Master Fang stared at him with his eyes, he dared not speak or distracted. Although Huang Youzeng was guarding outside, he would rush in if there was any noise inside.

But the saint had no intention of taking action, so Master Fang quickly calmed his mind and adjusted his inner breath. After he stabilized his inner breath, he must make this bitch look good.

"Master Fang, do you guess I'm wearing clothes under this robe?" What kind of saint is this?

The saint dared not take action. Once he took action, he would inevitably alarm people outside. Master Fang quickly closed his eyes, but the picture felt stronger when he closed his eyes.

"Don't you want to marry me? I'll stand in front of you now." The saint said that the robe fell to the ground.

Master Fang began to twitch, his face half turned pale and half turned red.

At this time, he couldn't even do it even if he wanted to speak out. Finally, after he found that he was unable to control his inner breath, he opened his eyes wide.

But when he opened his eyes, the saint's robe was still on his body.

Master Fang died with a smirk and stared at him.

The saint tied the buttons of her clothes and started to pick up the parchment roll. She did take off her robe just now, but when Master Fang opened his eyes, she put it on again.

All of this was cheaper than Zhang Ziling on the beam.

Zhang Ziling: I didn’t mean to see it!

She picked up the parchment and quickly recorded the great movement of the universe on it, but she was worried that Huang Youzeng outside would come in, and the cumbersome and complicated scriptures were very difficult to memorize.

Finally, she looked at the roll for a quarter of an hour, then put down the roll and turned away. After she left, Zhang Ziling picked up the roll and glanced it and remembered it in her mind.

He has super memory, and after reading this, he remembers it.

When Huang Youjun came in, the body of Master Fang was completely cold.

"Chief Master! Leader!" Huang Youzun shouted.

His screams alarmed everyone. When everyone rushed into the secret room, Zhang Ziling had already left. However, he still did not leave on the top of Guangming. It snowed heavily a few days ago, and the road down the mountain was blocked by heavy snow.

"The leader of the sect is possessed by fire." King Jin said after checking.

Liang Zuo's envoy and the four Dharma Kings all confirmed that Master Fang was involved in the devil's death when he practiced the Great Transfer of the Universe, but Huang You's envoy always felt that there was something wrong with it.

"I heard that something happened to Master Fang." The saint also appeared in front of everyone.

"The leader is dead." Huang Youzun said.

His gloomy eyes stared at the saint. He suspected that Master Fang's death had something to do with this saint. Although there was no evidence, he just felt that this matter was not that simple.

The saint's performance was very good. He was surprised at first, but after being surprised, he was glad, but in the end he was horrified.

"How did Master Fang die?" she asked carefully.

After seeing her appearance, Huang Youzun had already passed away his suspicion.

She was surprised to show that she really didn't know that Master Fang was dead. Fortunately, because Master Fang would not bother her again because he died. The saint needed to remain holy, so she would not be with Master Fang.

The fear was because of fear that the Ming Cult members suspected that she had something to do with Master Fang's death.

"It was a devil when practicing martial arts." Liang Zuojun said in a sad tone. However, there was something strange in his eyes when he looked at the saint.

After settling down the body of the leader Fang, Huang Youzeng asked the saint's maid separately what the saint was doing when the leader died.

The maid recalled that the saint was bathing at that time.

Hearing this, Huang Youzun completely dispelled his suspicion of the saint.

That night, the Saint had just fallen asleep when she heard something outside the window.

She stood up and heard the person outside the window say, "If the saint doesn't want to kill the leader to death, please come to the back mountain to gather."

The saint took a deep breath and finally jumped out of the window.

When I arrived at the back mountain, I saw Liang Zuojun sitting on the desk drinking and saying, "Bonnie Atti, come and have a drink."

The saint's name was BoniAtti, and she walked generously to Liang Zuoshi sit down opposite him.

"I don't drink." She said seriously.

"Fang Baisheng, that idiot Fang Baisheng claims to be a hero, but in the end he died at the hands of a woman from a foreign country." Liang Zuozun said with a sneer.

"Liang Zuozhi, in your Zhongyuan words, you are slandering people." Boniati asked coldly.

"Hahaha, if you don't come here, I may think you've guessed wrong. But if you come, Fang Baisheng's death must have something to do with you." Liang Zuozun said with a smile.

He originally coveted the beauty of Boniatti, but because of Fang Baisheng, he could only suppress his desires in his heart.

Last night he drank some wine to talk to BoniAtti and heard that she was bathing. This guy was on the brain, but when he sneaked into the Saint's room, there was only one dog playing in the water in the bathtub.

After he left, he heard the news of the leader's death. Of course, he suspected that Fang Baisheng's death was related to her. However, he did not care about Fang Baisheng's life and death. He felt that he could force Poniati through this matter so that he could have a kiss.

"What do you want!" BoniAtti was guilty. Hearing that Liang Zuozun was so sure, she didn't plan to argue anymore.

"Hahaha, it's you!" Liang Zuozhi enjoyed this feeling very much, watching the saint who was always high and surrender. "What do I want? What can you give me?"

Zhang Ziling, hiding on a tree, despised this guy deeply in his heart, but after a while, would there be a blockbuster movie? This time I watched a plot.

Boniati sighed softly and said a lot in Persian. Liang Zuozun couldn't understand, but Zhang Ziling could understand.

She was scolding Liang Zuozun in Persian...it was very dirty.

After cursing, her face showed a faint smile.

"As long as I can survive, I'm willing to do anything."

"Hahaha, it's indeed a smart woman! Don't worry, I didn't think about marrying you. I just want to kiss you." Liang Zuojun picked up the wine glass and said. "Come on, drink this glass of wine."

Zhang Ziling: What a scumbag!

Just as Boniati was about to walk over, Liang Zuozun suddenly spoke, "Crawl over!"

Tsk tsk! So good at playing!

However, Zhang Ziling understood that this Left Envoy Liang should be about to die, and he saw the murderous intent in Boniati's eyes.

"Okay." She really climbed down.

The graceful posture made Liang Zuo leave quickly and drink a glass of wine to suppress the fire. She slowly climbed to Liang Zuojun's side.

"Drink this glass of wine." Liang Zuozun did not notice the arrival of the god of death at all.

"Okay." After she said that, her five fingers were put together, and then she inserted them hard into Liang Zuojun's heart.

She pulled out her hand and hesitated for a moment to wash her hands first.

The wound on Liang Zuojun's body was destroyed, and she then wanted to hurt herself and caused them to be injured by others. She heard that a gang called Tianxiahui was in the Western Regions recently, and she might be able to blame them at that time.
Chapter completed!