The night gradually approached, and the wilderness was dark and dark. The cold wind on both sides of the river was very fast. Huang Rong's internal strength was weak, far from reaching the point where the cold wind was invincible. She couldn't help but feel a hint of coldness.

She turned around and looked at the border city, and there was only the lights left. She no longer saw the terrifying sword light. In addition, she felt at ease, and a little more complicated feeling came out.

She has never attached much importance to martial arts, but now she is a little shaken.

The black-sailed boat was tied next to the river bank. With the rising and falling waves of water coming from time to time, Wang Dong walked straight onto the black-sailed boat.

Huang Rong was still a little distracted and absent-minded, and followed Wang Dong's footsteps and stepped onto the boat.

Bang!

A wave hit, and the black-sailed boat swayed unsteadily. Huang Rong staggered under her feet, stood unsteadily, and she was about to fall into the river with a whisper.

Suddenly, an invisible energy emerged from behind her, pulling Huang Rong back with half of her foot in the air.

Wang Dong helped Huang Rong, who was still scared, into the cabin, stretched out two fingers to explore her pulse, and looked at her face again. Seeing that she was uneasy, a trace of whiteness appeared on her pretty face.

"You are so sad!" Wang Dong only glanced at him and understood it.

Once a master's martial arts is used, it will be shocking. Just as Lin Pingzhi's first-hand learning of the 72-way evil-proof sword technique can scare Yu Canghai to fight against him head-on because of his strange sword path.

The Thirteen Death-Saving Swords are so fierce, fierce, and fierce, and murderous. Even Wang Dong was quite surprised, let alone Huang Rong, who has a low vision.

For the first time, Huang Rong saw such a terrifying sword technique. In a daze, she was taken advantage of by the murderous intent contained in the Thirteen Deadly Swords, which shook her mind and damaged her spirit.

Of course, this damage is minimal, so she just needs to have a good sleep. She will sleep well for one night and get up the next day.

However, there will be a little sequelae here, that is, when she sees the Thirteen Deadly Swords again, the shadows left before will become flaws in her mind.

This sequelae is just a trivial matter for Wang Dong, and he said immediately: "Sit up next to me!"

There was an unquestionable tone in his voice, and Huang Rong wanted to refuse. But after hearing this, her lips moved slightly for a few times, and finally sat over obediently.

Wang Dong then closed his eyes, and the ancestral orifice in the middle of his eyebrows opened, as if there were traces of spiritual light surging.

Huang Rong saw that Wang Dong's eyebrows seemed to have opened his eyes, revealing a ray of spiritual light. The ray of spiritual light was like sunlight and moonlight, both warm and gentle.

She looked at this scene in surprise and doubt. She rubbed her eyes and looked at it again, but where was the sky eyes?

However, Wang Dong's body was surrounded by bright luster, as if he was covered with a layer of treasure light. The treasure light spread out and immediately wrapped Huang Rong in.

In an instant, Huang Rong felt a calm and peaceful atmosphere filled her heart. She felt very comfortable and at ease.

She had a hint of shock and palpitations. She was removed from her breathing, and even the deepest part of her heart produced unprecedented joy and joy.

All the things that made her heart sad seemed to go far away. Such comfort and tranquility made her unable to help but approach Wang Dong again.

"Ruyi Demon, Great Freedom Method!"

I don’t know how long it took, but Wang Dong slowly closed his mysterious skills, and the treasure light contained within it disappeared.

He looked down and saw Huang Rong's two beautiful and white little hands crossed and resting on her thighs. She had already fallen asleep. She breathed out a sweet smell, and she still had a sweet smile on her face. She didn't know what she dreamed of.

Wang Dong gently stroked her silky smooth hair, without any hesitation that he loved Huang Rong quite a bit, so he brought her by his side.

He has always regarded himself as an activist, and he still has this method.

A sneer.

Wang Dong bounced his fingers and sent a wisp of finger wind, breaking the iron chain tied with the black-sailed boat. Then his robe sleeves were raised, sending out a strong wind, and the black-sailed boat quickly floated to the middle of the river.

Then Wang Dong ignored it and let the black-sailed boat go down with the flow.

Of course, this black-sailed boat was not abandoned by others, but arranged by Murong Qiudi. The hull seemed not big, but it seemed very spacious to accommodate two people inside.

The boat board is covered with a layer of soft cashmere, which is extremely comfortable when stepped on it, and there is even a carefully carved wooden bed inside.

Three-layer shelves are hung on the four walls of the cabin. Each layer is carefully arranged, with some things placed, and the second layer is filled with various food, and of course there is no shortage of good wine.

Even though the wine jar has not been opened, Wang Dong has already smelled a mellow smell of wine, at least thirteen famous wines, from all over the world.

Since there was good wine, Wang Dong was not polite. He took it and drank it casually, and thought to himself.

He just used the Great Freedom of Heavenly Demons. This martial art is a secret spiritual technique. In the eyes of ordinary righteous people, it is very evil and unreliable magic. He really doesn't know that this is just a magical use of the soul. It can confuse the gods, but it can naturally calm the gods, and the thoughts move according to the heart and change their wishes.

From a certain perspective, it has similarities with the magic sword technique of the Demon Sect. It is precisely because Wang Dong ordered Murong Qiudi to find out whereabouts of the Demon Sect, and to see the magic sword method, and to absorb the essence of the demon possession of the heavenly demon and the inner demon possession of the sword.

What a pity!

Wang Dong murmured to himself, quickly extinguished the regret and started drinking on his own.

The next morning, Huang Rong woke up slowly with a rush of clear water flowing. She stretched comfortably, feeling full of energy and feeling unprecedentedly comfortable.

After stretching her waist, she wiped the saliva from the corner of her mouth without any manners. She suddenly came to her senses and suddenly froze.

"Miss Huang is early!" Wang Dong greeted him, while admiring the girl's lazy beauty of sleeping and waking up for the first time.

Huang Rong looked stiffly, remembering that she had slept on the other person's leg for a night and she drooled unconsciously, and she was about to break down.

The heat on her pretty face quickly evaporated and turned red. She jumped up, regardless of the scattered hair when she first woke up: "You...why are you here...oh!"

But I forgot to control my strength. With a bang, my fair and smooth forehead hit the crossbar on the cabin again, and a red mark immediately appeared, which made her scream in pain.

"Miss is asking strangely. Where else can I be without me here?" Wang Dong asked with a smile.

"No...I want to say...I'm saying..." Huang Rong was incoherent and didn't know how to organize the language for a while.

Wang Dong stood up leisurely, walked to Huang Rong, reached out to caress her forehead, and stroking her. Inspired by a warm true energy, the red mark had dissipated in a blink of an eye.
Chapter completed!