Devil Lord, You Lose Your Soul

"And your husband?" The scholar was stunned. First he was happy. Then he remembered that her husband was still sleeping. He bit his teeth and said, "I'll carry this young man. Where are you going?"

"You?" Rong Shen took a look at him more and mocked him impolitely, "let you carry my husband, and I'll worry about you falling him."

The scholar suddenly blushed, his hand is usually holding the pen, where there is that kind of strong gas back can afford a higher than his adult man.

"Just my coachman." Rong Shen says, and has got out of the carriage. The shadow in black turns to carry Cheng Xiu out. Rong Shen takes out a cloak and puts it on Cheng Xiu's back.

"I don't have to return the carriage." Rong Shen turns to the scholar.

The woman with white hair also sat in the carriage, wiping her tears anxiously, urging the driver to drive the carriage to the city.

No one saw that as the carriage left, a wisp of black mist came out of its deep sleeve and flew into the carriage to protect the vitality of the woman's fetus.

When the carriage left, the scholar looked at the shadow in black who was carrying Cheng Xiu. He saw that the shadow in black was carrying Cheng Xiu, but he didn't have the slightest reluctance. There was a little envy in his eyes.

But he soon put this silk emotion convergence up, toward Rong deep bow hand thanks, a face of sincerity, "Madam today's good deeds, there will be good reward in the future."

With that, the scholar saw that Rong Shen was still looking at the direction of the carriage leaving. He said to Rong Shen, "they are worried about the safety of their families now. When they come back, they are afraid that they are anxious to thank their wife."

"Maybe." Rong Shen takes back her eyes. She doesn't care whether those people can find her to thank them.

"We're going to Yuehua temple. Let's say goodbye." Let deep light voice way.

The scholar was stunned. When he came back to his senses, he could not set up a channel: "is madam going to let your coachman carry this young man to Huashan?"

"Well." Rong Shen nodded and didn't think it was wrong.

But the scholar was shocked. He seriously said to Rong Shen, "madam, this is your first time to Yuehua mountain. Although the mountain road is not steep, it also needs a lot of physical strength. That is to say, we men have to take a rest on the way up, although..."

He paused for a moment, looked at the shadow in black enviously again, and then continued: "this brother has great strength, but it's not easy to carry your husband to Huashan."

"What about that?" Rong Shen looked at him with interest.

The scholar said, "if my wife can trust me, I'll go to the tea house over there first. I'll go to the city and rent a carriage for my wife."

"If you're not afraid of trouble, you can." Rong Shen nods and lets the shadow in black carry Cheng Xiu to the teahouse over there.

The man in the teahouse is also looking at what happened just now. He knows that Rong Shen has given the carriage to the family. The owner of the teahouse asks the man to move a chair, and Rong Shen spreads his cloak to let Cheng Xiu lie down.

"Just a moment, ma'am. I'll be right there." The scholar turned to go.

But Rong Shen called him again, "silver."

The shadow in black took out a bag of silver and handed it to the scholar.

The scholar didn't answer. He just said to Rong Shen, "I'll pad the silver first. When I rent the carriage, my wife will give it to me." With that, he didn't wait for Rong Shen to say anything more, then he turned and ran away.

Rong Shen was stunned and helped his forehead to laugh.

The man in the teahouse brought her tea and said with a smile, "this scholar of the Chen family has such a temperament. I'm afraid that his wife will worry that he will run away with silver."