Jiang Muyan came back to his senses and slapped her in the face again.

"Not going?"

Rong Shang smiled, "That's good, otherwise you will pay it back with your life." ”

"Since ancient times, it has been natural for people to pay for their lives."

The sound of laughter and non-laughter sounded all around, a little careless, but a little cold.

Jiang Muyan was stunned: Why does this person in front of him look so strange?

Is this person really his sister?

Will...... The real Jiang Muyu is dead, and the one in front of him is someone else pretending?

At this time, on Junyi's face, two slap prints overlapped, Jiang Muyan narrowed his eyes, and the hand hidden under the sleeve of his robe suddenly came to work.

After a moment, he quickly slapped his palm, "You go and die." ”

The strong palm wind struck out, and the beautiful woman in front of him disappeared again.

But the voice that made people's spines chill when they heard it still came, "Brother, if you are so obsessed again, then don't blame my sister for not caring about the brother-sister relationship between you and me." ”

I don't know why, the movement in front of the court tonight was so big, but the two people in the Yuxuan Pavilion were stunned and didn't come out.

The more Jiang Muyan thought about it, the more strange he felt.

He pursed his lips, looked around vigilantly, and then spoke into the air, "Xiaoyu, aren't you putting your brother to death by doing this?" ”

"I killed his clansmen, if I send it to the door, can Yin Mo let me go?"

"He'll let you go."

What I never expected was that Jiang Muyan's words were answered affirmatively by Rong Shang.

Why?

Because the people in Minghuadong are simple and kind, let alone killing a person, even killing a livestock, I'm afraid they can't do it.

Presumably after so many days, Jiang Muyan should also know something, so he suddenly fell silent, and it seemed that his heart had been shaken.

In the air, a wisp of mist blew through, and Rong Shang appeared in front of him again.

Glancing at Jiang Muyan with a leisurely gaze, Rong Sheng raised his lips and smiled, "Tomorrow afternoon, I will wait for you in the sect hall."

Zongtang, that is where the sect master and elders deal with the official affairs of the clan on a daily basis, Rong Sheng asked him to come over, so he naturally went to admit his mistake.

The dark eyes flickered, and there was a trace of struggle and unwillingness to cross quickly.

Jiang Muyan clenched his fists, hesitated for a while and finally nodded, "Hmm." ”

*

The next day, Rong Sheng went to Yin Mo early in the morning, of course, she didn't go to intercede for Jiang Muyan, but to inform Yin Mo so that he could be mentally prepared.

The sun's rays in the early morning were very sufficient, and Rong Sheng and Yin Mo stood side by side in the corridor, the picture was warm and beautiful.

At this time, an elder passed by and said happily, "Sect Master, madam." ”

Since she came to Minghua Cave, the people here seem to have tacitly accepted her identity as the sect master's wife.

Of course, at this moment, he called Rong Shang like this in front of Yin Mo, and the latter was inevitably a little embarrassed.

But after the elder left, Yin Mo was about to leave on his hind feet, but his wrist was grabbed by Rong Shang.

Turning his head sideways, Yin Mo met her scorching gaze, "What?" ”

"Nothing." Rong Sheng shook his head, took his arm and leaned his head up.

Yin Mo lowered his eyes and glanced at it, his face couldn't help but redden, "There are a lot of people here, it's still ......"

"Yin Mo, when will you marry me?"

Before Yin Mo could finish his words, he was interrupted by Rong Shang.

His eyelashes trembled, and when Yin Mo heard her words, he only felt his heartbeat suddenly accelerate.

But at this time, Rong Sheng had already raised his head from him.

asked again, "Yin Mo, will you marry me?" ”