"It's just that this unfilial disciple will no longer be able to serve master in the future. Please forgive me!"
With that, he kneeled down and kowtowed to the old Taoist a few times.
"After this matter is over, please bring junior sister's things back. We can't let them be left here."
The old Daoist's lips trembled violently, and his nostrils flared as he gasped.
"Shen lang ... Shen lang ..."
Red light filled the sky, and a bloody smell swept over.
Meng fanglan's figure in a wedding dress appeared not far from the two. Song Changqing slowly stood up.
"Are you my Shen lang ..."
"No! He's not!"
Before song Changqing could say anything, song qingxiao, who was under the shadow of the tree, suddenly shouted.
"Are you crazy?"
East Qin wuwo held his chest and scolded her.
A terrifying bloody palm print was left on his chest, pressing into his flesh.
