Zhou Wan thinks he is a love saint.

From the first sight when he saw Shao Siming, he fell in love with this girl and was willing to give everything to her.

Unfortunately, the long-term pursuit did not work.

In the end, he believed that such a woman would never be attracted to men in her life, nor would she be possessed by men.

So he put his admiration on Wucai Luo again.

Although my grandfather repeatedly warned him that this silly girl is actually very scheming and should not provoke her.

Cute love is indefinite.

With his identity as the grandson of the great elder of the Yin-Yang Sect, he may really be able to achieve a marriage and bring a beautiful woman back.

So when the Holy Son "bullyed" Wucai Luo, he was extremely angry.

Even if you can't beat the Holy Son, you still have to find some face for your woman and teach the other party a lesson.

Perhaps this will win some favorability from the beauty.

It was night, the moon was dark and the wind was high.

Two Yin-Yang Sect disciples walked along the moonlight and tiptoed to a rockery behind the rockery, and walked to Zhou Wan in the shadow.

One of them whispered: "Senior Brother, the shocking thunder has been buried."

Zhou Wan nodded with satisfaction, a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and asked, "Didn't you disturb them?"

The disciple shook his head quickly: "No, we buried the shocking thunder below through secret passages."

"That's good, you guys go back first."

Zhou Wan took out the rune used to control the explosion of thunder and said lightly.

Another disciple hesitated for a moment, and was a little worried: "Brother, will something happen? If the elder knew about this, I'm afraid..."

"Don't worry, I'll take care of the matter."

Zhou Wan said impatiently.

Seeing that the senior brother had made up his mind and the two disciples were not able to continue persuading him, they left here.

"Stinky monk, do you still dare to be arrogant?"

Zhou Wan held the talisman tightly, a sarcastic cold light burst out from his bright eyes, and turned toward the guest room.

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The candlelight flames in the room swayed the desolate light, pulling the figure that shone on the wall for longer.

It had been four hours since King Buzang left, and the other party had not yet returned, and his uneasy emotions began to envelope the hut, which made the Holy Son's brows always locked.

"Son of the Holy Son, the Dharma King... nothing will happen to him."

The middle-aged monk, who was a follower, began to worry.

The Holy Son silently turned the Buddhist beads in his hand and looked out the window. His tone was as calm as the wrinkles: "With the cultivation of the Dharma King, it is difficult for anyone in the Yin-Yang Sect to hurt him at present."

The eyes of the middle-aged monk flashed: "Will the Dharma King find the 'thing beyond the heaven'?"

The Son nodded gently: "It's possible."

The middle-aged monk laughed and said, "If this 'thing thing' is obtained by my Tantric Buddhism, plus the Grand Master's Destiny, this trip to Yin and Yang Sect would be worth it."

The Holy Son looked at the cold tea on the table and said nothing.

He remembered Dashiming again.

This time when he came to Yin and Yang Sect, he thought it would be easy to persuade Dasiming to cooperate with him in practicing the exercises. After all, without his help, Dasiming would most likely die in Yin and Yang Sect.

But unexpectedly, the woman left no room for compromise.

For the sake of the man he loved, he didn't even want his life, which made the Holy Son unexpectedly and felt quite depressed.

But no matter what, that woman he must get.

There are many women in the world who are more beautiful than Yun Zhiyue, but if you want to find such a perfect body, you are like looking for a needle in a haystack.

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Not far away, Zhou Wan threw the crushed talisman on the ground.
Chapter completed!