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

Dressed in plain white gauze, if her peach blossom eyes weren't evil, she would definitely be gentle and elegant.

The black hair on her head is bound by a pink and white silk scarf, and is casually draped behind her head, hanging down to the depths of her waist.

"You're here..." Su Huayi gritted her teeth.

Zhao Wujiang sat across from her calmly:

"What's the matter? Tell me."

"You insult my innocence, why are you asking me?" Su Huayi's peach blossom eyes contained anger and resentment, staring at Zhao Wujiang.

Zhao Wujiang said calmly:

"You didn't let me go...

If you hadn't attacked me secretly, things wouldn't have developed to this extent."

"The saint will personally come to make up for my mistakes!"

Su Huayi wrinkled her nose, raised her hand and struck out with a palm, blowing through the wind, and struck Zhao Wujiang.

Zhao Wujiang was not surprised at all. The stars in his eyes were bright, and with great strength in his hands, he clamped Su Huayi's attacking hand.

A lotus flower appeared between Su Huayi's brows, but this time it was no longer an indigo budding lotus, but a red and pink lotus blooming.

Her cultivation suddenly increased, and the jade hand that was clamped shook, breaking Zhao Wujiang's clamp, and fought fiercely with Zhao Wujiang.

The martial arts cultivation in the room was agitated, and tables and chairs were constantly being overturned or even broken.

As he continued to fight, doubts arose in Zhao Wujiang's heart. Why was Su Huayi fighting with him, using all his strength in every move, but showing no intention to kill?

Why did he feel a sense of resentment? He flew like lightning and passed by Su Huayi. He waved his arms to sweep away the chopping palms, and then stepped forward. Suddenly, his arms were filled with the warm fragrance of nephrite.

Su Huayi was so embarrassed and angry that she raised her legs to kick, but Zhao Wujiang raised his legs and feet at the same time to stop them. The two of them stood unsteadily, kicked back, and fell into the light gauze curtain of the bed together.

Zhao Wujiang pressed down on the delicate body of the saint of Hehuan Sect. The saint was embarrassed, the lotus between her eyebrows trembled, and she was about to strike again.

He had quick eyesight and quick hands. After practicing the Vajra Indestructible Magic, his big palms containing huge power suddenly pressed down, clamping Su Huayi's hands and wrists in the tiger's jaws, and pressed them above Su Huayi's head.

"Bastard, let me go!" Su Huayi's pretty face suddenly turned red.

Zhao Wujiang stared at Su Huayi's shy and charming face, and smiled frivolously:

"Why did you call me here? Are you coveting my body again?"

"You! Zhao Wujiang, let me break it!" Su Huayi wanted to struggle, but Zhao Wujiang was so powerful that he was as heavy as a diamond.

Zhao Wujiang stared at the trembling water in Su Huayi's peach blossom eyes, nodded and said:

"I see..."

"What do you understand?"

Su Huayi's eyes flashed with embarrassment and panic. The next moment, Zhao Wujiang smiled slightly, and his cheek came close to cover his lips.

"Uh huh..."

Heat and numbness immediately arose in Su Huayi's mind.

Zhao Wujiang felt Su Huayi's struggle, but after only two breaths, the struggle gradually weakened, and Su Huayi's delicate body came to rest softly, as if he had lost all strength.

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

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

Suddenly, she felt her legs being lifted up by Zhao Wujiang and put on his shoulders. She was startled by this posture and said angrily:

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

...

Under Mao'an's cave, Zhao Wujiang fought with Su Huayi.

Zhao Wujiang, who had practiced the indestructible power of the Vajra, was showing no signs of slacking off, and he used all his moves in a wide range of ways, hitting Su Huayi from time to time, causing him to cry out for mercy.

Su Huayi lost the coldness and reluctance she had when they first met, and lost the resentment and anger, and gained a bit more anger and a love that didn't know where it came from.

Her moves gradually weakened, and she was constantly being picked up diagonally by Zhao Wujiang's long sword, and her acupoints were swept away with a plow.

Within an hour, the saint was defeated.

Although defeated, Su Huayi felt happy and beautiful in his heart. He lay limply on Zhao Wujiang's body, his black hair was messy and scattered, and he was so charming.

She saw Zhao Wujiang cleaning the battlefield with the silk scarf she used to bind her black hair. Her pretty face was filled with embarrassment and anger. Before she could speak, she saw Zhao Wujiang's handsome cheek close to hers, his breathing hot, and he joked:

"Saint, are you beautiful?"

Su Huayi had been fending off Zhao Wujiang's violent storm for an hour, feeling weak and undecided, so she replied smoothly:

"Beautiful...so damn..."

As soon as the words came out of her mouth, she immediately reacted, and her pretty face turned red with shame. She felt so embarrassed that she cursed "bastard" and punched Zhao Wujiang with her pink fist.

Zhao Wujiang took a punch from her and felt a slight tightness in his chest. He quickly clamped her slightly blue wrist and said with a smile:

"If you feel bullied by me, just bully me back!"

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

She wanted to clamp Zhao Wujiang's wrists with one hand, but her jade-bone and ice-muscle palms were so tender that she couldn't hold them with one hand.

So she sat up, spread her hands to clamp Zhao Wujiang's wrist, and pressed it on top of Zhao Wujiang's head. Her beautiful eyes were full of evil, and she scolded:
Chapter completed!