Yang Fan smiled faintly.

"No." Yang Huixin shook her head and smiled: "Brother, go and meet Sister Shiyao. You haven't seen each other for so many years."

"good."

The wings of the wind and thunder behind Yang Fan disappeared from the seventh level as the wings swayed.

He rushed to the ninth level of Lingding Immortal Peak again and returned to the cave.

Deng Shiyao is practicing in seclusion, and Nangong Han receives him.

"Yes, you have already practiced to the middle stage of God Transformation. When will you be promoted to the late stage, I will accept you as your concubine."

Three phantoms behind Yang Fan appeared again, and the condescending Taoist.

"Yes, thank you for your kindness."

Nangong Han bowed and thanked him repeatedly.

For some reason, Yang Fan obviously did not release any breath, but she sensed a terrible oppression, feeling uneasy and breathless.

His faint aura even alarmed Deng Shiyao in seclusion.

"Mr.

Deng Shiyao said in surprise.

Soon, wearing a goose yellow palace dress, a beautiful figure with classical poetry and soft charm, walked out gracefully, with crystal clearness falling in her beautiful eyes.

"Shiyao, I finally saw you."

Yang Fan was overjoyed, his eyes full of care. He walked over and held her in his arms. Without saying a word, he kissed her red lips deeply.

"My husband, this is not good..."

Deng Shiyaoxiu's face was covered with a hint of shyness, and she quickly pushed him away.

She felt that her husband seemed to have changed.

In the past, Yang Fan felt guilty and cared about her, and respected the understanding of Confucianism more.

The couple always respect each other as guests.

But today, Yang Fan completely forgot about this.

"Shiyao, let's go in and make out..."

Yang Fan overbearingly carried Deng Shiyao's soft and delicate body and walked into the cave room.

"My husband..." Deng Shiyao struggled with shame and anger. She always paid attention to etiquette and did not like frivolity, but she could not resist Yang Fan.

After entering the room, Yang Fan tore off her skirt, but she was not as loving as before, and was a bit rough.

Deng Shiyao's beautiful eyebrows were frowning, with a little pain in her eyebrows, but she looked stubborn and bit her white teeth.

At one moment, a crystal tears fell, Yang Fan's body cooled down, his movements froze, and he held up his pretty face with great pain, and his mind trembled: "Shiyao, you are..."

"My husband, don't blame yourself. Shiyao is your wife."

Deng Shiyao smiled forcibly, but there were several green marks on her snow-white and warm naked body, like a torn flower.

...

At the same time, in Bai Yu Laoxian Cave.

"Master, what's the matter with me?" Yang Huixin asked.
Chapter completed!