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Xun Ran nodded and said, he kept busy.

Soon, only Duan Ziyin was left in the hall, and the male slaves who were still graceful with the crowd knelt on the ground and watched Su Kui take the crowd away.

When the person disappeared out of sight, he could no longer see it, and Duan Ziyin slowly stood up from the ground. I didn't take a look at these lowly male slaves, and she hurried away with something hidden in her heart.

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Inroism is very large and is divided into several areas.

The southwestern part is the place where disciples and apprentices are trained, and just north is the arsenal of Inroism. The last and largest area with the best view is the residence and main hall of the former leader in the direction of the east.

At this time, it was summer, the season of long grass warriors flying, the rippling lake water, full of lotus flowers competing open, embracing clusters of pink, white, swaying with the breeze.

The nine-curtain verandah and the octagonal pavilion suspended on the water are very charming in the south of the river. At the moment, at the end of the pontoon, a Tsing Yi man stands with his hand down.

The wind curled his long black hair, he looked into the distance, unable to see his look.

Duan Ziyin stared at the spot for a long time, just like courage, grasping the accessories around the waist, stepping on the pontoon lightly and walking towards Fusang.

Until she came to the front, Yue Fusang did not respond. She thought he had not noticed, opened her mouth, and did not know how to speak, but listened to the cold, low voice of the man with her back to her.

"Duan Zuo protector?"

Duan Ziyin was shocked and looked up hurriedly, but he saw that Yue Fusang did not turn back. How did he perceive that she was? She didn't say anything, and wasn't his cultivation completely blocked?

Now, Duan Ziyin has a feeling that what stands before him is a figure who can be the leader after a few years of Ming Dao. Not in the rumors, the Changqing Palace young palace master who resembles a fairy, and has no real name.

"It's me, Young Master."

Yue Fusang looked down, and there was a gust of wind hitting a piece of catkins. He stretched out his hands, and the white catkins fell into his palm.

"Before, thank you for your help."

Although, in his opinion, these help does not need. Because Manshu didn't intend to kill him at all, her bad taste made her want to torture him more. It is best to seduce him to fall in love, so that she can control him better.

Yue Fusang couldn't say anything in his heart, but he vaguely realized that this feeling was driving him to do something incorrect. And those thoughts that suddenly appeared, he himself, could not tell what it was.

But this is bad for him.

Because of his heart, the most obvious thing is that it seems to be less annoying to Inmanshu.

Why is it uncomfortable to see Inmanshu being so good with a man who is eight points like him? There was always an involuntary appearance in his mind that night, he was in the secret room, the scent of the tempting mandala lingering in his nose and her soft little hands. With her daughter's coquettishness, a lot of domineering in the daytime was lost.

Now, her share is special, it seems that he is not alone.

There was some irritability in his heart, his hands behind him tightened, and his cold eyes sank a bit.

Duan Ziyin could only feel the breath of the man around him seemingly unstable for a moment. When she wanted to feel it carefully, he had recovered as usual, as if she had just noticed it was just an illusion.

"It's okay, I just think people like Yuezi shouldn't be treated like this." She said, tearing her lips.