Although the ransom was not very large, Rong Huang reluctantly accepted it because these sects were not very strong.

After Rong Huang personally registered, he asked the three elders behind him to take them to lead the person back, and then put the stack of paper in Ruoyan's hand, picked up Shang Teng and ran away.

Ruo Yan looked at a piece of paper with ghost symbols on it, and slowly typed a "?" in his head.

Dare to feel that the young lady was rubbing ink and spreading paper just now, just writing about loneliness?

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After receiving a large amount of ransom, Rong Huang just sat in the bedroom and counted the treasures of spiritual stones all afternoon.

Rong Huang waited until the meal was time to withdraw his mind.

After eating, Rong Huang wandered around in the peach forest below the mountain, and after returning, he washed and fell asleep.

Zheng Xiang, who was sleeping in the middle of the night, Rong Huang suddenly felt some difficulty breathing.

Her chest seemed to be pressed tightly by something, and she was almost out of breath.

Rong Huang tried to wave his claws, but his limbs were firmly squeezed by a force, and he couldn't move.

Rong Huang collapsed into a small biscuit, and the whole phoenix lay straight on the small wooden bed.

The thing on his body was really heavy, and Rong Huang couldn't breathe.

Rong Huang opened his mouth, panting hard, and a warm breath sprayed down from the side of her neck, which made her excited and opened her eyes immediately.

Then, he met a pair of black black crows, long narrow and glamorous eyes.

The pupils of those eyes were strange and evil, and their eyes were dark and sick.

The eyes looking at her were obsessed.

Rong Huang's back quickly burst into coldness, as if ice cubes were poured into the collar of his shirt.

The boy blinked and his eyes flowed.

The moment Rong Huang opened his eyes before, what he saw was an illusion, and there was only purity in those eyes.

Rong Huang: "???"

Rong Huang looked at him lying on his body and at the young man about 20 years old. He was startled at first, and then exclaimed. He lifted his foot and kicked him out of the bed.

This, this...what the **** is this? !

Why is it in the king's cot?

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Rong Huang hugged the quilt and sat on the bed with a look of horror, his back pressed against the wall, his dark and moist eyes widened.

"Who are you? Why are you in my room?"

Rong Huang thought that such a thing was lying on her body just now, and suddenly he had the thought of hitting the wall.

Woo, she is not clean anymore.

Shang Teng looked at Rong Huang in a daze, with two packs of tears in his eyes, full of grievances.

He didn't understand why Rong Huang kicked him out of bed.

His **** hurts.

Shang Teng put a hand on the edge of the bed, and his clear voice was a bit muffled. He whispered, "Master."

Rong Huang heard these two words in horror, biting his hand and staring at Shang Teng.

"Why, where are you evildoer, dare to pretend to be my disciple?!!!"

Rong Huangpa yelled loudly, and at the same time stretched out a little jiojio to kick Shang Teng's paw on the edge of the bed, with a fierce expression on his face.

Student Shang Teng was even more aggrieved.

His hands hurt too.

Master is a fierce duck.

"Master." There was a layer of water in the young man's eyes, and it was shining against the moonlight, a bit seductive.

Rong Huang brushed back the little jiojio, and scolded, "What are you talking about nonsense? My disciple is only four and a half years old, and he is still a child, so he is not as big as you!"

Shang Teng's rose-like lips pressed tightly, suddenly raised his hand and pulled open the collar.

Rong Huang: "?????!!!"

Rong Huang quickly shrank himself into a quail, holding a small quilt, covering his eyes and shaking.