Chapter 1157: Nanfeng Qi's sadness

Palace of the Promise, Sun and Moon Hall.
After listening to the resignation of the palace man, Nanfeng Qi turned pale instantly.
He murmured for a while, "He really said that?"
The palace man immediately looked down, "The disciples dare not lie."
"What did you see?" Nanfeng Qi frowned at the palace person.
Gongren's lowered eyes flickered, and he stiffened his head, "the disciples didn't see anything."
Nan Fengqi waved with disappointment, "I don't need to monitor it in the future."
"Yes."
The palace man breathed a sigh of relief and bowed back.
Nanfeng Qi clenched his fist uneasily and wanted to go to Xingluo Temple, but thinking of what he said before, don't go to him at night, and stopped immediately.
He looked up at the bright moonlight outside, and his lilac eyes were confused.
What should he do with him?
There is no wind hall here, Mo Beichen set up an enchantment, flickered the eyes of the dark whistle, and several people sneaked into the Xingluo hall together.
"Where does Murong Yan live?" Lan Yanyu looked around and lowered her voice.
The raccoon lifted his chin towards the main house, and several people touched the main house together.
A low gurgling voice came out and everyone was dumbfounded.
Lan Yanyu blinked brightly.
Wow, that guy Murong Min is too good, Yun Shaoning can be settled so quickly.
Beaver raised his hand with excitement, trying to pierce the paper window and peek.
But before she started, there was a burst of drink in the room, "Go!"
Everyone was excited when he heard Murong Yu's dissatisfied voice.
"Cough ..." Baitan coughed deliberately, and yelled loudly. "Take your time, we just pass by and get off immediately."
"go!"
When the raccoon finished speaking, they took the blue cricket feathers and rolled away.
It wasn't until the beaver's breath completely disappeared that the tense body of the high priest finally relaxed.
"You know them well?"
He looked at him fiercely, very jealous.
Murong Yu kissed his lips lightly and smiled, "It's because we know them well."
He blinked and thought of what Lan Yanyu said before.
"My name is Yun, Shao, Ning?"
"You ..." Murong Ye widened his eyes in surprise.
"They called me Yun Shaoning." Knowing that he wanted to go, he explained.
"Oh." Murong's eyes suddenly darkened, and then he quickly revived, "You are Yun Shaoning, my lover, and their friend."
"What if I can't remember you all my life?" Seeing the disappointment in his eyes, he frowned.
Murong twitched her lips, "It doesn't matter, you haven't completely forgotten me, do you still feel about me?"
He accepted him so quickly, indicating that there was always his brand in his soul.
The high priest froze slightly, and his face blushed unconsciously at the thought of the cricket just now.
Murong Yu kissed his forehead lovingly and smiled, "This is fine, whether you remember me or not, I am satisfied."
He will stay with him even if he can't remember him all his life.
His eyes flickered, and he held his face and smiled, "Since I'm Yun Shaoning, you'll call me Aning in the future."
"Anin, Anin ..."
A whisper, a soft kiss, and soon there was a gurgling sound in the room.
The night was long and the affection continued between the two.
Beavers secretly returned to the Temple of Windlessness.
"I really admire Murong Ye too." Lan Yanyu was still excited.
"This shows that Yun Shaoning hasn't really forgotten Murong Ye, maybe he will restore his memory one day." Bai Tan raised his eyebrows and was really happy for the two.
"You say Yun Shaoning is so powerful now, can you still be willing to be below?" Lan Yanyu leaned beside Baijue and said excitedly.
Yun Shaoning is now the high priest of the Promise Palace, so it should not be possible to be crushed willingly.
Beaver blinked gossip too, "I'm also curious, will Murongyu become a victim."
Seeing that the two talked more and more outrageously, Mo Beichen directly picked up the and returned to the room.
"You said……"
"No talking, sleep!"
Lan Yanyu wanted to ask Zhuo Qingyun again, but Zhuo Qingyun did not give him a chance to speak, and pulled him back to the room.
Yu Fengling reluctantly hooked his lips and returned to his room.
Early the next morning, Nanfeng Qi went to Xingluo Temple.
Murong Yu woke up early in the morning and wanted to make noodles with him, but happened to meet Nan Fengqi.
Seeing him coming out of the high priest's house, Nan Fengqi's face suddenly gloomed. "You stayed here last night?"
Murong Yan glanced at him expressionlessly, without answering him at all, and turned away.
Nanfeng was anxious, raised his hand and hurled towards Murong.
Murong looked at the light for a moment, then immediately turned around to accept the move.
The two had long looked at each other, and soon they fought.
Murong Xiu is not weak, he has been promoted to the rank of God, but Nan Fengqi's Xiuwei is still above him. However, Murong Yan is not so easy to admit defeat.
Unexpectedly, Murong Yu was already a step, Nan Feng frowned frantically, and even started with no mercy.
This person must not stay.
Nan Feng Qi squinted his eyes narrowly, picking up all the mysterious power and slamming into Murong's heart.
"boom!"
Before Nan Fengqi's mysterious power hit Murong Yan, he was beaten by a mysterious power.
The high priest stepped up and took Murong in his arms.
Nanfeng Qi coughed up a bloodily, and he looked at the high priest incredulously, covering his chest. "You shot me for him."
The high priest looked at Nanfeng Qi coldly, "I said, he is my man."
Nan Fengqi looked at the kiss marks on his neck, his face paled, "You last night ..."
"I killed you!" Nanfeng Qi stared red-eyed and stared at Murong Yan, and shot at him again.
The high priest's eyes were cold, and before he came forward, he waved him back and said, "Nanfeng Qi, don't make a noise, otherwise don't blame me."
Nanfeng Qi looked at him sadly, and sneered with ridicule, "You're welcome to me, you are so kind to such an outsider."
The high priest frowned, holding Murong's hand, "I repeat, he is my person, not an outsider."
Murong's eyes warmed and he held his hand tightly.
The heart was so painful that he couldn't breathe, Nanfeng Qi gritted his teeth and looked at him with red eyes. "He's yours, what about me?"
After all these years, what is he?
The high priest's hands clenched, but this time seemed to pinch Murong's heart.
Seeing him not talking, Nanfeng Qi stepped forward and grabbed his shoulder eagerly, "For so many years, you should know how much I love you, I don't care how you and him, I just ask you now, you love me ?"
Nanfeng Qi looked at him nervously.
Murong Yu looked at him equally nervously.