Chapter 421: Cultivation? Practice magic?

"I, I know his identity." Yan Ge muttered blankly and helplessly: "He is going to hold a double repair ceremony with the daughter of Wu Su Zong Su Zong Su. He, he still uses the original name, and has not changed his name. And now he is already the monk Jindan everyone envied and yearns for. He is the best talented boy in thousands of years ... "
She whispered softly, but her fingers pinched the flesh around his waist.
The finger almost got into his flesh.
Obviously, my heart is extremely hateful.
After all, the man didn't even change his name.
The man sighed and said, "You have a demon."
Yan Ge looked up, her eyes were full of tears, and she cried and smiled and said, "I can't even repair an immortal, how can there be a demon. If the demon can help me revenge, I would rather have a demon."
He reached out and wiped the tears on her face with his fingertips: "The demon will not avenge you, it will only ruin you."
"What can I do, I want revenge." Yan Ge closed his eyes, but the tears flowed more and more. "Master, I want revenge, no matter how I want it, I want revenge, I want to kill him by myself, I want to tear it in front of everyone. His true face. "
"There is a way." The man held her face, her hot lips touching the tip of her nose, lingering, and murmured in her mouth: "I have a way."
Yan Ge opened his eyes and looked at him, with joy and eagerness in his eyes: "Really? Is there really a way?"
The existing method, why the host never mentioned this man?
The man reached out and stroked the sparse hair of Yange. He asked with a sigh, "Is it necessary to take revenge now?"
Yan Ge nodded his head: "The daughter of the princely suzerain may not know what he is. I have been cheated by him. I don't want that girl to be cheated by him. Everyone in the world exposes his true face. As long as I can do it, I will be willing to try it in any way. "
"Okay," the man said, "as you wish."
"Thank you." Yan Ge embraced his waist and looked up at him, saying gratefully: "Master, you helped me, what do you want me to do?"
There is no love for no reason, no gratitude for no reason, rather than asking directly.
The man heard the words, bowed his head, and looked at Yange. His soft eyes covered the delicate tenderness on Yange's face, so that in such an instant, there was an illusion that the man did this for true love ...
Go to his true love!
Because it was so incredible, Yange immediately found his thoughts, but on the face, he still looked at the man with a stunned look.
"To your heart." His hand moved to the position of the heart of her chest: "This heart must not be given to others."
So this guy likes to be popular? Yan Ge blinked and asked, "I still have heart?"
"Yes." The man said, "As long as you are willing to give, you have heart."
Yan Ge then asked, "Do you like to eat people's hearts?" At the end, the voice was firm and soft and said, "If I can get revenge, let alone dig my heart for you, it is this flesh and blood, and I am willing to you."
"No, I don't eat hearts." The man replied, "I only want your heart."
Yange didn't understand the meaning of such words, she looked at him in confusion, but instead of continuing to speak, he bowed his head and kissed her lips.
His scattered ink dangled, and a few strands of brushed hair ran through her heart, some tingling and some itching.