Nothing in the previous life will repeat itself. When the betrayer meets again, she said that she will never leave any affection when she takes action!

"I really don't know." Facing Wushuang's unbelieving eyes, Maitreya raised his finger and said cautiously: "I have only seen it in a small inn. The cold man has no brains and is used by others. I can't see it, so I mentioned it a little, only said a few words, and I have never seen it again."

"Being used?" Wushuang frowned slightly.

Will he be used by a half-orc who has lived for thousands of years? Impossible, Cangming will not be a scheming person!

"Yeah, there are two pairs of girls with that orc. I secretly heard them say they wanted to trap the orc..." Maitreya recalled what happened that day.

Upon hearing this, Wushuang could guess in his heart that Jinse's purpose was, but the expression that Cangming showed when he looked at the woman from the Qingying Sect that day was very excited. Could it be that the woman looked like Cangming?

Cangming was imprisoned for thousands of years and knew a little girl in her twenties. It is absolutely impossible to calculate from this that woman's appearance is very similar to that of the person Cangming values.

In an instant, Wushuang knew this matter in his heart that Cangming was played with by Jinse and her maid. Cangming did betray her that day. She didn't know what happened to Cangming a thousand years ago, but even if the betrayed her, she would not forgive her again...

Jinse, you have to pay back everything you owe!

"The Feng Xinglie you are looking for is here." Wushuang said coldly as he felt the familiar aura approaching.

After saying this, the door of the dormitory was pushed open, and Feng Xinglie entered in a dark red robe.

Maitreya turned his head and his eyes changed after a few seconds. It was cold, too cold. He found that there were many cold people in the Dragon Emperor Tianya, as if they were not emotional.

"that……"

"Who are you?" The low voice revealed the emperor's aura.

Feng Xingli was in a good mood. When he approached the room, he felt the breath of a stranger and his mood became very bad in an instant.

Maitreya was shocked. One was stronger than the other. He, a witty little monk, could not bear such depression at all!

"It seems to be a message for the old monk. Lie, do you know the old monk?" Wushuang asked in a blink of an eye.

The old monk? Maitreya had a black thread. If the master was still alive, he would definitely vomit blood. This woman's mouth was really poisonous.

"Monkey Budai asked you to come." Feng Xinglie heard the words, and the coldness in his eyes retreated faintly.

Monk Budai is highly respected and is a mage of the Dragon Emperor. His magic power is boundless and can predict the past and future. Now that he has sent a young monk to come, he must have something important.

"Yes, yes, the master said, let me give you this." Maitreya said, taking out a brocade box from his arms.

The brocade box is exquisite and extremely beautiful.

Feng Xinglie took it and put it on the table. He had seen this brocade box before, and it seemed like a magic weapon to ward off evil spirits.

"How did you enter the Dragon Emperor Palace?" Feng Xinglie's eyes were dark, and the Dragon Emperor Palace was strictly guarded and was snatched in by a little monk. Is their defense too low or the monk's skills too high?

"This..." Maitreya touched his head, "I knocked the barbarian designer unconscious and stole his bag and sneaked in..."

After saying that, he took a careful look at Feng Xinglie. Seeing that he was not in a trace of emotion, his tense heart became even more panicked.

"Something is good." Feng Xinglie said softly, his cold face relaxed a little. He naturally would not make things difficult for him as the apprentice of the Budai Monk.

Wushuang didn't know who the Budai Monk was, but when he looked at Feng Xinglie's actions, he knew that he respected the Budai Monk very much, and he was not angry at the little monk's behavior.

"Haha..." Maitreya narrowed his eyes and smiled: "Then I'll go out first..."

"Yes." Feng Xinglie nodded, respecting Monk Budai, and not being wary of this little monk at all.

With permission, Maitreya walked out of the door and took them there. The moment he closed the door, he let out a strong sigh, Master, you said you had sent him such an errand before you Guixi.

The Dragon Emperor is indeed beyond the reach of ordinary people, but that woman, her emperor and queen, seem to be not ordinary people, and he is not optimistic about such two powerful people.

For some reason, at this moment, his eyelids kept beating. Damn it, something was going to happen...

What a bad thing? Maitreya shook his head and thought about it. What do you think? It seems that he just got married today. He thought so, wouldn’t he curse them!

"Who is the Budai Monk?" Wushuang sat down and asked.

Feng Xinglie sat opposite Wushuang: "The highest-ranking mage in Budai Monk can predict the future. I followed him for a while when I was a child."

"I don't believe in any prediction of the future." Wushuang said with a lip silence.

Can she predict the future? She doesn't believe it. Even if she can predict something, the so-called secrets cannot be revealed, and it is unreasonable.

Feng Xinglie smiled and looked at Wushuang with a smile.

Wushuang finished his speech for a while, but no one heard Feng Xinglie answering. He turned to Feng Xinglie's eyes and reached out to apply it on his cheek: "Is there something on my face?"

Feng Xinglie had never seen her like this, as if he was watching a roasted whole sheep, which made her feel like she was being eaten...

"Shuang'er, you are so beautiful..." Feng Xinglie's voice became softer.

Wushuang's cheeks turned red when she heard this. This Fengxingxing is so tender that it is really hard to be tender!

"You...ah..."

Wushuang was about to speak before her whole body was picked up by Feng Xinglie. She couldn't help but scream. For the first time, she lost her composure. She was calm under all circumstances, but now she cried out in a loss of composure.

"Shuang'er..." Feng Xinglie whispered, and his lips kissed.

Faced with such shy Wushuang, his desire was ignited, his delicate little face was like a ripe apple, and his sexual desire was well controlled, but when faced with such delicate and shy Wushuang, he seemed to have taken aphrodisiac, and his desire was full of desire.
Chapter completed!