Different from the last fourteen times when he drew his sword and was defeated miserably, this time Zhao Wujiang became more and more courageous as he fought, and he had an aura of "I'm going to fight ten!"

Su Huayi became stronger and stronger as she fought. On her delicate and beautiful face, there was a moist red glow, the lotus mark between her eyebrows had turned extremely pink, and her watery peach blossom eyes trembled delicately.

She wanted Zhao Wujiang to love him even more deeply.

Although when she was honest with Zhao Wujiang, she lost her usual coldness and became a bit more hot and charming, but the remaining reserve in her heart did not allow her to say too many requests.

So she hooked Zhao Wujiang's neck with her slender hands, exhaled like blue, raised her moist red lips slightly, and hummed:

"That's it?"

Facing the taunting skills of the beauty in front of him, Zhao Wujiang could not dodge, so he could only bite the bullet and launch a fierce attack.

The sound of snapping suddenly became endless, like a stormy sea crashing on the shore. The beauty's moans became louder and louder, but she continued to speak harshly. Is that all?

But no matter how tough your mouth is, your body is very honest.

After a while, Su Huayi finally raised her neck and groaned, her delicate body slumped against Zhao Wujiang, letting you manipulate and pick, her beautiful face was so rosy that it seemed like it could drip out pools of spring water.

Little did they know, the gateway to the war had already burst its banks and flooded the golden mountains.

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Just like that, every day is normal, every day is normal.

Starting from the 24th day of the twelfth lunar month, the days ticked day by day, and five days passed in the blink of an eye, but Zhao Wujiang experienced more than just five days, maybe the tenth and the twentieth.

In the fifth year of Tianqi, Kuihai, the twenty-ninth day of the twelfth lunar month.

It's very cold today, but the wind and snow are much lighter than in the past few days.

The east and west cities of Kyoto are bustling with tourists, buying new clothes for the New Year.

Su Huayi took her two sisters, Gu Nanyuan and Li Chanxi, to Dongshi to buy clothes and rouge and gouache.

The clothes are the clothes that Zhao Wujiang wants.

After these five and many days of communication, Su Huayi, Gu Nanyuan and Li Chanxi learned about Zhao Wujiang's favorite outfits in the past.

Some black and white silk stockings, some short pleated skirt that covers the hips, some shirt, etc.

There are also some maid outfits, housekeeping outfits, sailor outfits, workplace outfits, etc.

The three Su Huayi sisters didn't know what these were, but through the descriptions, they all had more or less impressions in their minds.

Although the hidden attire is weird and shameful, who calls Zhao Wujiang their man? If they want to love deeply, they must satisfy their beloved man's hobbies in a small way.

In addition, Li Chanxi is proficient in female celebrities and has very dexterous hands, so the three sisters planned to restore the costumes mentioned by Zhao Wujiang.

As for Zhao Wujiang, during these five days, apart from refining his body's cultivation and painting clouds and seals, he also had fun with all the beauties.

At home, Su Huayi is cold and charming, Gu Nanyuan is unparalleled in charm, pure and lustful, and Li Chanxi is young, delicate, active and stubborn.

In the palace, there are the two sisters of the Liu family who blend in beauty and beauty, and the plump and plump Xiao Wanjun.

The greatest resting place for his soul is the empress Xuanyuan Jing.

At the end of the year, Xuanyuan Jing is extremely busy and has many things going on.

But Xuanyuan Jing became busier and more energetic, and became more and more majestic every day. Only when he got along with Zhao Wujiang in the dead of night, did he take off all disguises and become tender and sometimes domineering.

But more often than not, it is about worry and peace of mind.

Zhao Wujiang can give her peace of mind, but she is also worried about their uncertain future.

On the twenty-ninth day of the twelfth lunar month, there was neither wind, snow nor sunshine. The cold and vast sky slowly drew the curtain, ushering in the fifth year of the Apocalypse and the last day of Kuihai - New Year's Eve.

After New Year's Eve, it will be the sixth year of the Apocalypse, Jiazi.

At the age of Jiazi, can the world be in good health?

The officials of Great Xia, who originally thought that New Year's Eve would be uneventful, received a piece of news from the southern border defense on New Year's Eve.
Chapter completed!