Although Ye Xunhuan didn't mind having sex with such a beautiful woman, the anxiety and panic of the twin sisters did not escape his gaze. If you love me and I would be more than beautiful, he said, "No need, you go out. If the Archbishop asks, he will say it was said by this young master."

"Yes, Lord Saint." The twin girl was obviously relieved and turned away from the bathroom.

The twin girls walked outside, looked at each other, and patted their bloated breasts together.

"Sister, fortunately, Lord Saint does not love beauty, otherwise our innocent body will definitely be out of order." said the younger sister.

"You are wrong. It's not that the Lord Saint does not love beauty, but that he is unwilling to force us." The sister patted her sister's head and said.

"Is that so? I said, Lord Saint looked at us with a slight look, but why is the Saint he unwilling to force us? As long as he is willing, no woman in the Hanging City can resist his orders." The sister was a little confused.

"Because Lord Saint is a good person, okay, let's go, it won't make sense to you, this elm-headed person." A strange light flashed across the sister's eyes, and then she took her sister's hand and walked away.

At this time, the light tower standing in the center of the temple suddenly shone with a layer of white light. The lively hanging city quieted down. The streets were crowded with residents in the city, with solemn expressions, with hands on their chests, and looking up at the god tower in the center of the city.

"Clang...Clang...Clang..." The bell of light on the top of the Tower of Light was ringed. Every time it rang, waves of soft holy light would spew out from the Tower of Light, covering the entire city.

Ye Xunhuan was wearing a holy robe and a holy crown on his head. He was surrounded by the archbishop of the temple and ten cardinals.

"Article, what's going on in this hanging city?" Ye Xunhuan asked out the doubts in his heart. A city suspended in mid-air was surrounded by dense clouds of smoke, which was really puzzling.

The Archbishop shook his head and said, "This is the previous Temple Holy Lord who placed the Temple Base Camp here and developed the power of the temple to the extreme. Before he left, leave a sacred edict and let the temple withdraw all worldly forces."

"Oh, is this the fundamental reason for the decline of the temple?" Ye Xunhuan suddenly realized, otherwise with the strength of the temple, no empire in the secular world could compete with it.

"Yes, in fact, the real strength of the temple has not only not been reduced, but has improved a lot. The human race in this Sky City has a special physique. There are no ordinary people here. They are destined to be born magicians or natural warriors at birth. Although most of these people are not pure in physique, they can select some extremely talented people every year. These people will be trained by the temple. Most of the priests of the Templar Knights Legion and the samurai of the Light of the Templar Knights Legion are from these people." The Archbishop said.

Ye Xunhuan was shocked. The so-called natural magician and natural warrior refer to people who are born with sensations of magic elements or can induce energy in the air into their bodies. These people may not have a high achievement in the future, but they have already left the ranks of ordinary people and are born with the abilities of warriors and warriors.

The population of this Hanging City is more than 8 million, which means that the eight million people are magicians and warriors. What an amazing combat power it will be. The chance of such many people appearing with outstanding talents will be very high. No wonder the lineup when the Temple went to Luoyun Sect to attend the conference was so amazing.

"Senior Locke, are all this your masterpiece?" Ye Xunhuan thought to himself, and had a clearer understanding of old Locke's ability. In this game of chess, how many pieces did Senior Locke install in it? What is he? A crossing the river? Or a general chariot?

The group came to the Guangpeng Tower, and the Archbishop opened the gate of the tower and said, "Sir, go to the top of the Guangming Tower and say a few words to the people of the Hanging City. They have been looking forward to the return of the Saint for many years."

Ye Xuhuan entered the Light Tower and found that the Light Tower was not stacked layer by layer. It was like a cylinder with an empty center and a circular staircase around it led to the top of the tower.

"Why is this shape so familiar?" Ye Xunhuan muttered in her heart and went up the stairs. There were square small halls around the circular stairs. There were sculptures of gods in the hall, and there were panes outside the hall, which allowed you to see the scenery outside the tower.

"Blackwood Cliff!" Ye Xunhuan's heart suddenly shook, and this place appeared in his mind. Isn't the design of that place just like this light tower? The center is empty and dark, with circular steps, stone chamber... Isn't it just a revision in the Blackwood Cliff?

"Saint Lord, what's wrong with you?" The Archbishop saw Ye Xunhuan's steps stopped and his expression seemed very strange, so he stepped forward and asked.

"When was this Light Tower built?" Ye Xunhuan asked.

"According to ancient temple books, the Tower of Light existed in the hanging city from the beginning, and most of the temple buildings were already there." The Archbishop replied.

Ye Xunhuan nodded, pondered for a while, and continued to climb to the top of the tower. A vague thought arose in his mind, but the outline was still very blurry, so he didn't think about it for the time being.

When he arrived at the top of the Light Tower, the Qiankun ring in Ye Xunhuan's hand vibrated again. The original energy in his body uncontrollably transformed into the holy power of light, and the whole person floated up, and the pair of wings behind him spread in the wind.

At the same time, a seven-color rainbow appeared under his feet, and a halo formed by the holy power of light appeared behind him. The holy power of this halo seemed vast and boundless, wrapping the entire suspended city.

"The Holy Lord is coming, and all the people worship!" The Archbishop shouted and floated behind Ye Xunhuan with ten cardinals.

More than eight million people in the Hanging City knelt on the ground at the same time, praying devoutly, but at this time, Ye Xunhuan felt a strange energy pouring into the ring of Qiankun.

"My people, God of Light is with you..." Ye Xunhuan's voice is magnetically soft. With the energy of the holy power behind him, the sound is emitted one by one, like a spring breeze blowing on his face, which makes people feel very comfortable.

Ye Xunhuan pretended to be a god and was just right, otherwise he wouldn't have fooled Clodia and Abraham's brother and sister.

After saying a passage, Ye Xunhuan waved his hand and entered the Tower of Light, but the people in the Hanging City were reluctant to disperse for a long time.

Ye Xunhuan had many doubts in his heart, but the Archbishop could not answer them all, because he could not understand many things himself.

...

After a while, Nangong Chuxue lay in Ye Xunhuan's arms with satisfaction, feeling a little like a dream when everything she saw in front of her was about.

"Looking for fun at night..." Nangong Chuxue spoke, and wanted to speak but stopped.

"What's wrong?" Ye Xunhuan asked, caressing Nangong Chuxue's beautiful hair.

"Are you real? You always feel that you are becoming more and more illusory, and you are getting farther and farther away from me. Only when you hold you now and feel your heartbeat and your body temperature, will you feel that you are real and what I have." Nangong Chuxue rubbed his pretty face on Ye Xunhuan's chest and murmured.

Ye Xunhuan was stunned. Unexpectedly, Nangong Chuxue would feel this way. She never told him, and he had always ignored her feelings.

"Chuxue, no matter how high I stand or how far I fly, even if I leave your sight and your perception, I will always hold you in my heart and can always feel you. You must remember that my heart has a part forever with you." Ye Xunhuan said softly in Nangong Chuxue's ear.

Nangong Chuxue did not answer, but just held Ye Xunhuan's hand tighter, and Ye Xunhuan's chest could feel the wet and hot liquid flowing through, leaving an indelible mark of the soul.

"I believe, I will always believe..." Nangong Chuxue murmured softly and fell asleep.

Ye Xunhuan's palm slid on Nangong Chuxue's pink back, sighed softly, and women who had appeared in his life for a short time or had stayed for a long time appeared in front of him.

When a man soars into the sky, how many women can follow his pace? And when a relationship is too long and bumpy, how many women will choose to continue moving forward?

This is a profound question and a question worth pondering. However, everyone has their answer. The answer to Ye Xunhuan is that no matter how far he flies, as long as his woman sticks, persists, and is determined, he will definitely fly back again. He has no habit of abandoning women.

...

Crescent Town at dusk seemed very peaceful, with the elderly sitting under the eaves of their families, while the children chasing and playing with each other.

A woman's graceful figure was pulled long by the afterglow of the sunset. The woman was holding a horse and wearing a bright yellow tight warrior uniform, outlining her delicate figure. She was covered with a veil on her face, and her beautiful eyes were like autumn water looking around at this beautiful town.

This town seemed very familiar to her. She could not see strangeness in her eyes, but only emotion and nostalgia.

The first time I met him here. The hero’s complex to save beauty is always fantasized by countless girls.

"Will you still remember this Crescent Town when you look for happiness at night?" the woman said softly, as if she was talking to herself.

"This beautiful lady, isn't you aware of the way? Brother, please take you for free." At this moment, a young man stared at her with a lustful voice and said in a slutty voice.

The woman's eyes swept, and the young man suddenly stiffened, screamed suddenly and crawled away. She hummed coldly, and couldn't help but wonder why this man made her feel disgusted while the other man made her feel moved?

Fifty miles west of the Crescent Town is the imperial capital of the Great Jin Empire, and thirty miles southwest is the cemetery of the Peacock Family, the most wealthy family in the empire.

Luna walked into the cemetery. She had followed her grandfather Eble to worship her ancestors more than once, and she was quite familiar with it.

Suddenly, Luna stopped and looked at a luxurious tomb ahead. On the huge tombstone, there was a relief statue of the previous peacock owner Ebul.

Luna's tears fell down, and strings of pearls were like broken lines. The moment the tragedy happened, she waved a blue light, and then the blood mist in the sky was sprayed out of her grandfather Ebul's neck.

The blood mist seemed to turn into blood waves, surging in turmoil, as if to flood her.

Luna covered her cramped heart and knelt in front of Ebel's tomb, crying: "Grandpa, I'm sorry, Luna is here to apologize to you."
Chapter completed!