Lu Xiaojin was drunk, her pretty face was flushed, and the crowd was surging.

She was given a cup of tea by Zhao Wujiang.

The cup is d cup.

There is something sticky about both of them, like glue and paint. The more they fall in love, the deeper they fall in love. One can't extricate himself, and the other can't control himself.

The two of them were rolling on the grass in the vast sky.

Lu Feng looked at the dusty sky and listened to the increasingly chaotic and noisy roars around him. He felt confused. Why is this happening?

Butian Pavilion's team has now shrunk in formation, and the disciples are wary of looking beyond the sight obscured by the yellow sand.

The fighting has been going on for more than an hour, and there are many monks who have lost their breath lying on the ground.

Everyone seemed to be red-eyed. No matter what camp you belong to, whether you are one of the Four Evils or one of the Four Spirits, once your anger surges, you will fight with swords and weapons.

Chaos and blood became the main theme of this world, blending with the yellow sand, the gravel was dyed red, and everything that blew by was bloody.

Fortunately, someone in Butian Pavilion's team noticed the abnormality in advance and told his fellow disciples not to mess up their positions and to maintain a good team to resist the monks who were caught in a crazy fight.

Where did her sister go? Lu Feng was confused and a little worried.

He originally swore that his sister would be able to capture Zhao Wuyan casually, but now an hour and a half has passed, why hasn't her sister shown up yet? Didn't he notice the changes in the ruins cave?

Or is it that my sister also encountered some danger inside the Taotie Statue? Is it difficult to escape?

He wanted to go into the Taotie Statue to have a look, but now the sky was full of yellow sand, blocking his vision. Especially the sound of fighting in the fishy wind was weakening, but there was a strange rustling sound, which made him dare not move rashly.

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Lu Xiaojin and Zhao Wujiang were getting more and more heated, and they seemed to have endless desires that needed to be vented.

Perhaps it was because Lu Xiaojin's perfectly graceful figure and charming face were so attractive that the two of them never wanted to be separated for a moment.

Lu Xiaojin looked at her lover's sloppiness, and she was almost in a state of confusion.

Zhao Wujiang felt something was wrong in a hazy state.

Suddenly, he faintly heard the neighing of a horse.

"Hissing..."

Contains anxiety.

He shuddered, and while filling up Lu Xiaojin, his mind became much clearer.

He was shocked to find that the lust between him and Lu Xiaojin grew too fast and strangely. It was normal at first, but when they started practicing dual cultivation and started making love frequently, both of them seemed to be possessed by lust.

Although it did taste good, it was too much for him to indulge in.

Even when he was with Xuanyuan Jing and Lin Lang, such deep feelings and deep love never made him almost fall into them.

Zhao Wujiang frowned and unsheathed his long sword. He muttered something in his mouth, reciting the Taoist Qingxin Jue:

"A pure heart is like water, and pure water is the heart. There is no breeze...

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The sky is high and the sky is vast, and the flowing water flows through the clouds. Treat the root cause with freshness, and find a straight path to find your life. The perfect nature and the best, the great road is created by nature."

"What's wrong with you?" Lu Xiaojin suddenly felt a sense of emptiness. Her delicate body was close to her, her breath was like blue, and her pretty face showed a hint of shame, anger and resentment.

Zhao Wujiang's eyes became as clear as water. He gently held Lu Xiaojin's waist and ran his fingers over Lu Xiaojin's delicate body. His fingertips were filled with wind and thunder, and he outlined a talisman that spread from Lu Xiaojin's waist and hips to his plump breasts.

At the heart.

A lightning arc flashed through, and Lu Xiaojin's delicate body trembled for a moment, groaned, and collapsed on him.

The blush on Lu Xiaojin's pretty face was fading away, and her eyes were becoming clearer. She also realized that it seemed that she had been too lustful before and was being manipulated by lust.

"Let's go out first. My intuition tells me that something is wrong." Zhao Wujiang frowned and said seriously.

"Okay." Lu Xiaojin nodded, but her pretty face was full of resentment, she pinched Zhao Wujiang's waist and said in a low voice:
Chapter completed!