Chapter 909

"Then you have to promise that you can't kill me." the man really hurt badly. He looked at Song Ningyu, and his eyes were full of anxiety.

Song Ningyu's eyebrows became a little fierce and his tone was as cold as winter: "you are not qualified to talk to me about conditions. Untie it for me!"

In his panic, the mask on the man's face fell to the ground. It was a scarred face with countless nicks, which destroyed the originally handsome face.

He put the mask back disorderly, stared at Song Ningyu, and trembled with a seven star sword in his hand.

Song Ningyu Yang raised her hand. The rope in her hand touched the treasure knife, and the tightly tied rope fell one after another. Her hand was free. She grabbed the knife in his hand and rowed on her leg. Her fingering was strange and connected several points on her body, and her thick internal power was untied.

The man looked at Song Ningyu in surprise: "you... How can you..."

"Oh, your master wearing this mask once taught me that this is the antidote." she fumbled for a medicine from her purse and threw it to the man in front of her. He looked at Song Ningyu in surprise.

"I... don't you hate my appearance?"

Song Ningyu sat on the collapse and looked down to clean up the medicine powder of different colors stained on his waist: "some people are rough, but their heart is good. Some people, modest gentlemen, are just animals in clothes. You can't know people just by their faces." this man's nature is not bad.

He swallowed the medicine, took a step up and sat at the collapsed tail where song Ningyu was sitting, married the mask and murmured, "he said that he was going to find his little apprentice, and maybe he would never come back again. Unexpectedly, he was right in his words. Volume 10 of the fire phoenix scroll is very important to the patriarch."

The cool wind is blowing. The man sitting next to song Ningyu is missing Chunsu with a sad look. She should miss the person with such a look.

"You must have heard our conversation." song Ningyu sorted it out for a while and found that the colors had stained the clothes and couldn't be wiped off, so he didn't wipe them at all, and looked down at the slightly disordered clothes.

"Indeed, I heard that the elders of the pear family are now the head of the clan. They are compatriots and brothers. They are also very similar. They know each other very well." the man lowered his head and his thin body trembled slightly.

"Young master Tang came out of the black hell. He dared to teach the smoke. In fact, young master Tang's nature is not bad, but he has become a little crazy after being forced by the elders all the year round. When the old clan leader knew you were coming, he told me that he saw hope. You must help the old clan leader."

Song Ningyu frowned: "isn't there a little Lord? Lanrou's father."

"The young master seldom talks with the patriarch, so the young master never thought that someone would pretend to be the patriarch." the man bowed his head and played with the mask in his hand. Song Ningyu grabbed it. The delicate feel almost made song Ningyu feel that it was a real human skin mask stripped from his face.

"What is the patriarch now..."

"Lady! Are you all right?" Gong Zilin ran through the roofs and finally landed next to song Ningyu, flying towards the man with one foot! The man was kicked to the wall by Gong Zilin!

Gong Zilin's foot strength is not bad. That foot will basically kill the man! Song Ningyu frowned slightly, looked at Song Ningyu and said helplessly, "he said, this patriarch is not the other patriarch. I was about to ask him where the old patriarch is!"

Gong Zilin touched his nose. Only then did he know that he had done bad things with good intentions!

"Did he bring you out? I went back to the room and didn't see you. My heart was almost stopped. He deserved it! As for the position you said, I've found it." Gong Zilin carefully picked song Ningyu up from the collapse.

The man was lying on the ground with blood slowly spreading out from the corners of his mouth. It was estimated that it was an internal injury.

"I'm fine. Where's the holy doctor?" song Ningyu subconsciously circled Gong Zilin's neck, and LAN Rou, hiding in the dark, stamped her feet angrily! If you want to kill a person, it's mother-in-law! Well, let someone escape!

"He's looking for you in another place! Go back first." Gong Zilin hugged song Ningyu all the way back to the house. The master of the holy medicine pavilion was lying comfortably on the soft collapse in the house, holding a glass of wine between his fingers. He raised his eyebrows when he saw song Ningyu being held back.

"I knew it must be your husband who could find you at last, so I didn't go to join the fun. How? Who dares to be fascinated by you? And you, a doctor, would be fascinated by such a low-level incense?"

Song Ningyu ignored his sarcasm and said coolly, "even the royal family may not have this fragrance. Once you hear it, it will take effect. You have that ability. Do it yourself and show it to me."

The master of Shengyi Pavilion drank the wine cup in his hand and approached song Ningyu's ear emperor in a low voice: "tomorrow I'll go with him to explore the position of the old clan leader. You find a way to hold the fake clan leader. Don't arouse his suspicion."

Then the master of the holy doctor's Pavilion stood up and stretched lazily: "it's midnight, which is most suitable for husband and wife. Alas, lonely people like me can only go back and hold the quilt by themselves." his tone was somewhat lost and uninhibited. He opened the door, glanced at the eight people guarding the door, closed the door and went back to the next door.

Gong Zilin pushed song Ningyu into the bedroom, then began to take off his clothes, outer yarn, belt, and then clothes and robes... One by one, moving slowly and gracefully.

Song Ningyu raised her eyebrows and warned, "you dare to take it off and go out to sleep today!"

Gong Zilin took off his inner clothes slightly stiff and touched his nose: "well, how can it be? What are you thinking all day, madam.

Song Ningyu didn't bother to pay attention to him. He moved to the bed in his inner clothes. Before he moved his legs, Gong Zilin rushed over, took the man into his arms, covered the quilt and went to bed.

"You loosen up! It's hot." song Ningyu's stuffy voice came down from under the quilt. Gong Zilin pulled down the quilt and covered song Ningyu's neck.

"Where is the pine?" he asked knowingly. The hand across song Ningyu's waist tightened again, and the two people under the quilt stuck tightly and seamlessly.

"Stay away from me!" song Ningyu couldn't bear it! He clasped his hand around his waist and gathered his internal power.

Gong Zilin's loosened arm crossed over and used both hands and feet. He clasped song Ningyu's hard work in his arms: "to loosen the quilt is also to loosen the quilt! Sleep, there was a hard battle yesterday."

Song Ningyu stared at the flickering red candle burning for a long time beside the bed and remained silent.

"Madam, you have two choices after these things are handled!"

"What choice?" song Ningyu asked subconsciously as she looked at the red candle. In her mind, she remembered the red candle on the night of her wedding with Gong Zilin in Tangguo.

Gong Zilin leaned close to her ear and said in a low and sexy voice, "come with me or take me."

"Sleep."

Gong Zilin held people tightly in his arms. He was a little uneasy. He didn't know what she thought. Everything had to be discussed again after it was handled.