"Lord, where are you?" Ye Mutong's face was expressionless, only the movement of her lips. This eight or nine-year-old woman showed a charm that even adults have never had.

"It's dark and windy at night. It's not safe for the little girl to stay outside alone. Why don't you come back with me." The person who spoke was an extremely sexy woman. Her clothes were a little revealing. She looked smiling but not smiling.

Watching the twilight child.

Ye Mutong slowly raised his head. The Persian cat in his hand glanced lazily at the woman in front of him, and then closed his proud eyes.

"Yanshang, are you tired of living?"

"Oh, my Lord Priest, you have seen through this. It's so boring." The woman named Yanshang pulled away the human skin and mask on her face, revealing her original charming face. She smiled.

He looked at the woman in white in front of him.

"Is there any whereabouts of the Lord?"

"Well - there is no news about the Lord, but I found this." The woman named Yanshang took out a parchment roll from her clothes that were originally thin on fabric and spread it out.

"It's the Lord's note." Ye Mutong exclaimed.

"Giggle - it's really rare to see the expression on our priest's face." Yanshang covered her mouth and smiled secretly.

Ye Mutong glanced at Yanshang expressionlessly, and Yanshang immediately moved her hand down from her mouth. You must know that although the high priest looks only eight or nine years old, the viciousness of the priest is not something she can bear.

Yes. She is just a small regional deacon.

"Lord, what is written on it?" Seeing the priest staring at the parchment scroll for a long time, his face getting worse and worse, Yan Chang couldn't help but feel frightened. She recognized the word "Ye Mu Tong" on the parchment scroll.

Except for that, I don’t know any of the others.

Gu Yun once taught her some fonts that she called the 21st century, and she knew most of them. However, she never thought that since Gu Yun would let her...

"Master Priest?"

"Yanshang, burn it." Ye Mutong was silent for a while, then handed the parchment into Yanshang's hands.

"Yes, Lord Priest." Yanshang took the parchment scroll from Ye Mutong's hand. She lowered her head and raised her pink lips. She was obviously very dissatisfied with Ye Mutong's words. If this look is seen by a group of male animals, it must be a man.

Fantasy beauty.

"From now on, I am no longer the high priest of Tianwang Zun." Ye Mutong said in a calm tone.

"What! Master Priest?!" Yanshang suddenly raised her head and looked at Ye Mutong in surprise.

"Liang Meng... will be my master." Ye Mutong seemed to have made a very big decision. She read all the contents on the parchment. The Lord was indeed threatened.

.And the only thing that can save the Lord is the ice stone. It turns out that

The ice stone was in Jin Yan's hands, but Ye Mutong got the news from Qu Molin that the ice stone was now in Liang Meng's hands. If there was no ice stone, what would that man do to her?

What the Lord could do...she couldn't imagine.

"Ji, Lord Priest? You, what are you talking about?" Yanshang looked at the eight or nine-year-old woman in front of her in disbelief. Judging from her expression, it was obvious that she was not lying.
Chapter completed!