In the night wind, the hem of his robe was fluttering, and he was as clean as an immortal.
Between the strands of black hair, there is a charming smile on the face of Qingguoqingcheng. It is Weiyang, the master of the temple.
Beichen was not surprised at all by Wei Young's appearance.
"Thirty percent!"
He opened and closed his lips and uttered two very simple words.
Wei Yang walked over lazily, "Thirty percent, isn't it a little less?"
"You don't have to!" Beichen said lightly.
"That's not too disrespectful to Senior Brother, is it?" Weiyang's eyes glanced at the purple pupil beside her, "How much do you give Xiaotongtong?"
His eyes fell on Zi Tong, and Beichen's voice became gentle, "What's yours is hers!"
"Then I don't want it, I'll give everything I have to my little Tongtong." Weiyang laughed, "Anyway, she is now the purple saint in my temple, she must be mine..."
Before he finished speaking, Zi Tong had already raised his hand and threw something towards him.
"Please, Lord Palace Master, take this back!"
Wei Yang raised his hand, and a mask fell on his palm.
The white background, purple patterns, and the nine-star pattern symbolizing the Nine-Star Temple in the center of the eyebrow are exactly the mask he wore when he was a purple-clad saint.
"Xiaotongtong!" Wei Yang's face showed an extremely distressed look, "The night before yesterday, you and I were drinking and talking, and now you are so heartless to me, you... are you also a person who gives up in anger?!"
Zi Tong raised her eyebrows, turned her face, and looked at Weiyang seriously, "What exactly do you want?!"
"Of course I want your people and your heart." Wei Yang smiled.
Zi Tong was neither angry nor smiling, and her tone was unusually serious, "This is your last chance. If you say it now, I will consider it carefully."
"Okay!" Weiyang also put away the playful smile on her face, raised her jade-white finger and pointed at the snack beside her, "I want it!"
"Impossible." Zi Tong immediately refused.
"Don't get me wrong, I don't want to take it away from you. You have already signed a contract, so this is impossible. What I mean is, I want a little bit of its blood and a piece of its scales." Weiyang shrugged.
Shrugging his shoulders, "To it, a scale is like a human hair. To you, it's easy!"
"Why?" Zi Tong asked.
There are thousands of scales on the body of the snack food, but it is just a scale. A little blood is really nothing, but it is unusual for him to ask for it so solemnly.
Weiyang looked at her ambiguously, "The scales and blood of a dragon are enough to lure several beautiful girls into my bed!"
Everyone knows that he is lying, and he does not hide that he is lying.
Weiyang was just answering her in another way, and he would not tell the real reason.
"Okay." Zi Tong nodded, "I can give it to you."
"I knew you were the best to me." Weiyang immediately gave her a wink that was enough to win people's hearts.
Beside, Beichen's eyes were like daggers, "Ye Weiyang!"
The anger in Beichen's tone was very obvious when he mentioned his name.
Wei Yang shrugged his shoulders, still smiling, and walked forward. He raised his left hand and put it on his chest. He elegantly gave Zi Tong an aristocratic courtesy, "Xiao Tong Tong, let me introduce you formally. My surname is Ye."
, Ye Weiyang."
Then, he raised his hand and reached for her palm.
brush!
Before he could touch Zi Tong's palm, a black thorn had already crossed over and blocked his fingertips. In the night wind, the hem of his robe was fluttering, and he looked as clean as a descendant.
Between the strands of black hair, there is a charming smile on the face of Qingguoqingcheng. It is Weiyang, the master of the temple.
Beichen was not surprised at all by Wei Young's appearance.
"Thirty percent!"
He opened and closed his lips and uttered two very simple words.
Wei Yang walked over lazily, "Thirty percent, isn't it a little less?"
"You don't have to!" Beichen said lightly.
"That's not too disrespectful to Senior Brother, is it?" Weiyang's eyes glanced at the purple pupil beside her, "How much do you give Xiaotongtong?"
His eyes fell on Zi Tong, and Beichen's voice became gentle, "What's yours is hers!"
"Then I don't want it, I'll give everything I have to my little Tongtong." Weiyang laughed, "Anyway, she is now the purple saint in my temple, she must be mine..."
Before he finished speaking, Zi Tong had already raised his hand and threw something towards him.
"Please, Lord Palace Master, take this back!"
Wei Yang raised his hand, and a mask fell on his palm.
The white background, purple patterns, and the nine-star pattern symbolizing the Nine-Star Temple in the center of the eyebrow are exactly the mask he wore when he was a purple-clad saint.
"Xiaotongtong!" Wei Yang's face showed an extremely distressed look, "The night before yesterday, you and I were drinking and talking, and now you are so heartless to me, you... are you also a person who gives up in anger?!"
Zi Tong raised her eyebrows, turned her face, and looked at Weiyang seriously, "What exactly do you want?!"
"Of course I want your people and your heart." Wei Yang smiled.
Zi Tong was neither angry nor smiling, and her tone was unusually serious, "This is your last chance. If you say it now, I will consider it carefully."
"Okay!" Weiyang also put away the playful smile on her face, raised her jade-white finger and pointed at the snack beside her, "I want it!"
"Impossible." Zi Tong immediately refused.
"Don't get me wrong, I don't want to take it away from you. You have already signed a contract, so this is impossible. What I mean is, I want a little bit of its blood and a piece of its scales." Weiyang shrugged.
Shrugging his shoulders, "To it, a scale is like a human hair. To you, it's easy!"
"Why?" Zi Tong asked.
There are thousands of scales on the body of the snack food, but it is just a scale. A little blood is really nothing, but it is unusual for him to ask for it so solemnly.
Weiyang looked at her ambiguously, "The scales and blood of a dragon are enough to lure several beautiful girls into my bed!"
Everyone knows that he is lying, and he does not hide that he is lying.
Weiyang was just answering her in another way, and he would not tell the real reason.
"Okay." Zi Tong nodded, "I can give it to you."
"I knew you were the best to me." Weiyang immediately gave her a wink that was enough to win people's hearts.
Beside, Beichen's eyes were like daggers, "Ye Weiyang!"
The anger in Beichen's tone was very obvious when he mentioned his name.
Wei Yang shrugged his shoulders, still smiling, and walked forward. He raised his left hand and put it on his chest. He elegantly gave Zi Tong an aristocratic courtesy, "Xiao Tong Tong, let me introduce you formally. My surname is Ye."
, Ye Weiyang."
Then, he raised his hand and reached for her palm.
brush!
Before he could touch Zi Tong's palm, a black thorn had already crossed over and blocked his fingertips.