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They had clearly agreed to advance and retreat together, but in the end, he actually used her as a gun and used her to block the monitor, while he himself ran away. If it wasn't for her cleverness in avoiding that person's eyes, he would have died a miserable death.

He could not accompany the Master any longer. Thinking of this, Liu Ru Xin's teeth started to itch.

"You can go sleep on the bed. I'm a cultivator, I'm not tired."

"What are you saying? How could I, Feng Yin Xi, let you sit down and let me sleep on my bed?"

Feng Yin Xi was so nervous that he was about to stutter, but Han Zi Mo only thought that he was angry, and mistook him for looking down on his trash body, and anxiously explained: "Right now is not the time to care about other men and women, you just have to rest, and we can travel even faster tomorrow, or else at this moment."

As Han Zi Mo said this, she paused again. She had a feeling that the more she drew, the darker she felt …

"Why don't we sleep together? Let's sleep in the same clothes. I definitely won't touch you."

Feng Yin Xi didn't even know how these words came out of his mouth. His palms were covered with sweat and he didn't dare meet Han Zi Mo's surprised eyes.

Han Zi Mo was speechless, she had heard these words before in many movies and novels, one of the lies told by men, but Han Zi Mo was a person that Han Zi Mo could trust the most. She felt that Feng Yin Xi had some sort of inexplicable intimacy with him.

But at that moment, Mu Rong Cheng's arrogant and delicate face kept appearing in Han Zi Mo's mind, and he just coldly looked at Han Zi Mo, as if he was waiting to rape him. His eyes, on the other hand, quivered, and shook his head with all his might: "Go to sleep, I'm really okay, I'm really okay."

Han Zi Mo said, she turned and opened the door, and immediately fled.

Your Lordship, can you not be so omnipresent …

Han Zi Mo found a secluded corner, patted the dust on the ground, changed her clothes and sat down, then shifted her gaze onto Mu Rong Cheng.

"Foam..."

Mu Rong Cheng, who was in deep slumber or in a light coma, murmured softly. Like a midnight magic spell, it passed through the carburgher and reached Han Zi Mo's heart.

The carburgher moved its tentacles and uttered a sound to explain, causing Han Zi Mo's heart to tighten and feel a pain in her heart. That kind of suffocating feeling, as if they shared the same feelings, caused Han Zi Mo, who never allowed herself to cry, to also become blurry uncontrollably.

"Your Lordship is so brave, while he was lashing Your Lordship, he made the Your Lordship admit his wrongs and admit that the Master is a witch. Then, he could let the Your Lordship go, but the Your Lordship just kept his mouth shut and was badly mutilated. In the end, his subordinates could not watch any longer, they sacrificed their lives to save the Your Lordship."

Originally, carburgher did not plan to talk about these things, but in the past two days, even if Your Lordship was unconscious, she had only thought about Master, so her heart was still moved.

"Feng Yin Xi said that he would need three days to return …"

When he thought about how Mu Rong Cheng still had three days of purgatory pain to endure, Han Zi Mo really wanted to abandon Feng Yin Xi and leave by himself.

"Foam, foam …"

Mu Rong Cheng's brows tightly knitted together, as if he had just experienced a nightmare. His hands unconsciously clawed wildly at the air, and then, as if he had grasped hold of something, he muttered: "Don't go … true body is not a trash … "

In those days, Mu Rong Cheng had always been laughing and laughing, and Han Zi Mo had even thought that his mental strength was strong enough to resist Feng Yin Xi's mockery. Unexpectedly, she had only suppressed her concern and fear to the bottom of her heart.

"Fantasy …"

Following this soft cry, a person dressed in armor appeared in the room and spoke into the air. Han Zi Mo was stunned for a moment, then realised that a figure had appeared in the air, and looked at the person who had come over with a stern expression: "Speak!"

"More than half of the Crown Prince's wounded have been healed. We are in danger here, should we move?"

Most of the people in the Twelve Halls were spread out to search for traces of the Miss Han San. There were only the two of them left to guard the Your Lordship, and they had hidden it from the Your Lordship.

"Your Lordship is severely injured, and can't move at all."

Her illusory eyebrows furrowed tightly as she sighed: "I really don't understand why Your Lordship is acting in such a manner."

"The way of the Your Lordship is not for you to understand, but for you to obey!"

Before he had finished speaking, Huan Huan's stern voice rang out, causing his expression to freeze. He unconsciously stopped what he was doing: "This subordinate is speaking nonsense, voluntarily receiving punishment."

"Go to the God's Punishment Palace and lock him up for two hours."

As soon as Huan Huan finished speaking, he nodded his head and responded without hesitation, "As you command."

Seeing the two of them disappear, Han Zi Mo became even more anxious. The Your Lordship could not move right now, what if the Crown Prince finds him?

"Feng Yin Xi, I think you should stay at this inn for a few days to rest. I'll go deliver the medicine to Your Lordship, and after that I'll come back to find you."

Gritting his teeth, Han Zi Mo still charged into the room, ignoring Feng Yin Xi and blurting out these words, but the room was extremely quiet and there was not a single sound. Only then did Han Zi Mo realise that Feng Yin Xi was sleeping soundly, and did not seem to notice her intrusion.

As a good-for-nothing, his vigilance was at its lowest point, it could not even be compared to ordinary people. Han Zi Mo's nose soured as he turned around and walked out the door.

The instant the door closed, Feng Yin Xi opened his eyes. He turned his head to look at the tightly shut door, and his lips revealed a bitter smile. Even though both of their cultivations had been destroyed, he was still inferior to him.

"Master..."

Early in the morning, the door was pushed open. lotus root baby's fat little head stuck her head in, only to see Feng Yin Xi sitting at the table with a cold expression. "You failed again?"