Ling Luoyu was about to turn around to follow, but Yang Zhi's voice suddenly came.

"Miss Yan, please wait!"

Po Yang and the others looked at her playfully, and bowed down one by one.

In an instant, there were only two of them left in the hall, and Jing could smell the needle.

Ling Luoyu turned his back to Yang Zhi, and looked sideways indifferently: "What's the command of the young master?"

"You seem to hate me?"

"Where does the Young Master start?"

"Speaking from your eyes..."

Yang Zhi came slowly, turned to her, and took a step closer.

"From the first glance you saw me... it was full of hostility, why? We never met before, why do you hate me so much?!"

Ling Luoyu stepped back: "The young master is too worried! In that environment... I am afraid that any woman will be full of hostility towards the surrounding..."

"Really? But why didn't this kind of hostility manifest in the high priest?!"

"...What does the young master mean?"

The gate of the palace passed by the corner of Ling Luoyu's eyes.

She was forced into the hall.

"Young Master, you left me... won't it be to discuss with me, do I hate your question?!"

"of course!"

"boom!"

The gate of the temple closed suddenly behind Yang Zhi, and the hall was silent.

Ling Luoyu's eyes trembled: "Young Master...I am a high priest! You..."

"Miss Ling, you think too much..."

Yang Zhi smiled suddenly, his deep and boundless eyes, a little more smile.

"Although I Yang Zhi likes beauties, it's not to the point where...I don't know the importance!"

Ling Luoyu stared madly: "Do you know who I am?!"

"Really...not knowing! It just so happens that I have some information about you in my hand..."

The palm was flipped, and a piece of paper was added to his hand.

"The above said... your identity is unknown. You suddenly became the Sect Master of the Yaoshan Sect, and in taking over as the Sect Master, you are extraordinary, and you can always do something amazing..."

The paper slowly opened, and it turned out to be a portrait of her.

"Seriously, this portrait... just drew your eyebrows, but not your charm... but this little eyebrow is enough to make any man fascinated!"

Ling Luoyu's scorching eyes met his eyes, and he turned his head with a wicked smile: "I think... among these men, you should not be included?! Because of your taste..."

She glanced behind him and blinked playfully.

"You seem to like a girl with a special relationship..."

The murderous intent of Yang Zhi's eyes suddenly rose, and he suddenly grabbed Ling Luoyu, firmly grasping Ling Luoyu, and pressing down on the table with a "bang", he fell down.

"Miss Ling, I'm being polite with you, but it doesn't mean you can say everything..."

A trace of coldness touched the back of his head quietly, and Ling Luoyu's lips also gave a thin smile.

"Young Master, if I can be here alone, it doesn't mean that I have to be at your disposal!"

Yang Zhi turned his head, looking at the soul blade spinning behind him, sneered disdainfully: "Do you really think that with such a knife, you can protect you well?!"

"If the young master doesn't believe me, you can try!"

The two of them faced each other, their eyes were like knives, and neither of them had the intention to flinch.

After a while, Yang Zhi suddenly got up, let go of Ling Luoyu, took two steps back, and raised his hands.

"I hope I read you right!"

"what?"

"You go!"

Yang Zhi turned around, and the hall door opened.

"As for the news... it will rot in my hands!!"