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Wangzhou, North.

Wangbei Inn.

On the third floor of the inn, Su Huayi, the saint of Hehuan Sect, was sitting at the table with her cheeks in her eyes, and her thoughts were surging in her mind.

I don’t know whether it was because Zhao Wujiang fell in love with him or because he fell in love over time, but now Zhao Wujiang’s figure appears in her mind from time to time.

She had to admit that when she saw Zhao Wujiang take off her bronze mask, she was indeed a little amazed at Zhao Wujiang's handsome appearance.

After entering the Hehuan Sect for many years, she has been practicing the Hehuan Sect's martial arts, but she has never practiced them. As she always thought, the world is as dark as crows, and men are as hateful as men in the world. They are all greedy for money and lust, and forget their righteousness when they see sex.

Although she had a love affair with Zhao Wujiang, she still thought that Zhao Wujiang was hateful, but it was just a hateful point, and it was a bit different from her imagination...

The pain when I first tasted the things between men and women, and the joy when I gradually tasted the things between men and women, this change has always surrounded Su Huayi.

Perhaps it was because of the backlash brought by the practice of martial arts for many years, and now she felt that she was being swallowed by the martial arts, and her desire and fire began to burn her.

As she thought about it, she felt ashamed and annoyed, ashamed of her current state, and also annoyed by her current state, she thought of Zhao Wujiang again.

Thinking of Zhao Wujiang's initial indifference and calmness, thinking that she and Zhao Wujiang would have fought against each other, but she attacked Zhao Wujiang at the last moment, which ignited Zhao Wujiang's anger and desire.

She also thought of Zhao Wujiang's gentleness when he heard her humming and slowed down, and then threw it down to take her internal care afterwards to prevent her from leaking her spring scenery.

Suddenly, she felt resentment. I don’t know if it was because she and Zhao Wujiang couldn’t meet again, but she… could not avenge her own identity, or if she resented her own identity would make some things impossible.

Damn... Su Huayi's more annoyed the more she thought about it. It must be the backlash of the Hehuan Sect's martial arts, which was bewitching and devouring her Bingqing's heart.

She stood up, with a graceful figure, and a plain white gauze swayed with her waist. She came to the window and looked at the South Road.

Su Huayi speculated that Zhao Wujiang and others must have come for the secret book left by the sweeping monk. Judging from the itinerary of the Holy Son Lin Tianlang, Zhao Wujiang should have also come from the north and must have passed through the Wangbei Inn. As long as he waits here, he will definitely be able to wait for him.

I must have a break with him! Su Huayi's eyes trembled, and the waves in her eyes were filled with water.

She saw three horses rising up the dust from the south. Although it was dark and it was hard to see clearly, the bronze mask worn by the person who came on the horse was particularly eye-catching.

As she approached, she saw a big red horse racing in front of her, sitting opposite each other on her back.

When he saw a woman wearing a broad black robe embracing the tall bronze masked man, Su Huayi frowned for no reason, and anger and resentment flashed in her heart.

She stared at the waiter's flattering smile and led Zhao Wujiang into the inn. The horse-drawn clerk led three horses into the stable.

Then, she closed the window, and all her shame and anger turned into anger in her beautiful eyes.

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Zhao Wujiang, Gu Nanyuan and others stepped onto the second floor of the inn. Most people from the martial arts world rushed to Putuo Temple, and the inn was not that busy.

As soon as he stepped on the second floor, Zhao Wujiang saw four old men in white robes on the stairs connecting the second and third floors. These old men looked very familiar. His eyes narrowed slightly and thought of the elders of Hehuan Sect.

The moment Jia Er San and Jia Yijiu stepped onto the second floor, their energy flowed quietly, and their eyes were filled with evil staring at the four elders of Hehuan Sect, wondering, could Hehuan Sect come to find Lord Zhao again?

"Young Master Zhao, the saint is welcome!" The elder of Hehuan Sect looked cold.

Zhao Wujiang still had the same answer as last time:

"Don't go!"

"Since the young master is wearing a mask, he just doesn't want the rest of the people to discover their identities, which will cause unnecessary trouble..." The elder of Hehuan Sect looked cold:

"The saint has seen the appearance of the young master. If you don't go, the saint of this sect can only make the appearance of the young master public and make some additional comments...

At that time, don’t blame me.”

Listening to the threatening words of the elder of Hehuan Sect, Zhao Wujiang narrowed his eyes slightly. He rubbed his fingers, not understanding what the saint of Hehuan Sect would do to him.

Could you please let me give her an explanation? What can I explain this?

In his eyes, golden starlight slowly appeared, with stars dotted, and then nodded:

"lead the way!"

The four elders opened a position on the side, and at the same time stopped Jia Ersan who wanted to accompany him, and said lightly:

"The saint has already taken the third floor, and the young master will go there by himself!"

Zhao Wujiang looked sideways and returned with Jia Ersan and Gu Nanyuan's eyes. It doesn't matter if he signs, he will go back.

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Hearing the calm sound of stepping on the floor outside the room, he knew that the person was Zhao Wujiang, and Su Huayi was sitting in the room, for some reason, a little nervous.
Chapter completed!