Chapter 182 The sour smell of love

Chu Yu slowly helped Ning Zhao and stood up.

He carefully looked at Ning Zhao from head to toe with concern and careful consideration, confirming that she was not injured or had any abnormalities, and then he let down a hung heart.

The girl's eyelashes were extremely curly. From the side, they looked like a small fan that kept waving, moving around, catching the heartstrings of a person. Below the innocent almond eyes were round cheeks, with white skin and red skin. The two were very close to each other, and even the small fluff on their faces could be seen clearly. Further down, there was the slightly curled corner of the mouth, and the lips were covered with rouge, showing a tender pink red color, which looked moist and full, which made people unable to help but want to step forward and have a kiss.

Chu Yu only felt that his face was getting hotter. A red cloud spread from his side to his ears. The vivid heart in his chest was thumping, as if it was about to jump out.

Ning Zhao noticed his strangeness, pursed his lips, raised his hand and touched it in front of him, pressing it on the ink-colored cloud-patterned clothes. Below her hand was Chu Yu's chest.

Chu Yu:!!!

Senior sister, what does this mean?

Chu Yu was slightly stunned when he noticed her movements.

Ning Zhao forced himself to press down on the corner of his mouth that was about to fly to his temples, raised his face and blinked his big misty eyes at Chu Yu, pretending to be surprised and said, "Your heartbeats so fast!"

"Is something happening in the illusion just now..."

Before she could finish her words, she was interrupted by Chu Yu.

"no!"

"Miss Xiaohe, are you going to the eighth floor?"

But... why did Xuan Xiang cover her side face?

Ning Zhao and Chu Yu who had just reacted:...

She barely bent the corners of her lips, showed a smile, and nodded at Ye Tianhe.

Besides, the situation at this time and the environment at this time are not suitable for romance. He saw the slightly surprised expression on Ning Zhao's face and quickly added: "I'm fine."

The more Yin Ziqi looked at her, the more she felt that this little girl had a very similar face to the person she remembered.

Yin Ziqi was waiting for this sentence, her eyes rolled and she smiled and said, "Then let's go together." Just so happened that she was not sure about her idea and needed to observe more.

Yin Ziqi's eyes passed by Chu Yu and Ning Zhao. She always felt that the sour taste that this little brat said was not the exact taste.

The prophet stared at Xuan Xiang with a little puzzled face, and was waiting for Xuan Xiang to explain what he smelled.

Furthermore, the phrase "Senior Brother Cui" that this little girl accidentally called out in the illusion is also a suspicion.

Ning Zhao also knew that her performance in the illusion was very suspicious. She secretly wondered whether to tell Ning Yan and Yin Ziqi the truth. After hesitating for a moment, she finally decided to let it go first.

"Xiaohe...how are you?"

The prophet who sniffed it seriously for a long time:...

"Senior Brother Ning?"

She only knew that Xuan Xiang had a strong learning ability, but she didn't expect that the casual words she said on weekdays, "I don't look, it's full of the sour smell of love!" He could remember them all in his heart.

"Did you smell it? The air is filled with sour smell."

With a creaking sound, everyone followed the sound and Ye Tianhe moved his feet. What he stepped on under his feet was the blank scroll.

"Senior Brother Ye?"

Chu Yu knew that he was not able to talk about love in public.

Ning Yan and Xu Mingchao, the three of them looked at each other for a few seconds, followed them and walked up the stairs leading to the eighth floor.

"Let's go to the eighth floor."

Ning Zhao laughed awkwardly and threw a knife at Xuan Xiang.

...

Xuan Xiang put his hands on his hips, frowning at Ning Zhao and Chu Yu, and teasing: "The sour smell of love!"

Ning Zhao shook his head and looked sideways at the prophet Xuan Xiang and the others standing beside him. They didn't seem to be seriously injured, but their clothes were broken a few small holes.

Xuan Xiang stuck out his tongue and didn't say anything.

His eyes passed through the empty seventh floor, sighed lightly, looked at Mo Yiyi sideways, and said warmly: "Yiyi, there should be no treasure on the seventh floor."

It doesn't have any weird smell, it's just the smell of powdery and bloody on the girls' bodies, and I can't smell the other smells.

"What are you doing when you stand here and stay motionless?"

"Is it another trap? He is lying here specifically?"

"Go, even if you can't get the treasure, you have to go up and take a look."

Sure enough, Xuan Xiang's words made everyone react in the next second.

"Xuan Xiang!" The prophet frowned and scolded in a low voice.

The key point is that the book is really kissing, and she and Chu Yu have just had a little physical contact, and they are following wherever they are!

As far as she knows, this little girl and Prophet Xuanxiang are both from Yuncheng, and they do not have much cultivation or their family background. So, why do she understand the spiritual veins so well, let alone those ancient books that she has never heard of.

Ye Tianhe Mo Yiyi and others:...

Ning Zhao frowned. Just as he was about to ask, he saw Xuan Xiang's little face frowning together, and his mouth was tuning with an exaggerated expression. He slapped his hand in front of him, and shook his eyes at the prophet beside him and said, "Prophet, do you smell it?"

Yin Ziqi, who saw the clues early in the morning:...

She is so stupid, really.

All around him are disciples from various sects, and they are not familiar with those people. It is actually not appropriate for Xuan Xiang to say these jokes at this time.

The prophet thought his nose had failed, so he felt a little sniffled in his heart. He wrinkled his nose and sucked it seriously for a while before looking at Xuan Xiang in confusion and said seriously: "I didn't smell it, what kind of sour smell?"

What do you smell? Is it possible...and there is still ambush?

Upon hearing this, everyone on the seventh floor of the Nine-Level Demon Tower paused, silently held their breath, and took a breath carefully.

Mo Yiyi still didn't want to pay attention to him, but in front of everyone, she had to give him some face no matter what.

Chu Yu felt the searching gazes on his body, and finally realized that they were still on the seventh floor of the Nine-level Demon Tower. Not only them are here, but also Ye Tianhe, Mo Yiyi, Xu Mingchao, Ning Yan, Yin Ziqi and others. Ning Zhao's identity has not been revealed yet, and he has selfish intentions in his heart, unwilling to let everyone know her secret.

"As long as you don't open the scroll, it should be fine."

Cui Shan's pupils suddenly dilated and he quickly reminded him loudly: "Don't move!"

It would be fine if I didn’t say it, but once I said that I was Ning Zhao, the senior sister of the Lingjian Sect, how should I explain my current identity as a girl Xiaohe, and how should I ignore the existence of the system?

Yin Ziqi, Ning Zhao and others had already walked along the stairs to the eighth floor of the Nine-story Demon Tower. Before they could step onto the floor, they saw several backs standing in front of them, one tall and strong, blocking the doors on the eighth floor tightly.

Ye Tianhe did not listen to Cui Shan. He pursed his lips, with a little displeasure on his face. He raised his feet and moved two steps to the side, trying to keep himself away from the scroll as far as possible.

Ning Zhao and Chu Yu looked at each other, and their hearts were stuttering. Just as they were about to step back, they realized that their feet were filled with cement and were extremely moved.

The child's voice sounded in his ears, and there was no window, but it was mixed with the whistling sound of the wind.

"Hehehehehehehehehe, one, two, three, wooden man!"

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