Yukang Mansion is located outside Xianzun Mansion, next to which are two high-rise buildings, the Secret Service and Xianguanwei, to entertain the guests in Magic Field.

Zong Yue got up and said coldly, "I’m going to take a trip to Yu Kangfu. You go to Wen Hanxian and tell him I want him to help me hide it."
Starlan was stuck. She is an ordinary fairy servant in Xianzundi. Isn’t it inappropriate for an empress to give her such privacy?
Before she turned away, Zong Yue left with a cold face.
She can grit her teeth and go to Wen Han, the leader of Xianguan, according to the meaning of the side princess empress.
Zong Yue lived in Chongyang for three years, and went in and out of Xianzun Mansion like a human being.
She leans slightly into the dark and avoids the patrolling fairy officer.
However, after entering Yu Kang House, it was still discovered.
"Song side princess … wrong side princess how did you come here in the middle of the night?"
Cold Ji twisted her waist and appeared in front of Zong Yue. She stretched out her fingers and wanted to pick Zong Yue’s jaw against Zong Yue’s tea eyes. She suddenly remembered the warning that her body was stiff for a moment, but it was fleeting and soon returned to nature. Qiaoxiaoqianxi approached Zong Yue.
"I found something wrong as early as the wine feast. You didn’t come late at night to meet the devil and have an affair with him?"
See Zong Yue don’t refute her eyes yi yi like found a big joke like fingers from Zong Yue jaw row to the chest teasing said "I didn’t expect to open the celestial side princess and the magic statue of mutual affection of side princess ah your husband JingYe temple he know? Does he know that you came to visit the magic statue late at night? "
Zong Yue tried to move forward but was stopped by Han Ji.
Zong Yue cold eyes from gas to cold her body "get out of the way".
"I won’t let" Han Ji jiao laughs "Zong Fang Fei, I’ll tell you the truth. The demon statue is still in the palace. Even if you go in now, you can’t find him. It’s better to chat with me about how you and the demon statue met …"
Her fingers began to circle Zong Yue’s collarbone.
Zong Yue congealed her light and elegant face that didn’t match her temperament and asked slowly, "Magic Ji, didn’t you tell me?"
"Say what?" Cold ji muddled immediately remind of what seems to stroke the chest, "you mean a warning? The magic statue did say, but I haven’t arranged two now … "
She lost her voice before she finished speaking.
Poof!
It’s a hand-in-hand sound
"Didn’t tell you that I was a vicious person before I married in Chongyang domain, especially good at taking people’s lives when they were not prepared." Zong Yue attached her eyelids to her ear and asked slowly.
Poof!
Blood-soaked hands come back from the broken abdomen. Han Ji loses her support and falls back uncontrollably. In front of her, there is a broken and blood-stained red star.
"I don’t like killing people. It’s rare to hurt people in Chongyang domain. Will you press hard again?"
She grew up in the orthodox school, and even if she became cruel, she liked to be reasonable, but she never showed mercy to Han Ji, a Parademons mendicant.
Zong Yue took out the white handkerchief with one hand, slowly and meticulously wiped the stained right hand with blood before staring back at the cold girl lying on the ground with a straight face.
Cold Ji can’t and can’t answer Zong Yue again. Her eyes are shocked, angry and unwilling. Her skin that doesn’t belong to her begins to break and support the skin action. Black liquid flows like water along the cracks in the road slabs and quietly flows to the grass beside the two places.
Zong Yue stepped on it and leaned over to have a look at the past. "It’s not dead yet?"
The original gray eyes turned wildly until they were pried up by Zong Yue’s smiling dagger.
"Chat?" Zong Yue tilted his head and chuckled, "Maybe we can really have a good chat now."
Grey eyes can’t answer, but they can look at Zong Yue pitifully.
Zong Yue is too lazy to be angry with her. Han Ji can’t be easily killed by ordinary creatures. Zong Yue simply cut to the chase. "Where is the man you brought back now?"
The eyes picked at the dagger’s tip struggled to move in a direction pointing to the east.
Make sure that after seeing Xie Yi’s figure in the east courtyard, Zong Yue even threw the dagger with his eyes to the ground.
Eyes want to jump back to the liquid, but they are stuck in the ground with a dagger.
The celestial sky will always shine brightly, even in the middle of the night, the stars and the moon will shine brightly on every inch of land
Zong Yue walked in and saw Xie also sitting in front of the stone steps with a sword like a tombstone.
Moonlight shone on his neat face, which was not covered by black silk. He didn’t look breathing.
Zong Yue approached.
For the little patriarch, her mood is complicated.
On the one hand, she appreciates his efforts and pities his suffering, on the other hand, she clearly realizes that he is now removing threats from her.
Zong Yue’s eyes fell on his hand, and the remnant sword needed to be summoned, so he took off his scabbard like a flash and fell to Zong Yue’s right hand.
The original sad breath is like a dead body. The man raised his head in silence.
Without waiting for his reaction, Zong Yue has already made a move.
The sword light flashes like Changhong and cuts to the man’s right shoulder, but it bounces off with a loud bang after hitting the shoulder bone.
Don’t wait for Zong Yue’s doubts to pour into the residual sword. The spiritual force has rebounded like a bell, and it has rushed to Zong Yue’s right shoulder like a meteorite falling.
Zong Yue wrist Yishan almost didn’t hold the sword. She rubbed her right arm and frowned at the front.
And the man who sat on the stone steps also stood up with a scabbard.
In an instant, his posture and charm appeared behind Zong Yue, and he stretched out his fist and hit Zong Yue with a spoon.
This blow is devastating, and it goes straight to Zong Yue’s back spoon. If it weren’t for Zong Yue’s hiding, the sword would block it, and even half of his head would be in paste.
He missed one shot and paused for a moment, then the second shot came suddenly.
Zong Yue jumped sideways to avoid the long fist and jumped out of Xie Yi’s attack range.
Her right hand was numb by her previous psychic force, and she couldn’t exert her strength. Just throw a long sword in her left hand and hold it.
She took the initiative to attack the sword and ran towards Xie Yi’s waist and abdomen to sweep him in the past.
Moo-
The sword was shaken open again, and Zong Yue jumped steadily after gaining momentum.
Zong Yue’s frown, if it’s a coincidence once, can be said that it happened twice in succession …