"Mud Bodhisattva...um..." the silver-haired girl Guli Keli asked again:

"Bodhisattva is one of the titles in your Daxia Buddhism, right?"

Zhao Wujiang unconsciously caressed the girl's smooth body with his hands and nodded slowly.

The girl held down Zhao Wujiang's hand, feeling angry and ashamed. She found that Zhao Wujiang's hands were always busy when he was thinking about problems.

Clay Bodhisattva, Clay Fish Roe, if this existence is really "He" mentioned by the leader of the Human Sect, then why did "He" plant a curse in the bloodline of the Xuanyuan family of the Great Xia royal family?

Why do these so-called gods fall into deep sleep? Are they waiting for something?

Zhao Wujiang's mind was racing, and his big hands were still groping around restlessly. Suddenly, the delicate body of the girl in his arms trembled slightly and she let out a squeak.

Only then did he react and said angrily:

"Excuse me..."

The girl's face was flushed with embarrassment and she glared at him fiercely.

"When the wind and snow subside, Xiaobai and I will return to the Jade Chamber Palace."

The girl wanted to struggle again, but Zhao Wujiang released his hands holding her. The girl lost her restraints during the struggle. She was suddenly stunned, and then made a gesture to get up, but Zhao Wujiang, who had a delicate heart, pulled her back and held her in his arms.

"Let's wait until the heavy snow stops." Zhao Wujiang smiled gently and asked again:

"Who wrote the parchments?"

"Royal Lord, there was no distinction between gold tents and jade tents at that time. It is said that this royal lord once established the current grassland together with the Wolf God, left the parchment and disappeared."

The girl's cheeks were still rosy, and Zhao Wujiang's actions just now gave her an indescribable feeling of embarrassment, which made her feel a little comfortable, but also a little shy.

"You mentioned the Wolf God just now. Did the Golden Tent Royal Court have to go to war with Daxia for the Wolf God? Was it ordered by the Wolf God?"

Zhao Wujiang frowned and asked again, his big hand caressing the girl's delicate body inadvertently.

The silver-haired girl felt Zhao Wujiang's gentle movements. It didn't matter whether she hid or not. As long as she was in Zhao Wujiang's arms, she would always be taken advantage of.

Her aqua blue eyes trembled and she muttered:

"If the Golden Tent wants to awaken the Wolf God, it will require the blood of Daxia people."

"Why do you want to wake up the Wolf God? The Wolf God has been sleeping. Logically speaking, you shouldn't disturb him."

Zhao Wujiang hugged the girl, and the girl's bright silver hair kept teasing his chest, making him feel more and more itchy.

The girl sighed:

"The high priest of the Golden Horde predicted that the world will change. Only by awakening the Wolf God can the grassland be protected from future changes.

Therefore, we must attack the Daxia Dynasty. If Yuzhang blocks it or insists on peace, then we must capture Yuzhang first."

Does Southern Xinjiang have a similar purpose? Zhao Wujiang frowned deeper and deeper. This war was indeed not as simple as it seemed, and the personnel involved were more than he originally expected.

"By the way, can you take it away..." The silver-haired girl stared at Zhao Wujiang, feeling embarrassed and angry, and suddenly said.

"My hands are not moving?" Zhao Wujiang was confused.

"I'm not talking about your hands..."

The girl was about to struggle to get up, but Zhao Wujiang hugged her tightly again.

The girl's face was flushed with embarrassment. She just felt Zhao Wujiang's beating heartbeat. It was too close to her heart and she was a little uncomfortable.

She wanted to say something more, but she felt Zhao Wujiang's breath getting closer and closer, closer than his heartbeat, and his warm lips covered her red lips in the next moment.
Chapter completed!