The morning breeze has no moon.

The sky was gray, and there seemed to be a wisp of smoke floating.

I looked up and could no longer see the traces of the lotus petals in the sky.

If you don’t use your cultivation level, open your eyes and see that you will be bothered and male within half a meter, and you will not distinguish between people and animals within one meter.

And even further away, there is only a piece of blackness with fangs and claws.

Zhao Wujiang and Xuanyuan Jing stood in front of a broken hall, looking at the darkness outside the room.

There was almost nothing in this broken palace, with only some scattered vessels or fragments of magic weapons. At the top of the palace, several large holes were also broken. The broken shape of the hole seemed to be pierced by a huge finger.

Such shelters are connected in groups and into groups of temples.

The treasures in the temple have been moved clean by all major sects and tribes over the years.

The night wind howled and whirred.

Zhao Wujiang drew several talismans in succession and pasted them on beams, pillars or walls to give himself and Xuanyuan Jing a layer of protection.

Who knows what weirdness is? Will you enter the house?

Zhao Wujiang and Xuanyuan Jing sat on a large wooden table. The wooden table was dark brown and was pieced together with about three or four double beds in size. Zhao Wujiang speculated that this wooden table was most likely an altar.

Zhao Wujiang lay on the table, took out a quilt from the storage bag, and covered himself and Xuanyuan Jing.

When sleeping, cover your belly button and heart to avoid catching a cold at night.

"I can't sleep." Xuanyuan Jing muttered, and after he untied his restraints, he was so full that his bedding was bulging.

When she turned around, she was covered in a quilt.

Zhao Wujiang was chilly all over, but fortunately there was a door in the palace, otherwise the night wind would be disturbed, so he could only use his cultivation to keep the cold.

"What's wrong? Are you worried?" Zhao Wujiang asked with concern, looking at Xuanyuan Jing's graceful back.

Xuanyuan Jing turned around, frowned, and said with a keen sense of smell:

"That Yin Taoer has something strange to you."

"Hey, don't say it, it's quite tiring after a day." Zhao Wujiang yawned:

"Go to sleep."

"Tell me how you met?" Xuanyuan Jing shook Zhao Wujiang's shoulders.

Zhao Wujiang's eyes rolled:

"She once wanted to murder me, but I broke it...the conspiracy..."

"Seriously?" Xuanyuan Jing was suspicious, his hair was like a waterfall, his eyebrows were picturesque, and his expression was slightly slightly savored by his lips, which was so beautiful that it inadvertently teased Zhao Wujiang's mind.

"Can there be fake?" Zhao Wujiang took the bedding seriously, and put his hands under the bedding around Xuanyuan Jing's soft waist:

"Okay OK OK, go to bed."

The two of them got close to each other, Xuanyuan Jing snorted:

"I know how to get flirting with the flowers every day."

Zhao Wujiang's nose tip thrust, and his nose tip rubbed against Xuanyuan Jing like a dog:

“What a big sour taste.”

"Hmph." Xuanyuan Jing pushed Zhao Wujiang's head to a higher degree.

"What a big milky smell." Zhao Wujiang's face was constantly pushed by Xuanyuan Jing's two jade hands, and his face was deformed.

Fortunately, he was thick-skinned and could see a smile on his face:

"My wife, I was wrong."

A voice of wife made Xuanyuan Jing’s mouth inadvertently curl up a smile, his pretty face became more and more shocking. Her force to reject Zhao Wujiang was also weaker.

Zhao Wujiang took advantage of the situation to hug Xuanyuan Jing tightly, and the two of them pressed against each other. He whispered in Xuanyuan Jing's ear:

"My wife doesn't like me to mess with flowers, but why does she always want me to mess with flowers and mess with flowers?"

Xuanyuan Jing blushed:

"The dog can't spit out ivory."

"Then I have to prove my innocence." Zhao Wujiang was serious.

"Hmm?" Xuanyuan Jing was puzzled.

The next moment, Zhao Wujiang printed her lips, and the dampness and heat invaded.

"Um..." Xuanyuan Jing was blocked and wanted to struggle, but soon the struggle disappeared and began to respond tactfully.

The night wind is gentle and the affection is strong.

You and I will be kind to you.

The talisman paper in the palace fluttered and rustled.

The clothes under the bedding were lifted lightly.

Zhao Wujiang made his move, and his big move was free, and Xuanyuan Jing's eyes gradually became blurred.

"Madam." Zhao Wujiang called softly.

"Ah!" Xuanyuan Jing exclaimed, his body was slightly cool and his clothes were gone.
Chapter completed!