"Aren't I discussing with you now?" Zhao Wujiang joked, pretending to be confused in the face of Lu Xiaojin's shyness.

"That's not it..." Lu Xiaojin glared at Zhao Wujiang, Qiu Shui's long eyes filled with shame and anger.

Zhao Wujiang rubbed Lu Xiaojin's jade back and said with a gentle smile:

"Which one is that?"

"Asking knowingly." Lu Xiaojin glared at Zhao Wujiang again and scolded:

"Be careful, I'll punch you to interrupt you."

Zhao Wujiang transformed into the crotch-covering sect:

"You're twisting so hard that you can't stop twisting, and you want to interrupt with a punch. What's the joke?"

Lu Xiaojin's right fist was covered with a layer of black gauze, and she looked at Zhao Wuyan with shame and annoyance.

Zhao Wujiang spread his hands, indicating that he had lost again.

Lu Xiaojin snorted softly. She loved and hated the man in front of her for his ability to show weakness. It not only made her feel pity and care, but also always made her feel like he was punched in cotton.

After several verbal exchanges, cultivation exchanges, and physical exchanges, she felt that the man seemed to have a crush on her.

She took out her dress and was about to put it on, but the man came closer again, shouting excitedly:

"I'll come, I'll come."

The man took her dress and put it on for her. He touched it here and kneaded it there. It seemed like he was dressing her, but in fact it was more like eating tofu. From time to time, her delicate body was tickled and her heart was slightly tingling.

After a while, the two of them finished dressing.

Lu Xiaojin is still wearing a black dress, her pretty face still has a touch of ruddy color, her hair is as long as a waterfall, and she is as cold as a black lotus.

Zhao Wujiang was dressed in a black robe with silver cloud patterns embroidered on it.

Talented man and beautiful woman.

When the two of them left the Eternal Blue Sky Scroll and returned to the bronze hall mentioned by the Taotie Statue, they immediately discovered something was wrong.

The aura around him had suddenly become dark and tinged with scarlet red.

At the same time, the world outside the main hall was filled with yellow sand, and the smell of blood was floating around.

"Something may have happened to Feng'er and the others." Lu Xiaojin frowned, her cold and sharp temperament reappearing.

"Then you go and take a look first." Zhao Wujiang nodded:

"I'm going to find Wuliang and Li Chunjun."

"Then be careful." Lu Xiaojin was a little reluctant and worried.

"Same for you. Of course, being strong is fundamental, but now this world seems to have undergone strange changes. It's better to be careful than to show off your abilities." Zhao Wujiang nodded and told him that if he tiptoed, he would fly out of the hall.

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"Wait a minute." Lu Xiaojin's long autumn eyes were filled with water and light.

"What's wrong?" Zhao Wujiang was confused.

Lu Xiaojin rushed over quickly, hooked her slender hand around Zhao Wujiang's neck, pressed her red lips on his lips, and the two hugged each other.

She missed the man's breath, softened it for a moment, and said seriously:

"After everything is fine, come and look for me. If you don't come, I, Lu Xiaojin, will beat you every time I see you!"

Zhao Wujiang smiled knowingly, tapped Lu Xiaojin's forehead with his fingertips, and said gently:

"good."

He acted vigorously and resolutely, and after finishing speaking, he escaped into the yellow sand in the sky.

Lu Xiaojin stared blankly at his leaving figure, her dominance and indifference restored, and she also escaped into the yellow sand.

The two of them disappeared behind the bronze hall in Taotie's mouth. Slight footsteps sounded in the hall, and a figure wearing a white robe appeared at the door of the hall. His eyes were complicated and full of shock as he looked at the yellow sand in the sky.

"It's weird. Maybe I saw it wrong. Lu Xiaojin and Zhao Wuxu were so close. Just now, the two of them spit out letters and exchanged fluids in their mouths. Tsk tsk."

The figure in the white robe was none other than Zhuge Xiaobai. He was turning the golden dice in his hand. The shock on his face still hadn't faded, and he murmured:

"Zhao Wuyang is indeed not simple. Lu Xiaojin is not chasing him. It is clearly a meeting with an old lover that hides the truth from others.

Zhao Wuyang, who are you? Why can't I find out your past?"

"Ouch." Zhuge Xiaobai suddenly let out an ouch, his face full of pain. He regretted it endlessly. Why didn't he take out the painting Qiankun and record the scene of Lu Xiaojin and Zhao Wuhuang's intimate relationship?
Chapter completed!