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Under the desolate moonlight, the ghosts of Lanruo Temple sway.

Zhao Wujiang searched for the figure of the old monk in the moonlight, but did not find it.

He didn't believe that such a big noise would not be noticed by the abbot of Lanruo Temple.

But so far, except for the night insects and the rustling leaves around, there was no unnecessary sound.

Oh no.

There is also a gasping sound.

The voice was low, as if suppressing something, and there was endless charm.

Zhao Wujiang looked back and saw the tall and beautiful Taoist nun slid on the bed, looking at him with blurred eyes, but there was still a hint of awakeness in the blur, his lips moved, as if he was saying something.

He quickly walked into the house and wanted to help the Taoist nun take his pulse, but the Taoist nun had no idea where he got his strength and pushed Zhao Wujiang hard, his proud figure fluctuated, and said in a trembling voice:

"Stay away from me!"

"Your situation is wrong." Zhao Wujiang was not angry. The pure desire aura emitted from the tall and beautiful Taoist nun in front of him was very similar to Su Huayi after receiving winter medicine that he had seen before, but it was a world of difference.

Because Su Huayi was originally a medicine and belonged to the medical field, and the Taoist nun in front of her seemed to have been hit by a magic trick.

As soon as he finished speaking, Wei Qingling, who was beside Yang Miaozhen, suddenly opened her eyes, with pink like water waves in her eyes, and she began to suppress her breathing.

Well... Zhao Wujiang was speechless for a moment. What's going on?

He said seriously:

"It's both of you now, and the situation is wrong."

"Qingling, recite...Clean...Clean the Heart Mantra!" Yang Miaozhen's eyebrows became more and more anxious, and she felt extremely hot all over her body, and the thoughts in her mind became more and more messy. She was particularly worried about her junior sister.

"Taishang...Taixing, no response...stop. Eliminate evil and bind charm, protect life and body!" Wei Qingling's body trembled, and he couldn't help but tear his silk undershirt while chanting Jing hard.

Mind mantra.

Her cultivation level is not as good as her senior sister Yang Miaozhen, and she is not a disciple of the Ren Sect, so she naturally finds it difficult to resist the Ren Sect's lust disaster. She keeps reciting every word:

"Wisdom is clear and pure, the mind is peaceful...the spirit is peaceful. The three souls are eternal! The soul is undepressed! It is urgent and as the law is ordered!"

But the complete recitation of the Jingmin Mantra is still ineffective. Wei Qingling tore his clothes apart, and the little lotus exposed its sharp corners.

Zhao Wujiang didn't have any awareness of not being rude to look at him, he just said coldly:

"Do you have any other way? You, my fellow disciple, may be difficult to resist..."

"Come..." Yang Miaozhen's eyes were as charming as silk, but she still insisted. She was already suffering from heart-wrenching pain all over her body. The thirteen catastrophes of lust generally did not appear, but her cultivation was incorrect, or

It will not appear when it is about to advance.

She was forcibly led to the lust disaster by Li Xuan, and her cultivation was temporarily sealed by Li Xuan's talisman paper. Now she is not in the sect, so she can't resist at all and will only fall into lust.

Unless someone relieves her and lets her understand the taste of lust, she will not die under lust.

Zhao Wujiang leaned closer. Although the beautiful Taoist nun in front of him was graceful and charming, he was never a slutty person who took advantage of others' dangers, nor was he a person who could not stick to his true intentions.

He said lightly, "Say."

"Junior Sister Qingling... is contaminated... is not deeply lustful, and she is still saved..." Yang Miaozhen exhaled like orchid, her voice trembling:

"You forcibly seal her Tan...Zhong... because of the four acupoints of Tianshu...Xuanji, her cultivation level will be damaged at most. The cultivation level will be only a few months, and she cannot lose it.

...body...

quick!"

Zhao Wujiang quickly pointed his fingers on the four acupoints of the Taoist nun. The Taoist nun moaned, then snorted, his face turned red, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he fainted.

Yang Miaozhen breathed a sigh of relief.

But it was this breath that relieved the power of lust. She licked her delicate body, making her breath heavier and moaned.

"If... Master didn't lie to me...that's...you!"
Chapter completed!