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Yang Miaozhen.

When Zhao Wujiang learned about this name on that rainy night, he sighed.

What is the beauty of the world?

In his hometown, in Blue Star, in the land called China, there is a long history, and there are not many people who have traveled there, but there are always some people whose beauty surpasses an era.

Xi Shi, Wang Zhaojun, Diao Chan, Yang Yuhuan... have the appearance of sinking fish and falling geese, and the moon is shy of the flowers.

It's a coincidence that there is only one word difference between Yang Miaozhen and Yang Yuhuan, whose Taoist name is Yang Taizhen, but they are both breathtakingly beautiful.

Zhao Wujiang was sitting on the big rock, with the stream flowing, and he stared at Yang Miaozhen's beautiful face without any concealment.

Yang Miaozhen's Gujing Wubo state of mind was soon destroyed, and her cheeks were stained with anger.

She was actually very happy in her heart, happy that Zhao Wujiang could come to Renzong to see her.

It was just that she had a cold face and an unsmiling expression, and she asked lightly:

"Are you here to let me lift the curse on you?"

"Yes." Zhao Wujiang admitted openly:

"I will definitely come when it comes to matters of life and death."

Yang Miaozhen's eyes trembled, a little dim.

Zhao Wujiang still had a gentle face and said with a smile:

"But regardless of life and death, I will come.

I, Zhao Wujiang, cannot only enter other people's bodies but not enter other people's lives. In that case, I would have a guilty conscience.

But I respect everyone's reasonable choices, just like if what happened again happens to me, I will still choose to save you that way.

And you can also choose to forget this matter, pursue the truth wholeheartedly, just tell me and I will turn around and leave."

Yang Miaozhen's eyes were full of water, and the mist in the mountain stream was dissipating. When she raised her head, she could see the sky dotted with stars. The starlight was a little messy, just like her heart at the moment.

She didn't like Zhao Wujiang's answer, but Zhao Wujiang's sincerity made waves stir in her heart, and he seemed to be gathering momentum to set off a stormy sea.

There were a few thatched houses, the stream was tinkling, and they were the only two people left at the bottom of the valley.

Zhao Wujiang raised his head and looked at the sky. They seemed to be at the bottom of a well, surrounded by peaks twisted by the black air under the night sky, reaching straight into the sky.

Yang Miaozhen didn't answer, and he didn't press him. When he was unsure, he would ask his mind or the wind passing by.

"I want you to stay."

Yang Miaozhen opened her red lips lightly, her tone was firm, her eyes were gurgling, and she stared into Zhao Wujiang's eyes, as if she was about to fall into them.

Zhao Wujiang stretched out and took advantage of the situation to wrap his arms around Yang Miaozhen's waist and bring him into his arms.

Yang Miaozhen exclaimed and was pulled into Zhao Wujiang's arms. Her face was shy and rosy in the dark night. She said angrily:

"You ruined my mood again!"

"This means that I am in your heart, doesn't it?" Zhao Wujiang held the beautiful girl tightly, feeling the heat in her body. He smiled and stared into the beautiful girl's eyes, which seemed to be filled with water.

Beautiful eyebrows and slender eyes, looking forward to the flight of the gods, the essence of literary brilliance, forgetting the vulgarity after seeing it.

Yang Miaozhen's white teeth were gently grinding together. She was indescribably sad and charming, half happy and half angry. Her beautiful eyes were stunned, reflecting the face of Zhao Wujiang who was getting closer and closer.

When their lips touched, Yang Miaozhen's delicate body trembled. She stretched out her hand to support Zhao Wujiang's chest, trying to push it away, but her hands were weak for some reason, so she could only let Zhao Wujiang pick it.

The girl's humming and the tinkling of the stream formed a tune.

The moist heat was warm, Yang Miaozhen's breath was like blue, and there seemed to be a lead cloud rising in her heart. There was affection hidden in the cloud, and the congestion was unbearable. Her slender arms hugged Zhao Wujiang's neck, and she responded fiercely with both shame and anger.

A hand lifted up the Taoist robe and reached inside, like a snake wandering in search of secluded places.

"Don't..." Yang Miaozhen's charming eyes were like silk, and she was breathing heavily. At the same time, her lips parted and she loosened her jade hand that was holding Zhao Wujiang's neck tightly. She held down Wujiang's big hand that was wandering inside the Taoist robe. Her tone was pleading, but not so.

firm.

Zhao Wujiang smiled gently, stopped his hand, picked up Yang Miaozhen, and walked towards the thatched cottage.

Thatched cottage is a house made of grass.

Soon after, the candlelight in the room went out, and some people exclaimed and shouted, seeming to welcome and reject.

The two met by chance at Lanruo Temple, and now they meet in a closed thatched cottage.
Chapter completed!