There is a kind of person in the world who is different from ordinary people, either inhumane or has little interest. He has to look at others' joy to have pleasure. In short, he is perverted.

Not to mention this kind of person, is Yu Ci a pervert? Of course not, at least in this regard it is definitely not.

Since this is the case, Yu Ci, who can only be a bystander, did not have the interest to continue the drama of Gui Yan and Fan Lingrong. Regardless of whether the latter is a beauty or not, it is like this. This is because of the fact that Gui Yan is following Gui Yan's temperament, but more importantly, it is still planned to use the methods of the Six Destiny Demons to take the opportunity to spy on the secrets and cover up their identity.

Before this, Gui Yan took his gaze back from the door. Among the group of people who had just left, Lu Gan's gaze was a little strange. In this way, 90% of the news obtained from Duan Xiang was taken seriously.

Gui Yan is too familiar with doing such things. He can come up with many tricks based on his instinct. He put Fan Lingrong on the table and hooked it up and lifted the collar of the female cultivator's gorgeous clothes to reveal some greasy skin. Due to the limited area, there are no hills and valleys, but it is like a cold smell of musk, thrusting into his nose.

"Tsk, it smells so good!"

Gui Yan's words are more serious than the commonly used context. This wisp of fragrance is not a spice, nor is it like a natural body fragrance. It should be because it is often bathed in this fragrance and immersed in the texture. Yu Ci thought of a record in the Wuming Sutra. When his mind moved, Gui Yan pressed his finger on the snow muscles and gently rubbed it slowly:

"I heard that Mr. Fan and Mr. Guo are in love with each other..."

Halfway through, Fan Lingrong's eyes, which had been empty and helpless, seemed to be hurt by something, but the eyes were closed, but there was already water light at the corners of his eyes.

This is the news that Yu Ci got from Duan Xiang, which is also an open secret. Fan Lingrong, the owner of Longxintang, is actually the wife of Guo Zhan, the young master of Tianhai Sect. Longxintang and Tianhai Sect used this in-laws to jointly host a large-scale business in the South China Sea. They were doing well, but they suffered heavy damage due to the strong intervention of the Chamber of Commerce.

Lu Gan, who had just bowed to Gui Yan's feet, is the Lord of the "Da Zhen Hall" whose status is only under the sect leader Guo Ziyang. Fan Lingrong also wanted to call him "Second Uncle", but this relationship seems not very reliable now.

"Oh, why is that?" Gui Yan laughed loudly, and the evil hand moved upwards, pinching Fan Lingrong Jianqiao's chin, "It turns out that a woman made of water... she transforms into shape with the momentum, can bend and stretch."

The previous few words shook the house, and they heard it inside and outside, but the eight characters behind them were as thin as a gossip. Then they bent down and the tips of their noses were about to touch each other. They smiled softly: "If you really have harmony with him, why should you bathe with sea musk all year round? Although the cold fragrance is so cold that it is a different love, it is a matter of pregnancy and will cause damage to your husband?"

Fan Lingrong's beautiful eyes that had just closed suddenly opened, and his long eyelashes even touched Gui Yan's side face. At this distance of breath that could be heard, the owner of Longxin Pavilion ignored all his pitiful appearance and said seriously:

"The Demon Lord is aware of Wanli, and Ling Rong dares not deceive each other, but please get up and tell him."

"Then get up."

Gui Yan is really easy to talk to. Not only did he allow her, he also thoughtfully covered her neckline and covered her spring scenery.

Fan Lingrong lowered her eyes and slowly supported half of her body. Although she was in an awkward situation, her every move was still elegant and beautiful, just like a lady who had just fallen asleep in spring, with her own charm.

But in her heart, she was not as calm as she behaved.

Gui Yan, who dominated her life and death, had a blue fire in her eyes, but she couldn't sit still. The more he did this, the less she was in Fan Lingrong's heart. She only felt that Gui Yan was similar to the legend but not the spirit, and was unpredictable. All the ways to deal with it before were deviated a little.

Holding her uneasy, she tidied up her clothes, bowed down, and then knelt down and said, "I won't tell you the secret, please let the Demon Lord take his back."

When the ghost heard this, he looked at the beautiful maid's face.

After Wang, Hu and others withdrew, there were still beautiful maids in the hall. Gui Yan was by his side and there were three people in the hall. These beautiful maids were all strictly trained and knew how to advance and retreat, and were all smart. In this context, the "suspended retreat" mentioned by Fan Lingrong is by no means a good word.

That's no different from "silence".

Especially when Gui Yan's eyes reached, the fire was so deep that one side of the maid was unconsciously weak on his knees and fell to the ground, wanting to kowtow and beg for mercy, but he saw Gui Yan's smile and didn't know what it meant.

She was confused, and inexplicably confused, and stood up in a daze, walked by Fan Lingrong, and then, in the open-air hall, the friction and demise of clothes sounded.

Fan Lingrong finally couldn't help but look back. He saw that the beautiful maid who had just been disgusted with ghosts was sticking to a companion in the hall who was standing a little far away. Both of them were blushing on their faces, half-dressed, and their snowy muscles were working together, rubbing them endlessly. In addition, the other two beautiful maids also slowly walked forward, and in a moment they squeezed into a ball, panting and moaning, and being indescribable.

This scene is like tinea oil for men in the world. In Fan Lingrong's eyes, there is a cold and cold air penetrates into his mind. He knows more clearly that the gods and ghosts of the Demon Lord in front of him are unpredictable.

She didn't dare to look again, turned her face and bowed deeply again: "Lingrong dared to ask the Demon Lord Qu Ju, the Supreme Master of Longxintang."

Before Gui Yan could speak again, Fan Lingrong continued: "Everyone knows that the chaos in the southern country is inevitable. There is rumors that Donghua Palace once purchased the Phantom Pill Essence to prepare for the reincarnation of the True Lord of Donghua, but he was caught in the middle of the journey. The Phantom Pill Essence was stolen, which also leaked the situation. So earlier today, news came out that the Fenying Zhenren who died at the foot of Donghua Mountain some time ago was the cousin of the sword immortal Li Bocai. The attack on Jianxuan was only sooner or later. There were rumors that the Demon Sect went south to take advantage of the fire to rob... The chaos in the Southern Country was in the present, but only chaos was born, it was time to make great achievements!"

The female cultivator kowtowed heavily: "Longxin Hall has damaged its vitality. In the current southern country, there is no force to fight, but now it is a dark line. If the Demon Lord comes to the throne, the Demon Lord will definitely improve to a higher level and his status will be different in it. If he can use the power, Ling Rong is 90% sure, so that the Demon Lord can build a foundation in the southern country and dominate the country..."

But she stopped talking because Gui Yan reached out again, pinched her chin and forced her to raise her head.

Looking at each other, Fan Lingrong saw the faint blue light in Gui Yan's eyes, but he didn't see it opposite him. In the woman's eyes, there was a sea of ​​fire filled with ambition?

However, Yu Ci at the core of the heart had nothing to do with the prospects outlined by Fan Lingrong, and he was thinking:

This woman can at least be a diligent demon.
Chapter completed!