Devil Lord, You Lose Your Soul

From the disappearance of Cheng Zhi, to the strange blood fog in the valley of the dead, and the heart beat only heard by her in the blood atomized human form, these things are all crowded together now, which makes Rong Shen's uneasiness more and more intense.

But she can't speak, don't know how to tell Cheng Xiu his doubt.

Forget it, Rong thought deeply. When she got back to buzhoushan, she would be sure.

At the beginning of spring, it was drizzling. The carriage entered a town. When passing by a private school, Rong Shen heard the voice of Lang Lang, a child in the private school, reading. She lifted the car curtain and looked out.

The carriage stopped.

Originally leaning against the wall of the carriage, Yuan Xun, with the hat closed, suddenly opened his eyes, looked at her and asked, "what are you looking at?"

"Look at that teacher. He's very pretty..." Before Rong Shen's voice fell, he had an extra hand around his waist. With the help of his arm, he pulled her back into his arms.

"You wake up..." Ah, Rong Shen just said two words. Cheng Xiu held her chin with two fingers, lowered his head and bit her lower lip. Then he kissed her fiercely.

Yuan Xun listened to the tut TUT of the carriage curtain behind him. His face remained unchanged and he looked at the private school.

It's just a private school for children's enlightenment. It's not big. It's built on the roadside. There is a bunch of cannas on the roadside, and there is a way down in the cannas.

Walk along the path a few steps up the stairs, and up the stairs is a large pavilion with a half person high fence, which can accommodate dozens of people.

Standing in the pavilion, you can not only see the Canna growing well at the bottom, but also the lake not far away. There are some boats beside the lake and a boat in the center of the lake.

It seems that someone is sitting in the boat, enjoying the rain in the center of the lake.

Now, there are more than ten short tables in the pavilion, and behind each of them sits a child who holds books seriously.

At the front of the low table, there was the largest and tallest table, which was the one their husband sat on.

The young man in the dark blue robe was not sitting behind the table, otherwise she could not see the man's face with her back to the carriage.

When Rong Shen looked forward, the teacher held the book and listened to the sound of children's reading. She was walking forward from the last table when she saw his face.

When she was a "good-looking" man, facial temperament is naturally not bad, gentle and elegant, people like spring breeze, even the voice is calm and reassuring.

Probably a carriage had been stopped at the side of the road, which was very abrupt. The young man looked up to this side. He gave a slight pause to the eyes of the latter ten days of the hat, and then nodded his head with a smile.

When turning around, the book in my hand knocked on the head of a distracted child.

Even though there was Lang Lang's reading voice across the distance, Yuan Xun still heard his voice, "concentrate."

When Cheng Xiu let go, Rong shenruan fell into his arms. Her eyes were rippling. She opened her lips and gasped.

Cheng Xiu's breath also increased. He leaned over her forehead and asked in a dumb voice, "who do you think looks good?"

Rong Shen glared at him, breathing unsteadily.

Cheng Xiu chuckled a few times. He rubbed his thumb gently on her lower lip with a dangerous look. "Hmm? "No?"

Just when he was about to bully her by the waist, Rongshen quickly reached out to his chest and said, "look, you'd better look."