"Aren't I discussing with you now?" Zhao Wujiang joked in the face of Lu Xiaojin's shyness.

"Not this..." Lu Xiaojin glared at Zhao Wujiang, and Qiu Shui's long eyes were filled with shame and anger.

Zhao Wujiang rubbed Lu Xiaojin's jade back and smiled gently:

"Which is that?"

"Ask a question knowingly." Lu Xiaojin glared at Zhao Wujiang again and scolded:

"Be careful that I will interrupt you with one punch."

Zhao Wujiang transformed into a crotch-covering school:

"I twisted so hard that I couldn't stop and wanted to interrupt with one punch. What joke?"

Lu Xiaojin covered his right fist with a layer of black gauze, and his aura was as imposing as abyss, staring at Zhao Wuyang with shame and anger.

Zhao Wujiang spread his hands and signaled that he would lose again.

Lu Xiaojin snorted lightly. The man's ability to show weakness made her love and hate her. She not only made her feel pity and care, but also always made her feel like she was hitting the cotton with one punch.

After several verbal confrontations, cultivation level confrontations, and physical confrontations, she felt that the man seemed to be sure of her.

She took out her dress and was about to wear it. But the man was approaching again and shouted excitedly:

"I'll do it, I'll do it."

The man took her dress and wore it for her, touched it here and rubbed it there, and seemed to be wearing clothes for her, but in fact it was more like eating tofu. From time to time, she made her delicate body itchy and her heart was slightly rippled.

Soon, the two of them finished dressing.

Lu Xiaojin was still wearing a black dress, her pretty face still had a faint rosy, her long hair was like a waterfall, and her coldness was like a black lotus.

Zhao Wujiang was wearing a black robe with silver cloud patterns embroidered on it.

A handsome man and a beautiful woman.

When the two left the Eternal Blue Sky Scroll and returned to the bronze hall in the mouth of the Taotie statue, they immediately discovered something wrong.

The spiritual energy around it was already stained with a dark and scarlet red at some point.

At the same time, the world outside the hall was filled with yellow sand, and the smell of blood was drifting away.

"What happened to Feng'er and the others." Lu Xiaojin frowned, and Qingleng and Ling Li's temperaments reappeared.

"Then you go and have a look first." Zhao Wujiang nodded:

"I'll go find Wuliang and Li Chunjun."

"Then be careful." Lu Xiaojin was a little reluctant and worried.

"So too. Power is the foundation, but now this world seems to have undergone strange changes. Be careful and do not be more important than show off your power." Zhao Wujiang nodded and instructed him, and he would fly out of the hall with a little toe.

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"Wait a minute." Lu Xiaojin's long eyes were bright.

"What's wrong?" Zhao Wujiang was puzzled.

Lu Xiaojin quickly walked over, hooked Zhao Wujiang's neck with a slender hand, and red lips were printed on his lips, and the two of them hugged each other.

She was nostalgic for the man's breath, kept it warm for a moment, and told her seriously:

"After everything is fine, I will come to find me. If I don't come, I, Lu Xiaojin, will hit you once when I see you!"

Zhao Wujiang smiled knowingly, tapped Lu Xiaojin's forehead with his fingertips, and said gently:

"good."

He acted thrillingly and after saying that, he fled into the yellow sand all over the sky.

Lu Xiaojin stared at his departure back in a daze, regaining his domineering and indifference, and also escaped into the yellow sand.

After they disappeared from the bronze hall in Taotie's mouth, a slight footsteps sounded in the hall. A figure in a white robe appeared at the door of the hall, with complex eyes and shock looking at the yellow sand all over the sky.

"How strange, is it that I was wrong? Lu Xiaojin was so intimate with Zhao Wuyang. The two of them even vomited a letter and exchanged saliva in their mouths. "

The figure of the white robe was Zhuge Xiaobai. The golden dice in his hand turned, and the shock on his face still did not fade, and he murmured:

"Zhao Wuyang is indeed not simple. Lu Xiaojin is not chasing him, it is clearly a concealment of his old lover's meeting.

Zhao Wuyang, who are you? Why can’t you find out your past?"

"Ouch." Zhuge Xiaobai suddenly uttered a sigh of pain on his face. He regretted it. Why didn't he take out the universe in the painting to record the scene of Lu Xiaojin and Zhao Wuyang in love with each other?
Chapter completed!