As I thought at that time, hide her with a carefully made chain, so that she can no longer show a confused smile to other men. From then on, she only belongs to him.

After this picture appeared in my mind, it was like a giant beast rushing out of the prison. I could not restrain it any more. I cried wildly, and got her -

-

Duan Ziyin had been three days since she came back from Islam. She hurriedly returned to sukui to show her loyalty.

Su Kui didn't say much after listening, but she waved coldly and let her out.

She leans on the main seat, her eyes are half closed and languid, her face is a little pale, it seems that there is something in her body that has become different.

Duan Ziyin went out of the Yinluo hall and walked to her own yard. Her heart beat rapidly like a drum. She always felt that something bad was about to happen. She pinched the bottle in the dark pocket of her sleeve, her eyes dark.

Just now the woman looked at her eyes as if she had seen everything. Duan Ziyin knows that things can't be delayed any longer.

She pursed her lips, quietly walked into the yard under the eyes of the guard disciples, and then, imperceptibly, flashed out from another place. The goal is the nameless hall.

Yue Fusang likes to be clean, and he exists in the church as a hostage. So he doesn't like to be guarded, which is normal. Su Kui follows him.

That's exactly what happened. Duan Ziyin didn't spend too much energy when she came in. She dived in carefully and held her breath.

There was no one in the huge hall. Her eyes flashed, and she heard the crash of water. Her cheeks were hot and her breath was heavy.

Just as he was about to open the door of the soup pool room, suddenly a whisper came from inside, "who?!"

Duan Ziyin shrinks her hand and her face is red and white for a while. She feels very embarrassed for what she just did. She wanted to go in and have a look, as if she had been bewitched.

Silence for a moment, she cleared her throat, "it's me, Duan Ziyin."

There was no answer, and soon the door was opened.

The man with jade like body is well dressed, with black hair hanging over his shoulders, dyed by water vapor, and his hair dripping down. He passed Duan Ziyin and looked indifferent. "What are you doing?"

Ask clearly!

Duan Ziyin's heart rose and fell, but she forced a smile on her face and said, "the more childe I met with the Yue palace master today, he will come to rescue you in a few days, and then you will be free!"

Smell speech, the long knuckles hold the bone china tea cup hand slightly meal, he looks like the eyebrow light pick by the ink halo dye, a moment, just not salty way: "Duan Ziyin, because Manjusri treat you not thin, why do you have to betray her?"

He has a deep voice, which seems to be more hoarse because of his new bath. Tone light, can not hear the mood, Duan Ziyin but sensed the air, there are many oppressive factors in the restless floating.

Her eyes moved. She tightened the bottle in her sleeve and forced a smile. "What do you mean, Mr. Yue? In such a cannibal place, Manjusri controls everyone's body with insects. Why can't we resist? Is it necessary to be controlled by her like a killing tool all the time? "

The more Fusang listened to the sneer, "maybe," everyone was born with his own position and choice.

"But Duan Ziyin, I think, our transaction can be stopped --"