Walking in Shaolin, Sutra Pavilion.

Emperor Ye Donghuang walked into the door with Zhao Shirong in his arms. The originally quiet Sutra Pavilion was even more quiet. Not only the Sutra Pavilion, but the entire Shaolin area was like this. Except for a few Shaolin disciples who saw that the situation was not good, the rest were all executed.

And a group of martial arts people stood outside the temple and dared not take a step!

They knew that there were many treasures in Shaolin, such as various martial arts secrets and magical medicines, but with Emperor Ye Dong of the killing of the Invincible Grand Master in front and exterminated Shaolin in the back, no one dared to pull out his teeth at this moment.

No matter how good the treasure is, you must enjoy it with your life!

"This is the Shaolin Sutra Pavilion!"

Zhao Shirong looked at the neat bookshelf with beautiful eyes and curiously looking at the rows of neat bookshelf. Although his voice was still weak, it was full of indescribable excitement and excitement.

This is the first time she has come to the Shaolin Sutra Pavilion!

Who would have thought that Shaolin, as the martial arts mountain Tai Diu, was destroyed by Ye Donghuang!

And Ye Donghuang... is her man!

"The world's martial arts are produced in Shaolin. Although it is exaggerated, this collection of books is indeed rich!"

Ye Donghuang swept through the dense collection of books, including martial arts books, Buddhist scriptures, medical skills and astrology... It can be said that it is all-encompassing. Ye Donghuang came here to pack all these books away.

"Brother Ye, what are you going to do with so many classics? Take them away?"

After following Ye Donghuang these days, Zhao Shirong vaguely knew that Ye Donghuang had great ambitions and wanted to swallow the eight desolates and encompass the four seas.

This can be used as the foundation for the establishment of sects, but it is not suitable for the base for the imperial hegemony.

As smart as her, I decided that Ye Donghuang would not stay here!

"Well, as for how to take it away, you will know later!"

Ye Donghuang nodded. He not only had a space ring, but also a ten thousand fishing emperor pole, which contained a ten thousand Taoist world and four small worlds: Xiaonao, Yitian, Bad Man, and the Ming Jianghu!

Not to mention a small Sutra Library, even the entire Songshan Mountain can be moved away.

Zhao Shirong was curious, but didn't ask much, and was looking forward to it. She knew that Ye Donghuang always had something unexpected.

"I'll show you the injury first!"

Ye Donghuang put Zhao Shirong down. The situation was critical before, so he did not have any extra time to carefully examine Zhao Shirong. He just used thousands of true qi to protect her heart and ensure that she would not be in danger of life.

"Brother Ye, I don't have to worry. Your true energy has repaired a lot of injuries in my body. Your body is very serious. Let's heal yourself first!"

Zhao Shirong's pale little face was bright and smiling. Before, Ye Donghuang fought with the Sweeping Monk and exchanged injuries for injuries. In the end, although he killed the Sweeping Monk, he was also seriously injured!

Later, he suppressed and conquered the Bodhidharma Sword, and was covered with bruises by the sword intent. If it weren't for the strong and terrifying body of Ye Donghuang and the extremely perverted recovery, he would have long known how many hundred times he had died!

"My injuries are no longer a big deal!"

Ye Donghuang's robe shook, and all the blood was gone. The hole on the clothes that had been torn by the sword intent instantly recovered as before, just like a brand new one.

His robe is not an ordinary robe, but the emperor robe in the imperial suit he obtained before. Although it is now only the third-level top-level and cannot resist the sword intent of the fourth-level Heavenly Man-level Damo Sword, it also helped Ye Donghuang reduce huge damage!

With Ye Donghuang's powerful body, his power is not as terrifying as before.

There is also the headband on his head and the boots under his feet, which are made of flat crowns and emperor boots. These are all sets. Although the grade is not high, they are very powerful in nature and have extraordinary uses. They can not only change their shapes as they please, but also put them into their bodies.

You should know that ordinary treasures can only be stored in the body when they reach the fourth level!

"Brother Ye's clothes are also immortal weapons?"

Zhao Shirong's beautiful eyes lit up, and he reached out to touch Ye Donghuang's clothes, and pinched them again. He had seen that the Bodhidharma sword could be stored in his body, and she also knew that there were many unimaginable magical things in this world.

Swish!

Ignoring Zhao Shirong's curiosity, Ye Donghuang tore open the blood-stained clothes on her chest, and blood scabs condensed on her tender skin like white jade, which made people feel distressed!

His slender fingertips gently slashed through them, and under the thousands of true qi, blood scabs fell off, shattered, and dissipated, revealing two red wounds.

Zhao Shirong took back his plain hands that looked at Ye Donghuang's clothes, pinched his feet, and suddenly climbed onto a few tempting red clouds on his pale cheeks. Although she had long been secretly accused of Ye Donghuang, it was the first time she showed her beauty in front of Ye Donghuang.

Feeling the cold fingertips of Ye Donghuang passing through his skin, Zhao Shirong felt shy and did not dare to look at Ye Donghuang. The most embarrassing thing was that she must be very ugly at this moment!

indeed!

The blood scab was removed by Ye Donghuang's ten thousand true qi, revealing her white skin, but there were two small, red wounds in the snow-white whiteness, which greatly deteriorated the scenery. She was so embarrassed that she was injured by Xuandu's flower-picking fingers and falling leaves.

Ten thousand true qi condensed at the fingertips, and Ye Donghuang pressed his scorching palm.

"Um!"

A warm feeling on his chest surged into his heart, and Zhao Shirong's heart trembled and he couldn't help but moan.

"ah!"

As if he noticed the indecentness, Zhao Shirong quickly covered his rosy cherry mouth, his eyes full of shyness, and he wanted to find a crack in the ground to get in.

As time passed, Zhao Shirong's face became more and more rosy. I don't know if it was because of his injury or because he was thinking of something else. His eyes were blurred and he wandered outside the sky, and his mind was full of thoughts!

After one stick of incense, Zhao Shirong's injuries recovered as before. His skin was blown and he could not see any trace of injuries. This is the power of the ten thousand true qi.

The power of all paths is united, and one path produces ten thousand paths, and one path leads to ten thousand paths!

All the true qi can be transformed into any kind of true qi, and healing is naturally no problem.

"What do you think?"

After healing the wound, he saw that the other party was still wandering around and did not notice it at all. Ye Donghuang's prank hand grabbed it with all his might!

Well...it's real!

big!

soft!

bomb!

"ah!"

Zhao Shirong exclaimed, suddenly woke up, his face flushed, and then he realized that his injuries had healed. Feeling Ye Donghuang's big hand, he was shy and coquettish: "Brother Ye!"

"I have shed so much blood for you today, and it's time for you to go tonight?" Ye Donghuang did not continue, helped Zhao Shirong up, put him in his ear, and said ambiguously.

After nearly a month in the Song Dynasty, four stunning beauties, Zhao Shirong, Wu Xingyun, Li Qiushui and Li Canghai, accompanied each other day and night, but they have been practicing!

I didn't know, but I thought he couldn't do it!

I just healed my wounds and my anger was aroused. I had several fierce battles before, and I needed to release them well.

He is not a saint, but a mortal with flesh and blood, desires!

He has the ability to possess so many beauties, so why should he pretend to be a gentleman who is calm and unwilling to make himself uncomfortable?

He is not a perverted masochist!

"Um!".

Zhao Shirong pinched his fingers shyly and expectantly, without any determination, his voice was like a mosquito roaring, and he could not hear it.
Chapter completed!