this, Hu Yixuan felt that he was not wrong.

On the contrary, Rong Huang, a woman who wrote a letter of divorce in front of the people of Saint Tianzong, was not observing women's way.

He is not like other men, three wives and four concubines, who are already very good. Rong Huang dare to write a letter of divorce.

He didn't pursue it, and regardless of his previous proposal to rejoin her as a Daoist companion, Rong Huang should be happy.

Hu Yixuan was full of confidence and felt that Rong Huang would definitely forgive him.

However, what he was waiting for was not Rong Huang who was crying with joy, but a slap in the air from Rong Huang.

Rong Huang was disgusted, and the strength he exerted didn't restrain him at all, and he directly staggered Hu Yixuan.

"The slap just now didn't wake you up, so that you have the illusion that I'm stupid and stick-manipulating?"

"Have you forgotten which **** framed me as a magic repairer? Who suggested to abolish my spiritual root?"

"Have you forgotten?" Rong Huang almost smiled shamelessly by Hu Yixuan, a mouthful of little white teeth with a sharp chill, "Since you have forgotten, I will remind you."

As soon as the words fell silent, Hu Yixuan felt a threat of life-threatening approaching him.

Then, he was choked on his neck and threw it out violently.

The man's body slammed heavily on the pile of firewood sticks, splashing dust.

Before he got up from the pile of firewood, a sharp pain suddenly came from his pubic position.

Hu Yixuan lowered his head in horror, and saw a milky white spiritual root slowly coming out of his body.

Hu Yixuan's eyes were about to split, and he watched as Linggen flew towards Rong Huang, and was broken into dregs in Rong Huang's hands.

"what--"

Rong Huang retracted his hand and said impatiently, "What is it called? Am I not helping you remember?"

It stands to reason that he has to thank her.

"Miss." Ruo Yan suddenly appeared behind her, whispering softly.

Rong Huang's palm was filled with golden spiritual power, and he turned his head to look at Ruo Yan, his soft voice seemed to be wrapped in sweet honey, "What's wrong?"

"The little son has been standing at the door, saying that he is waiting for you to go back, but it is useless if the slave and maid persuade him."

Rong Huang was stunned, working so hard in his career that he almost forgot that there was still a phoenix disease in the cabin.

Rong Huang retracted his hand with some regret, and turned around, "Then go back."

It is common for male and female protagonists, but the cub version of phoenix disease is not common.

Rong Huang certainly chose the latter.

"Little son? Why didn't I know that there was an extra little son in the Saint Heaven Sect?"