My filial piety has gone bad

What is blinding me?

It's hair like a waterfall!

Xiao Ran stretched out his hand to lift his black hair, as if he had opened a picture scroll left by an ancient god.

It was a face that was suffocatingly beautiful no matter how disheveled it was, and how it was spoiled.

The blushing wine halo is like a splash of watercolor, soaking through the clean and flawless tissue paper.

The tearful eyes whirling about to cry are the finishing touch, transcending any barriers of age and identity, and hitting the soul with one blow.

It's just that he doesn't understand why the master suddenly appeared in the maze.

"Master?"

Ling Zhouyue kept on kneading Xiao Ran's face, trying to resist the urge to kiss him and bite him.

If Xiao Ran was a woman, she would kiss her.

"You villain still knows you are called Shizun! You have time to be a concubine and maid in the palace, but you don't have time to find Shizun. Do you know how you came here for 500 years as a teacher?"

Xiao Ran collected himself.

Even if the master only has the cultivation base of qi refining, he is still a generation of bigwigs, how could he be tossed so miserably by the maze?

He was a little skeptical, and really wanted to touch his chest to verify.

Fortunately, the blood jade bone in his blood stopped his treasonous behavior in time.

Even if the master is turned into ashes, he will still know it!

Xiao Ran subconsciously looked at the somatosensory time.

I found that seven or eight hours had passed since the last time I located the master in the general's tent...

He was very busy because of the inscription.

After entering the underground labyrinth, he tried to use the power of resonance to locate as little as possible or use spiritual power to check with his consciousness, so as to save energy and prevent being followed.

In the end, I forgot Master!

He remembered that Shizun was holding a sword in the air before, and he thought he was just wandering around, but he didn't expect that he was really investigating and entered the maze before him.

Could it be that Master also came to find the inscription?

He can't ask this sentence.

There are words, spirits and poisons in the body.

However, the master only has the cultivation base of qi refining now, and he is still drinking heavily under the disorder of time and space. It is good to be able to maintain a clear mind. Even if he is located, it is difficult to reach him quickly in the maze.

You know, after entering the Nether Realm and getting lost with Master, it took him a whole day, his body wasted into a skinny monkey, and finally he found Master.

As soon as I came in, the master found him in less than an hour, and he didn't take a breath.

This is a maze!

Worthy of being a master.

He hurriedly helped the master up, and used a chopstick as a hairpin to help her hair into a simple bun.

Just adding a chopstick, Master's proud, powerful and beautiful aura suddenly rose.

Master is still a beautiful master.

The face is moist wine red.

There is also a hint of soul in the eyes that has gone through 500 years of vicissitudes.

Xiao Ran couldn't help feeling distressed, and wiped away his tears with his sleeve.

"I'm sorry, Master, I was late."

Ling Zhouyue's eyes recovered slightly, and she stared at Xiao Ran with resentment.

"Why do you want to get up? I have been looking for you for 500 years as a teacher, and I am exhausted. Can I use your body to lie down?"

Be like a wolf for 1000 years, and be like a tiger for 500 years!

But it's only been eight hours...

Women are so fierce!

Time was urgent, so Xiao Ran could only comfort him:

"Wait until we get out of the maze and break through the realm of the underworld, can we lie down again?"

Ling Zhouyue coughed dryly twice to cover up the instant blush on her face.

"Even if you still have a bit of conscience, knowing that Master's cultivation base is low now, you ventured into the maze and want to save Master from going out."

I'm here to...

Xiao Ran also coughed dryly twice, not daring to answer.

At this time, a surprised voice came from behind:

"Hey, didn't Senior Immortal come to ask the national teacher to rescue us?"

Snapped!

Xiao Ran kicked Wang Fugui's chubby face, and blocked his mouth.

Fortunately, at this moment, Ling Zhouyue was still in a half-drunk, half-awake state of stupefaction, thinking that the immortal elder that the young man was talking about was referring to her.

Spread your hands and say:

"I did come looking for the national teacher, I was afraid that he would have died in the maze long ago."

Xiao Ran was slightly taken aback.

"Master, did you come to look for the national teacher?"

"Yes."

Ling Zhouyue thought about why she was looking for the national teacher, and felt that the memory was so far away, but it seemed like yesterday.

After calming down, I simplified what happened in the gambling house yesterday, and simplified it by deleting it, and won it by deleting it.