"You help this king?"

　　 Moroccan smiled directly, listening to this tone, it seemed that she was very different to this cheap dragon!

　　 smashed the storage bags, including the spirit pet bags, on Wang Shuyue's body, and Moroccan's **** eyes turned to Long Yi sternly, and slapped them with a palm of strength.

　　 Jealousy drives people mad, Wang Shuyue just took back the lost storage bag, and the two men in front of him fought with each other as soon as he raised his eyes.

　　 One is tyrannical and cruel, with deadly tricks to kill, and the other is not evasive and retreats.

　　 Outside the magic palace, the fighting seems to have stopped, and the battle is nearing its end.

　　 Wang Shuyue looked at the two in the hall where they were fighting hard, as if there were countless men with hatred, and then looked outside the hall, wondering whether they were running or not running.

If you run 　　, in which direction to run, you won’t get lost in the magic palace.

　　 If you don't run, when will the two people in front of you stop?

　　 There is so much hatred, so much resentment.

　　 Mo Luosha's gorgeous red dress has now turned into rags, and the folding fan in Long Yi's hand was scratched to pieces, leaving only a few bare fan bones.

　　 The two looked at each other, and the hatred was hard to dissipate, but when the two were about to transform into a prototype, the voice of a single person suddenly came in.

　　 "Moraksha, the master of your dignified sect, you are actually a person who is greedy for life and fear of death. If you don't come out again, this seat will kill you puppets!"

The face of Moroccan who was still in the fight suddenly darkened, and he hurriedly took time to open the sight glass to check the scene outside the magic palace, and saw his carefully made general puppet fell to the ground and was unloaded by the NPC. Long Yi, who rushed up, turned around and rushed out of the magic palace.

　　 Wang Shuyue hurriedly glanced at the speculum, and saw the metal puppets all over the floor, and the small snack was startled.

　　 I didn't expect Moroccan to be a figure master.

　　Mo Rakshasa left, Long Yi didn't chase after him. He calmly threw the broken fan into the blood pool, glanced at the Palace of Yan King with disgust, and walked towards Wang Shuyue.

　　Wang Shuyue worried about Master’s situation and begged: "Brother Shenxian, can you take me out to see my Master?"

　　 is the elder brother again, Long Yi couldn’t help showing a helpless look this time. While beckoning her to go with him, he corrected her seriously.

　　 "Don't call me brother."

　　 "What's that called?"

　　 "My name is Long Yi, you just call me... Grandpa Long." His golden eyes were so gentle as to drip water.

　　 "Master, grandpa?" Wang Shuyue looked embarrassedly at his non-human-like face, which embarrassed her too much.

　　 But the other party was called by her, and she was so happy that she narrowed her eyes. Wang Shuyue no longer struggled, and tentatively asked:

　　 "Grandpa Long, why are you saving me?"

　　Long Yi led the way while saying: "Someone entrusted you to my care. I was dozing off at home. I sensed that you were in danger, so I went down to take a look."

　　 "Who entrusted you? Ms. Wang Shufen?" Wang Shuyue asked cautiously.

　　No, Long Yi turned around and asked in surprise: "This is the full name of Zixiao?"

　　 When Wang Shuyue heard this name, she knew that grandma aunt and the young grandpa in front of him had an unusual relationship, so she nodded tentatively, "Yeah."

　　 Long Yi felt pleasantly surprised, and repeated the three words Wang Shufen in his mouth several times, with a smile on his face, "It's so nice."

　　Wang Shuyue: "..." I'm afraid it's not being lowered!

　　 "Ahem!" Wang Shuyue coughed slightly, the man immersed in the inexplicable ripple raised his eyes and looked at her suspiciously.

　　 Wang Shuyue asked with eyes full of gossip: "Grandpa Long, what is the relationship between you and Ms. Wang Shufen? Are you good friends?"

　　 "That's it."

　　 Immediately afterwards, Long Yi said another answer that shocked Wang Shuyue.

　　 "I am her favorite."

　　 "...Once." He added sadly, seemingly regretful.

　　 Wang Shuyue swallowed and glanced at his blond hair, "Then Grandpa Long, are you really a dragon?"

　　 The man laughed and said nothing, which was considered a tacit understanding.

　　 He warned: "Zixiao's real name, don't tell Moroccan."

　　 "Why?" Wang Shuyue asked curiously.

　　Long Yi started a serious nonsense. He said: "The devil can do a witchcraft, but anyone who knows his real name will be hit by him."

　　 "He has been coveting Zixiao for a long time, but he can't get it. If he knows her real name, your aunt's grandmother is in danger!"

　　 When Wang Shuyue heard it, it turned out that Grandpa Long knew about her relationship with her grandma.

　　 Not right!

　　 The point is not this!

　　 How long does the Moroccan covet grandma? Isn't there a big grudge? What the **** is this!

　　 Wang Shuyue felt a little messy.

　　 "Girl, remember what I just said?" Long Yi didn't get a positive answer, and reminded him in a serious manner.

　　 Wang Shuyue only then recovered, and nodded seriously, "Don't worry, I won't tell that big demon."

　　 Long Yi smiled with satisfaction, and looked at her with a special kindness.

　　 The two walked, there was light in front of them, and out of the grotto, an abandoned square came into view.

　　 There was a fighting sound. Wang Shuyue raised her eyes and saw that in the center of the square, Morossa, who was dressed in red, was surrounded by a group of Qing people and the disciples of the Yunhe Sect.

　　 "Master!"

　　 Wang Shuyue shouted excitedly, breaking the anxious atmosphere on both sides.

　　 Everyone looked up, Wang Shuyue, wearing a golden coat, ran down quickly, and Liu Fengmian and others, led by Qingyi, breathed a sigh of relief.

　　 He Qiong, who came with him, saw that the people were okay, and the nerves that had been strained for two days suddenly relaxed, and his body softened and almost fell.

　　 The disappearance of Wang Shuyue really scared her leader.

　　 Fortunately, Liu Fengmian found out in time ~lightnovelpub.net~ and helped her.

　　 "Are you okay?" Qing Yi asked in a deep voice. Although his expression was still cold, Wang Shuyue could feel his care and nodded in touch.

　　 "I'm okay, Grandpa Long saved me." Wang Shuyue turned to find Long Yi, but didn't want to. When she turned around, the fairy beauty with the blond hair disappeared.

　　 Even the Moroccan who had just been surrounded in the middle, disappeared from the world, suddenly disappeared.

　　 won't fight again? Wang Shuyue guessed in surprise.

　　 Qing suppressed the doubt, grabbed Wang Shuyue, waved his sleeve, and quickly retreated with the Yunhezong disciple.

　　If the purpose is achieved, there is no need to stay.

　　 Although I don’t know how the demon was missing, it’s not the time to think about it now.

　　 The group of people quickly evacuated from the magic palace and retreated hundreds of miles away before stopping for a while.

　　 Liu Fengmian was about to come over and care about the younger sister, Qingyi suddenly raised his hand, lightly fingered him, and blocked him back.

　　The cold eyes swept over Wang Shuyue's clothes that were obviously men's, and her eyebrows wrinkled slightly, "Are you okay?"

　　 The same thing, he asked again, Wang Shuyue was surprised to hear a different meaning.

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