Hua Jieyu, the Hua Xianzong, was wearing a colorful dress, and his exquisite beauty made many male cultivators look at him frequently.

She frowned and was still thinking about what Zhao Wujiang said before.

"Brother Zhao asks you to help me with something."

She kept thinking about it in turn, at half past the matter, was it 4:30? It was the time?

I'll help you...what do you want?

Brother Zhao? What is it?

While she was thinking, Zhao Wujiang and Li Chunjun came over. The female cultivators of the Huaxian Sect instantly mobilized their cultivation and stared at the three of them coldly.

Zhao Wujiang walked slowly and smiled gently:

"Sister Jieyu."

Hua Jieyu was still bound to her delicate body, and she nodded with a calm face.

Zhao Wujiang grabbed her hand intimately. She wanted to struggle, but she was still reluctant to obey.

Zhao Wujiang hugged Hua Jieyu's shoulder and whispered in her ear:

"I hope Sister Jieyu can really turn wars with us into jade. This is all good, what do you think?"

Hua Jieyu felt the man's majestic and humid breath, and her pretty face was a little rosy, and she stammered:

"Brother Zhao is right."

Zhao Wujiang gently pinched Hua Jieyu's perky nose, scratched it with his fingers, and the evil spirit was lingering:

"Sister Jieyu, do you still remember what you said to you just now?

At 4:30, it was Yin hour, and brother Zhao, who was the bra.

Sister Jieyu must remember it.”

Hua Jieyu understood in an instant, her pretty face was blushing and covered in clouds, so rosy that water was about to drip out, and her delicate body trembled slightly.

When Xuanyuan Jing saw this scene, he pursed his lips slightly and snorted softly. She knew that Zhao Wujiang and Hua Jieyu were having sex, but she still couldn't help feeling a little sour.

I **, what did Zhao Wujiang say? I know how to tease you so well. When will I have to learn a few tricks from him and go back to tease Xiuniang... Li Chunjun was stunned.

Many male cultivators who were always paying attention to Hua Jieyu were broken when they saw this scene, and they wanted to push Zhao Wujiang away and take Zhao Wujiang instead.

It would be great if they could hug Hua Jieyu like this. Hua Jieyu's face was shy and it would be wonderful to think about it.

"Hmm." Hua Jieyu snorted with a soft voice, and only Zhao Wujiang heard it.

The magic whip has slipped through the peaks and troughs on Hua Jieyu's delicate body, and has released Hua Jieyu's constraints.

Zhao Wujiang rewinded the yellowish bracelets on his wrist.

Hua Jieyu's delicate body was a little limp, panting heavily, full of shame and anger.

"Sister Jieyu is quite fragrant." Zhao Wujiang was so angry, but his eyes trembled for a moment, and he returned to normal in an instant, holding Hua Jieyu:

"I hope you, my brother and sister have a deep relationship, but don't go against each other again.

If I have the chance in the future, I will definitely try the difference between my sister."

He slowly let go of his hand, gently tapped Hua Jieyu's forehead, and turned around and left.

The wrists of the magic whip were wrapped around the sleeves and trembled slightly.

Hua Jieyu's last whisper of shame and anger was heard in his ears, and a hint of joy of victory:

"My sister's body, are you satisfied with me?"

The magic whip on the wrist was slightly wet and stained with slightly viscous water silk and body fragrance, which was corroding Zhao Wujiang's wrist at this moment.

Zhao Wujiang's eyes flashed with purple light, and purple mist wrapped around his wrist, resolving this toxic, non-toxic corrosive force.

The two seem to be intimate, but in fact they both have ruthless tricks.

He, Xuanyuan Jing and Li Chunjun turned into fireflies and disappeared from everyone's sight.

Hua Jieyu's breathing gradually calmed down, and her delicate body was still a little numb in several parts. Her shame and annoyance gradually disappeared, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. In the end, she was slightly better and taught Zhao Wuyang a lesson.

She wanted to tell Zhao Wuyang that her flower art is a flower, a flower full of poisonous thorns.

If you want to provoke her, you have to pay the price.

However, she was a little complicated for a while and couldn't figure it out. Should she continue to hostile to Zhao Wuyang and others, or should she really turn war into jade?

For so many years, I don’t know how many monks have pursued her, coveted her, and greedy for her body, but no male monk dared to tease her so nakedly, almost all of whom have the heart but no courage.
Chapter completed!