The little breasted beast fell to the end of the bed with four legs facing the sky, and the nine tails that it tried to erect were bigger than its body.

It opened its golden eyes sleepyly, and it was filled with confusion.

After a while, the little schnitted beast got up with difficulty and curled up to sleep.

Ye Mohan also lowered his eyes, surrounded the girl's soft body with his hands, and his long legs were placed on Chu Yue's body.

"Why did it take so long?"

The man's voice was low, and his warm breath sprinkled in Chu Yue's ears.

"I handled something by the way."

Chu Yue replied: "Pillow, it's time for you to return to the Holy Land."

Behind him, the man hugged her tightly, but he woke up in an instant, with a demonic handsome face and a pair of purple eyes as secretly as ever.

Ye Mohan kept silent and pondered for a long time without saying a word. His slender hands gently wrapped around her slightly cool little hand.

Outside the Settling Sun Tower, Qingyang was just right, with pedestrians rushing in, bustling with people making lively sounds.

What he once hated the most was not so disgusted now.

Ye Mohan slowly raised his other hand, and his big palm lightly covered Chu Yue's eyes.

Chu Yue suddenly fell into a chaotic darkness, but she felt extremely at ease.

The man only kissed her tender neck, making a mute sound as if he was slightly squinted.

"good."

What he was greedy for was not the warmth of affection, but the fear that someone would bully his girl when he was away.

Chu Yue curled her lips and smiled, and slept in the man's arms, from noon to evening, and then to the white moon slightly hanging.

There have been many changes on the Lingtian Continent this day, and almost all the warriors in the world are melancholy.

The storyteller and the drinker in the Canyang Building were all discussing excitedly.

"You can hear that the new martial arts laws issued by the Temple of the Martial God will be even more difficult to follow in the future."

"The divine vein is about to be born, and all major domains are competing for the king of the Nine Continents. I don't know who will fall in the end."

"There is also the Lord of the Hundred Ghosts. I heard that the Fairy Yaochi may take the lead. Unfortunately, it was the position of the Emperor of the Holy Realm."

"When it comes to Emperor, we have to mention Qingyuan Sect and the Sin Sect. At least we have some prestige in the sect, but we didn't expect to be expelled from the Ten Army of the Holy Land."

“…”

In just about one day, all corners of Lingtian Continent, the warriors were discussing these two or three things after dinner.

The moonlight shone on the ancient Xiaoyao City. Qin Tieniu and Yan Nanji had arguing about the bad reputation. After returning to the city lord's mansion in disappointment, they received an invitation from the deputy head of the Ghost Moon Palace.

Yan Nanji, carrying the few pork heads, found a stall owner selling pork in the long street. After much persuasion, she made some money in the dark and windy night.

Only the old stall owner looked melancholy under the moonlight.

The Qin family took away his pork head meat in vain in the afternoon, but now he has to pay out of his own pocket and buy it back at a high price.

What is this world called?

The second half of the night.

The twelve guardians of the Holy Land and the Black Armored Army were all waiting in the empty streets outside the Settling Sun Tower.

The door was open, Ye Mohan stood tall and walked out stepping.

A black robe flew in the evening breeze.

"Your Highness."

Guardian Bai and others clasped their fists and nodded, respectfully.

Ye Mohan stood with his hands behind his back and looked back at the Canyang Tower.

This trip to the holy realm is a battle between the divine veins, aspirations of swans and bloody roads!

"Don't she go to the Holy Land?" asked the Blood Protector.

"Um."

Ye Mohan responded lightly.

The Blood Guardian held the sword in both hands, stood beside him and lowered his head and smiled, "He is really a stubborn person."

Ye Mohan said nothing, but the Blood Protector raised his head and said meaningfully: "It looks very similar to you back then."

At that time, the boy was at a loss and was in thin clothes, but he dared to point his sword at the sky and challenge the top of martial arts, which made the heroes lose their lust.

"Your Highness, the news just now came that Lingyun Mountain in the eastern part of the Holy Land was occupied by the Dao Region, killing and injuring tens of thousands of people." Tan Zong arched his hands.

"He dared to occupy Lingyun Mountain in the Holy Land, so he seized the Nine Mines in Zhongzhou."

Ye Mohan narrowed his sword's eyes halfway, and a cold light rose everywhere, as if a cold wind was howling by.

While waving his sleeves and talking, he stepped forward and held the power to rule the world.

Raise your hands and feet, and the emperor's demeanor is all natural!

Three thousand black armored troops bowed their heads.

The masks of evil ghosts shine in the darkness.

Tan Zong looked up and looked at Ye Mohan with admiration.

Ye Mohan suddenly realized that there was an old man's candied haws from the Jiu Mine in Zhongzhou in the Dao Realm. His craftsmanship was the best, which was Ling Tianzhi's best.

Ye Mohan's lips raised slightly, and his ink robe danced lightly.

When I walked forward, I was blocked by a small figure.

On the long street, in the dark night, the little Ye Chen was wearing a fitted robe and mandala-colored eyes staring at Ye Mohan.
Chapter completed!