When Linyuan found information about dragon bones and spiritual repair pills in Xianyun Sect, he guessed that Yang Rongrong and Shen Wenqu were probably looking for dragon bones.
Today, on the Jiuzhou Continent, only the owner of Penglai Immortal Island has a dragon bone.
Therefore, after Linyuan left Xianyun Sect, he went straight to Penglai Immortal Island.
He arrived at Penglai Immortal Island in the evening.
At that time, Yang Rongrong and Shen Wenqu were still trapped in the illusion.
Linyuan used this free time to find the island owner Liu Fuyun, and the two had a secret conversation that only they knew.
At this time, Shen Wenqu himself had no time to take care of others, and no one present was Linyuan's opponent.
He took Yang Rongrong away without any effort.
Black horses made of nightmares stepped on the clouds, and behind them they pulled a carriage carved from ruby. Two golden palace lanterns were hung in front of the carriage. As the car body swayed, the tassels hanging from the palace lanterns swayed slightly, and the light they emitted The pale golden light enveloped the entire carriage, protecting it from the cold wind.
The space inside the carriage is huge, with tables, chairs, beds, chests and cabinets all available.
Yang Rongrong was lying on the low couch, covered with a soft silk quilt.
She is much more awake now, but her injuries have not healed and her body still has little strength.
Linyuan helped her up with one hand, and brought the teacup to her lips with the other hand.
"There is medicine added to this tea. After drinking it, your injury will be healed."
Yang Rongrong didn't struggle. The point was that even if she wanted to struggle in her current situation, she didn't have the ability.
After drinking the tea, she did feel that the injury was less painful and her body had regained its strength.
Linyuan was very satisfied with her obedience.
He took Yang Rongrong into his arms and hugged her: "You're so good."
Yang Rongrong took out the Wuwu Sword directly from the Qiankun Bag and placed the blade between Linyuan's neck.
She looked at him expressionlessly and said coldly: "Stop the carriage, I want to leave."
At this moment, as long as she exerts a little force, the sword blade can cut through Linyuan's skin.
But Linyuan was not afraid at all.
He stretched out two slender fingers with clear joints, gently clamped the sword blade, and said casually: "No, I found you with great difficulty, how can I let you leave again?"
Obviously he looked like he was using no strength, but Yang Rongrong felt that Wuwu Sword was firmly suppressed by a powerful force. No matter how hard she tried, she could not move Wuwu Sword.
She couldn't help it, this was the inevitable result of the disparity in strength.
This familiar feeling of powerlessness made Yang Rongrong feel irritable.
She frowned: "What do you want?"
Linyuan raised his lips and smiled softly, and his dark golden eyes looked particularly gentle: "I will take you back to the devil world, and then we will get married, and we will never be separated for the rest of our lives."
"Getting married?" Yang Rongrong laughed rudely as if she had heard some funny joke.
"Ha! You are the Demon Lord. With such a noble status, how can you marry a lowly slave like me? Don't you think it has tarnished your status?"
The smile on Linyuan's face remained unchanged, and he leaned forward to get closer to her.
He looked into her eyes and said every word.
"That slave contract was just a little joke I made with you. How did I ever ask you to do anything that a slave would do? Besides, that contract has long since expired. Otherwise, how could you leave me? Xiaoxiao, I don’t mind if you betray me and have an affair with another man, and you forget what happened before, let’s start over, okay?”
This man's appearance is very good, he has both the heroic spirit of a man and the softness of a woman.
When you look at the other person with his narrow phoenix eyes, you will feel like you are being held and cared for by him, and you will be addicted to it if you are not careful.
It's a pity that Yang Rongrong is a stubborn person who doesn't understand the style.
She spat out two words without mercy: "Not good."
Linyuan sighed as if disappointed: "Can you not refuse so quickly?"
His almost coquettish tone made Yang Rongrong feel uncomfortable all over.
She frowned: "Can you stop being so disgusting?"
Faced with her undisguised disgust, Linyuan finally couldn't hold back the smile on his face.
But he has always been a bad person. The more the other person dislikes him, the closer he will get to this time, he directly put his face in front of Yang Rongrong, their noses were touching each other, and their lips were almost touching.
He laughed vengefully: "It doesn't matter. Once you get used to it, you won't feel sick anymore."
The strange smell went straight into Yang Rongrong's nose.
She pushed the person out hard: "You are sick!"
"Yes, I am terminally ill, and only you can heal me." Linyuan said.
Yang Rongrong tried her best but couldn't push the person away.
She knew that her strength was not as good as the opponent's, and she would definitely suffer if she tried hard.
So she changed her strategy.
Yang Rongrong retracted Wuwu Sword, took the initiative to approach him, and called softly: "Lin Yuan."
The warm breath sprayed on his neck, making his whole body numb.
When they first met, she always called him Demon Lord, but after signing a slave contract, she was forced to call him master.
This was the first time that she directly called him by his name.
And still in such a gentle tone.
Linyuan felt his whole heart melt.
He had never felt that his name sounded so good as now.
He was like a young boy who was in love for the first time. His blood was boiling with just one word from his sweetheart, and he couldn't help himself.
However, the next moment, he felt a pain in his neck.
Yang Rongrong bit him on the neck.
She bit so hard that she wanted to tear off the whole piece of flesh.
The taste of blood spread in her mouth.
She could clearly feel the muscles of the man in front of her tense up, as if he was trying his best to endure pain.
But his cry of pain was never heard.
He didn't even want to let go.
After all, the opponent was still the Demon Lord. Even if he didn't resist, but his cultivation was there, Yang Rongrong couldn't bite the wound very deep even if she tried her best.
In the end, she just bit off a little bit of flesh.
Yang Rongrong spat out the blood froth in her mouth, and saw the wound on Linyuan's neck that was still bleeding, and still couldn't understand her hatred.
She is still too weak.
To the strong, the resistance of the weak is like a little rabbit jumping on a tiger, no different from scratching an itch.
This made her feel extremely frustrated.
Linyuan stared at the bright red blood stains on her lips, his eyes burning: "Would you like another bite? I can take off my clothes and bite as you like. You can bite wherever you want."
Yang Rongrong spat out a word fiercely.
"roll!"
Linyuan laughed happily: "Haha!"
Yang Rongrong was so angry that her lungs almost exploded: "What a laugh!"
Linyuan reluctantly held back his laughter and coaxed like a child.
"I was wrong, I was wrong, I stopped smiling, don't be angry, baby."
Yang Rongrong couldn't bear it: "Don't call me baby, it's disgusting!"
"Okay, Bao'er, I'll listen to you."
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