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Zhao Wujiang pushed open the door and saw a beautiful woman sitting at the table.

A simple white gauze is covered with a beautiful look. If it weren't for peach blossom eyes, it would have been gentle and elegant.

Her head full of black hair was bound by a pink and white silk scarf, and was casually spread behind her head and hung to the depths of her waist.

"You are here..." Su Huayi gritted her teeth.

Zhao Wujiang sat down with her indifferently:

"What's the matter, say."

"You insulted my innocence and asked me what happened?" Su Huayi Taohua's eyes were filled with anger and resentment, and she stared at Zhao Wujiang.

Zhao Wujiang said lightly:

"You didn't let me go...

If you don't attack me, things won't go to this level."

"That saint came to make up for my fault in person!"

Su Huayi clasped her nose and raised her hand and palmed her, breaking the wind and hitting Zhao Wujiang.

Zhao Wujiang was not surprised at all. His eyes were bright and his hands were full of strength. He clamped Su Huayi's jade hand.

The lotus appeared on Su Huayi's eyebrows, but this time it was no longer a lotus with indigo buds, but a lotus with red and pink blooming.

Her cultivation suddenly increased, and her jade hand that was pinned was shocked, shaking Zhao Wujiang's clamping and fighting fiercely with Zhao Wujiang.

The martial arts cultivation in the room was inspiring, and tables and chairs were constantly being knocked over or even broken.

As he fought, Zhao Wujiang felt puzzled. Su Huayi fought with him, and he used all his moves, but he had no intention of killing. What happened?

How could he feel resentful? He flew like lightning, passed by Su Huayi, waved his arms and swept away his palms, and then bullied his body, and suddenly his heart was filled with soft jade.

Su Huayi was so embarrassed that she raised her legs and kicked her side, but was blocked by Zhao Wujiang's legs and feet that were raised at the same time. The two of them stood unsteadily and stepped back and fell into the tent of the bed curtain.

Zhao Wujiang pressed on the delicate body of the saint of Hehuan Sect. The saint was ashamed and angry, and the lotus on his eyebrows trembled, and he was about to hit again.

He was quick-eyed and quick-handed. After practicing the Vajra Indestructible Art, he suddenly pressed his palm with huge power downwards, and grabbed Su Huayi's hands and wrists, pressing him above Su Huayi's head.

"Damn it, let me go!" Su Huayi's pretty face immediately dyed red.

Zhao Wujiang stared at Su Huayi's cheeks, which was so shameless and charming, and smiled frivolously:

"What did you call me here to do? Could it be that you covet my body again?"

"You! Zhao Wujiang, I'll do it!" Su Huayi wanted to struggle, but Zhao Wujiang was so powerful that he was like a body of a Vajra.

Zhao Wujiang stared at the trembling water waves in Su Huayi's Taohua's eyes and nodded:

"I see..."

"What do you understand?"

Su Huayi's eyes flashed with shame and panic. The next moment, Zhao Wujiang smiled slightly, his cheeks approached, covering his fragrant lips.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

The hot and numbness immediately rose in Su Huayi.

Zhao Wujiang felt Su Huayi's struggle, but after only two breaths, the struggle gradually weakened. Su Huayi's delicate body softened, as if she was losing strength.

But he and Su Huayi knew exactly what was going on.

A few tactful catered to her, Su Huayi felt her pretty face hot. She wanted to struggle to get up, but her wrist was still tightly clamped by Zhao Wujiang's right hand.

Suddenly, she felt that her legs were lifted up by Zhao Wujiang and put them on her shoulders. She was shocked by this posture and said angrily:

"Zhao Wujiang, what are you going to do!"

......

In a white mouth cave down Mao'an, Zhao Wujiang fought with Su Huayi.

When Zhao Wujiang, who had practiced the Vajra Indestructible Art, his moves were wide open and closed, and he occasionally beat Su Huayi to beg for mercy.

Su Huayi lost the coldness and reluctance of the first encounter, and there was less resentment and anger, and more anger and affection.

Her moves gradually became weak, and she was constantly being picked up by Zhao Wujiang's long sword and swept her holes in the garden.

In one hour, the saint was defeated.

Even though he was defeated, Su Huayi was happy and beautiful, and collapsed on Zhao Wujiang's body, with her black hair dispersed in chaos, charming her.

She saw Zhao Wujiang using her scarf to tie her hair to clean the battlefield. Her pretty face was embarrassed and angry. Before she could speak, she saw Zhao Wujiang's handsome cheeks approaching, her breath was hot, and she quipped:

"Saint, is it beautiful?"

Su Huayi kept resisting Zhao Wujiang's storm for an hour, and was still weak and replied casually:

"Beautiful...dead..."

As soon as she said that, she immediately reacted, shyly following her pretty face and her neck turned red. She felt ashamed, cursed "bastard" lightly, and then hit Zhao Wujiang with a pink fist.

Zhao Wujiang forced her punch, feeling slightly stuffy in his chest, and quickly pinched her slightly blue wrist and said with a smile:

"If you feel bullied by me, you'll bully me back!"

Su Huayi was both annoyed and angry, saying, "This is what you said!"

She wanted to clamp Zhao Wujiang's wrists with one hand, but her jade bones and ice muscles were tender and small, and she couldn't hold them with one hand.

So she sat up, clamped Zhao Wujiang's wrist with her hands, and pressed her on Zhao Wujiang's head, with her beautiful eyes filled with evil spirits and scolded:
Chapter completed!