Hu Yixuan's hoarse voice suddenly came from behind, causing Rong Huang to stop.

"Could it be the child you gave birth to with another wild man on your back?" Seeing Rong Huang staying still and silent, Hu Yixuan speculated maliciously.

The tearing pain in the dantian was about to suffocate him, and Hu Yixuan's eyes looked at Rong Huang very resentful, as if he was watching Hong Xing's wife coming out of the wall.

Rong Huang didn't turn his head back, "Is it something to do with you?" After he said that, he raised his foot and left the wood house. As he walked, he told Ruoyan, "Cut Hu Yixuan's tendons and hamstrings off, and throw them out of the Holy Heaven Sect."

If the smoke should be lowered, at the same time the scene I had just glimpsed appeared in my mind.

Hu Yixuan and the wolf-hearted Ban Ning lay on the ground covered in blood, looking at their embarrassment.

Ruoyan was very happy.

Most of the sufferings that the young lady suffered had something to do with Hu Yixuan. Now that Hu Yixuan looks like this, she deserves it and is really retribution.

The wood house was in the corner of Saint Tianzong, and the small wooden house where Rong Huang lived was in the best location.

Rong Huang flashed and appeared in front of the cabin.

Raising his hand and pushing open the door of the cabin, Rong Huang saw Shang Teng sitting on the steps in front of the bedroom.

The dog-biting hair on Shang Teng's head was tied at random with a headband, and Rong Huang could still see several strands of hair falling off the back of his head.

This hairstyle is extremely rough.

Shang Teng, wearing a small moon white robe, supported his head with both hands. Hei Wuwu's eyes lit up when he saw Rong Huang open the door and come in.

"Master!"

Rong Huang's heart was softened by being called, but his solemnity as a master cannot be forgotten, "It's dark, why don't you go to bed? If you forget to learn cultivation with me tomorrow?"

Shang Teng clasped his hands tightly together, his expression a little worried, "I want to wait for Master to come back."

Rong Huang let out a cry and stroked his pale blue sleeves, "I'm back now, you can go to bed, go to bed early and get up early for good health."

Shang Teng pursed his lower lip, and the already bloodless lips became paler.

Something darkened in his eyes, and it took a long time before he nodded obediently, "Then I will go to bed, and Master will go to bed earlier."

Rong Huang put his hands behind his back, pretending to be a deep hum.

Shang Teng stood up and turned back to his bedroom one step at a time.

Rong Huang heaved a sigh of relief seeing the door closed.

Rong Huang snorted softly while playing with the jade ornament on his waist. For the sake of his well-being, he would add a meal tomorrow morning.

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"Miss, Ban Ning is dead."

As soon as Rong Huang got up in the morning, he learned such news from Ruoyan's mouth.

At this time, Rong Huang hadn't fully awakened, he blinked, stared at the white jade hairpin in front of him for a long time, and then sighed slowly.

If you die, you die.

Saved a lot of things.

It's just that if Ruo Yan's next words let Rong Huang choose the hairpin's movements, "But there is something wrong with Ban Ning's corpse. The elders mean you will let the lady go and take a look."

Rong Huang casually picked a blue hairpin and inserted it into the black black hair, and his pale blue sleeves brushed across the dressing table, and Rong Huang stood up.

"That's just to see, what the **** is going on."

Rong Huang carried his skirt and walked out of the room, and subconsciously glanced at the next door.

Ruo Yan said immediately, "The little son got up early this morning, and he is now practicing swords with the senior elder in the back mountain."

Rong Huang's original brisk expression was immediately put away, with a straight face.

The king is his master. Why do you look for those ugly old men to learn swords?

King Rong was a little angry, and a little jealous.

But Rong Huang would not say it.