Ming Yulong stood there without moving. Maybe she was not her at this time.

Her mind was drowsy, but a great pressure came over the whole room, making her feel uncomfortable.

In a daze, she felt the huge pressure approaching her chest. Although she was suppressed, she still tried her best to avoid it instinctively.

This avoidance is a step back.

The leader's hand fell in mid-air. Looking at his fingers that were being avoided, a smileless coldness appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said coldly:

"My kissed good disciple, I haven't seen each other for only a year, have you forgotten your master?"

A struggling color appeared on Ming Yulong's face, but it was just very light, just like a very tiny star in the summer night sky, and a very tiny star flashed in the sky.

However, he was still held in his eyes by the leader of the Yin Sheng Sect.

He slowly withdrew his fingers, and a huge red gem ring on his left hand shone coldly in the room, reflected in his eyes, giving birth to a strange color.

"You can't even control yourself with the soul-locking spell. You desperately want to escape from my side. Xiaolong'er, how can you treat your master like this? Haven't you said since you were a child that the person you like the most is the master? Isn't it okay to let your master touch it?"

His words were casual, but the air in the room felt more and more shocking.

Ming Yulong's body shook, his whole face turned pale, he looked at the leader and shook his head, "There is no disciple."

"No? When did you learn to lie?" The voice of the leader of the Yin Sheng Cult was a little smile, but Ming Yulong could hear the anger in his plain tone. He pulled Ming Yulong and grabbed it in his arms, lowered his head and attached his lips to her ear, biting her earlobe, and said lazily:

"I heard from Bo Jun and the others that you didn't even go back to the Yin Sheng Sect for the sake of another man. It would be fine if you don't want your senior brothers and sisters. Why don't you even want your master? You are so disobedient."

Disobedient...

Who's listening to...

Ming Yulong was in chaos. She didn't want to be hugged, but she couldn't control her body and was hugged. She couldn't see everything in front of her, but she could feel that the person who wanted to hug her in front of her was not Rong Yi.

Feeling her resistance, the leader's voice became colder, "Tell me, who is the man who made you abandon your master?"

......

At this time, no one in Linglong Pavilion noticed Ming Yulong's abnormality at this time.

In the yard, Feng'er poured tea for Ming Yulong and took Nanzhi's snacks and went into the room. After walking a few steps, he saw a purple handsome figure coming from the door of the yard.

"Prince Rong, you are here." Looking at Rong Yi, Feng'er's eyes lit up suddenly, "Miss is in the house. Now I will pour another cup of tea for the prince."

Rong Yi nodded.

Qu Shang, who was following him, looked at Feng'er's happy appearance and couldn't help but touch his slightly round chin. "In the future, with Miss Feng'er accompanying Miss Ming in Lanyun Pavilion, Luoshui will have a companion."

Rong Yiyouran looked at the sky covered with red clouds, thinking about the old prince De who was always inconsistent with Ming Yulong, and smiled in a light voice:

"It's not just that Yunlan Pavilion is lively, but Prince De's Mansion will also become lively."

As the two of them spoke, they headed towards Ming Yulong's house.
Chapter completed!