The wife of the leader of the Blood God Sect, whose skill cooling ended, decided to catch her "husband" off guard.

Her pretty face was moist, and a hint of cunning flashed through her beautiful eyes. At that time, her fair body rushed forward and threw herself into her "husband" and grabbed her handle.

Zhao Wujiang was controlled by others and lay down on the bed. He was about to get up, but was covered by Linglong's delicate body. Looking at the wife of the leader of the Blood God Sect whose eyes were so hot that she could almost pull out the water, he said seriously:

"Madam, please respect yourself. I have something to do."

"My husband is very interested today, and he is not as big as the same as before."

The plump and beautiful woman with charm still kept her mouth covered her mouth and smiled, gave Zhao Wujiang a blank look, and refused to let go.

Soon, she noticed a trace of abnormality and exclaimed in surprise:

"I haven't seen you for a day. Why is your affairs so much?

Could it be related to the mysterious spiritual technique you practice on weekdays?”

Zhao Wujiang refused to answer.

The plump and beautiful woman didn't think much about it. Her husband just spent his days studying hard and talking very little.

"Thank you for your hard work, husband." Her wet and hot tongue licked her moist red lips, and her pretty face was so rosy that it could almost drip out spring water.

Her eyes dodged, and invisibly she teased her. She held the hanging black hair behind her ears with one hand, opened and closed her red lips, and buried her head.

Zhao Wujiang originally wanted to ask the beautiful woman some secrets of the Blood God Sect so that she could better find the treasures of the Blood God Sect.

But now the beautiful woman volunteered and was blocked and could not answer his question.

Soon, Zhao Wujiang, who was in high momentum, once again replenished the demonic energy.

The plump and beautiful woman's body is like a small boat in the angry sea, enduring the storm and swaying constantly, but she still stands tall, like a wolf or a tiger, constantly showing off her skills.

In her heart, her husband has never been as brave as today for so many years. She must seize the opportunity to experience the joyful beauty of love between men and women recorded in the gorgeous books.

One and a half hours later, she tasted all the sweetness, her beautiful eyes were blurred, and she collapsed on the bed, as if she was happy and angry. Seeing her "husband" searching for something in the room, a trace of resentment arose in her heart, and she thought she was not competing for her.

I can't stand my husband's teasing.

Zhao Wujiang searched for the treasure in the room, touched it here, and knocked it there.

Soon, he found a golden brown bag in the dresser drawer of the beautiful woman.

It is only the size of a palm, and the style looks like a sachet bag.

He pulled the rope on the bag and wanted to open it, but he was subjected to a wave of resistance.

With a thought, he mobilized his cultivation and pulled the rope on the bag again.

This time, the resistance just appeared, and his cultivation level was destroyed and dissipated, and the bag was opened.

There was a hazy white aperture at the entrance of the bag, as if the bag was filled with skylight.

Zhao Wujiang stretched his hand inside, and his entire palm was in the bag, while the appearance of the palm-sized bag did not change at all.

Storage bag? Qiankun bag? He already knew what this beautiful bag was in his heart. It should be that the storage bag in the fairy world has its own world.

I have never eaten pork, but I have seen pigs running.

Although Zhao Wujiang is a native of Lanxing, he is familiar with history from ancient times to the present, China and abroad, Tang poetry, Song lyrics and Yuan lyrics, ancient mythological novels, Hehuan Records, Jin Ping Mei, etc.

With the development of the Internet, I have read various novels based on the Internet as a carrier, and I am not unfamiliar with the world of fairy tales.

He groped in the storage bag with his big hands, and soon he felt a cold item, square.

He stretched out his hand from the palm-sized storage bag, and was taken out together with a grass-green wooden sign.

The wooden plaque is very textured when rubbed, with no words on both sides, and only a half-open lotus is carved.

Zhao Wujiang felt that his mood was much more peaceful and peaceful just by holding the wooden sign in his hand.

He looked around and tried to see the secrets carried on the wooden sign.

The wife of the Sect Master of Blood God Sect glanced at "Husband" and said with a smile:

"Husband, what are you playing this lotus card now?
Chapter completed!