President Bingshan's Cold Guard

Sticking to Su Yang's solid and warm chest, Wu Meier winked like silk, and lightly tapped Su Yang a few times.

"Big pervert, to be honest, have you been planning on me for a long time?"

For some reason, with Su Yang by her side, she always felt inexplicably at ease.

No one can give you this sense of security.

"Where is it? Isn't it you, girl, who tempted me?"

Su Yang stretched out his hand to lift Wu Meier's chin, looked at those charming red lips, and kissed her again.

This time, he just kissed lightly, and immediately hugged Wu Meier into his arms again.

"Su Yang, why don't you leave tonight?" Wu Meier looked up at Su Yang, her eyes full of expectation.

Seeing Wu Meier's eyes full of anticipation, Su Yang wanted to refuse, but finally agreed.

"But it's okay, you can't mess around."

Just because of the way this girl seduced me just now, who knows if she will directly eat herself at night.

There are many women around Su Yang these years, but most of them are kissing little mouths, holding little hands and so on.

He has never done anything more outrageous, it may be the kind of conservative in his bones that has caused him to be an innocent little virgin so far.

"Su Yang, you don't think I'm a casual woman, do you?"

Just a few days after we met, Su Yang stayed at home overnight. Wu Meier was really afraid that Su Yang might misunderstand.

Su Yang shook his head, "How could it be, I'm not a casual man, you can't overpower the king at night."

Seeing Su Yang being so shameless, Wu Meier rolled her eyes.

I've never seen such a shameless person. He obviously took advantage of it, and he still acts like he's being good at taking advantage of it.

"Pooh."

Wu Meier spat, laughed and scolded: "I'll be thankful if you don't move your hands and feet, the overlord will force his bow? You can really say it."

Seeing that Wu Meier was still in high spirits, Su Yang picked Wu Meier up and walked into the inner bedroom.

When he came to the bedroom, Su Yang closed the door, put Wu Meier on the bed, and lay down himself.

Originally, Wu Mei'er thought that Su Yang was a beast, and wanted to execute her on the spot, her heart beat a lot faster.

Who knows, this guy really didn't mess around, he just lay upright beside her.

Su Yang on the side also felt a little uncomfortable. After all, the beauty was in his arms, but he couldn't do anything. It was too uncomfortable.

He knew that even if the overlord insisted on bowing, Wu Meier would not refuse.

But the remaining humanity told Su Yang that he couldn't do this.

Su Yang is very clear that now Wu Meier is only thanking him more, that is not like, nor is it love.

At the same time, in a certain forest in the west, a black figure kept moving forward at an extremely fast speed.

After a while, the black shadow stopped in front of a mountain tens of meters high.

"Yehera, come to meet the Lord of the Dragon Palace."

Yehra, who was dressed in black, resounded like a bell, resounding through the mountains and forests.

Soon, there were bursts of roaring sounds from the mountain, and then, the mountain was opened like a door, and dozens of white shadows flashed out.

The leader, with a platinum mask on his face and a bronze sword at his waist, was full of murderous aura.

"Holy Lord?" A look of shock flashed in Yehera's eyes, "May I ask if the Lord of the Dragon Hall is here? This old man is here to visit."

The man with the platinum mask in front of him is none other than the Holy Lord Guangyin of the Holy Demon Palace, the third in command of the Holy Demon Palace, and his strength is second only to the Palace Lord Kuanglong and Demon Lord Shadow.

"Hall Master is retreating, it is not suitable to see guests, please go back." Holy Lord Guangyin's voice was cold and piercing.

"Yehera, the number one master of the European royal family, why did this old thing come to the Holy Demon Palace?"

"The hall master told me before leaving that no one should know that he left the Holy Demon Hall."

Although I don't know why Ye Hela came here, but time must not reveal Su Yang's whereabouts.

"Closing?"

Yehera frowned, and continued: "The old man is waiting in the Holy Demon Palace, waiting for the Lord of the Dragon Palace to exit."

"Holy Demon Palace, it's okay for me, a bad old man, to eat for a few days, right?"

He was ordered to come here this time, and he would not give up until he saw the Lord of the Dragon Palace himself.

"Yehera, you know, the Holy Demon Palace never allows outsiders to enter."

The Holy Master Guangyin snorted coldly, and a dozen or so Holy Spirit guards behind him drew their swords and came out aggressively.

"Holy Lord, is the Lord of the Dragon Palace not in the Holy Demon Palace?"

Yehra narrowed her eyes slightly, "If you're not here, as long as you tell me the whereabouts of His Royal Highness Kuanglong, I'll leave immediately."

He has a feeling that Kuanglong is really not in the West anymore.

"The hall master is in retreat and cannot see guests."

Shengzhu Guangyin's tone was gloomy, "Yehera, if you don't leave again, don't blame me for being rude."

"Really? I'm about to experience the strength of the Holy Master." A monstrous killing intent permeated Yehra's body, and the battle was about to break out.

Just when the two sides were at war, a figure appeared between them in an instant, as if it appeared out of thin air.

"Meet the hall master."

Seeing the visitor, the Holy Lord Guangyin and the guards of the Holy Spirit behind them looked respectful and half bowed their bodies.

"The Lord of the Mad Dragon Palace?"

Seeing the visitor's attire, Yehra put away her killing intent, and a serious look appeared on her face.

The visitor was wearing a purple-gold mask, wearing a black robe with a five-clawed golden dragon embroidered on it, and a white jade sword slung across his waist.

"Yehra, I heard you want to find me?"

The black-robed man glanced at Yehera, and said with a light smile, "Why, that tigress asked you to come again?"

The tigress in his mouth is Kardashian, the little princess of the European royal family.

Hearing this, Yehera finally confirmed the identity of the man in black robe. Except for the mad dragon, no one dared to call the little princess a tigress.

However, he was surprised that the breath of the mad dragon was a little weak.

"It was indeed Her Royal Highness who sent the old slave here."

Yehera looked respectful, and continued: "His Royal Highness hopes that the Lord of the Dragon Palace will have time to go to Europe. She wants to see you, or she can come to the Holy Demon Palace."

"That's it."

The black-robed man hesitated, but in order not to arouse Yehera's suspicion, he had no choice but to respond: "I will go to Europe when I have time."

What kind of international joke is it, let Kardashian come over?Isn't everything worn out?
"May I ask when the Lord of the Dragon Palace will be available? Your Royal Highness needs an exact date."

Yehera didn't doubt that, just as the Holy Master said just now, the Holy Demon Palace will indeed not allow outsiders to enter.

"Next month, I have to retreat for a while." The black-robed man had no choice but to talk about the day casually.

"Okay, the old man can rest assured." Yehra nodded, "Since I have seen the Lord of the Dragon Palace, the old man will go back and return."

As soon as the voice fell, Yehra's figure disappeared in place.

Sensing Yehera's departure, the black-robed man breathed a sigh of relief, waved his right hand, and returned to the Holy Demon Palace with the Holy Master and the Holy Spirit guards.

After a roar, the mountain closed again, as if everything had never happened.