Zhao Wujiang took the lead in pinching a few pieces of talisman ash, put it into his mouth, and swallowed it down.

This is a special talisman used by Taoists to swear oaths.

The oath is an extremely important thing and is definitely not a simple verbal restriction.

High Priest Linlang's eyes flickered, and he took the talisman ashes, opened his mouth slightly, swallowed it into his belly, and then muttered words and swore an oath like Zhao Wujiang.

After swearing the oath, Zhao Wujiang slowly took off his bamboo hat and tossed it casually. The bamboo hat flew up and hung on a mural in the side hall.

He said seriously:

"When do we start?"

The high priest frowned slightly, his red clothes were like fire. She suddenly didn't know how to answer. A strange emotion began to emerge in her heart, like the shyness she had seen in other women.

Her red lips parted slightly and she said calmly:

"It's not too late, let's do it now.

Right here."

Zhao Wujiang glanced at the blue and clear hot spring and spread his hands.

When the real thing came to pass, High Priest Linlang lost the strength and coldness he had before, and his holiness seemed to fade a little, taking on the shyness of a young woman.

She is indeed considered a young woman, and her real age is only in her early twenties, but people's habitual impression of her is that she has lived for several decades.

She took a deep breath, walked slowly, and came to the hot spring. She gently stepped into it with her jade feet, and then most of her body did not enter the hot spring.

The fiery red dress gets wet when wet, and once wet, it clings tightly to her graceful and graceful body, revealing the beautiful scenery.

Zhao Wujiang was much more generous and generous. He jumped into the hot spring like a bastard.

"boom."

A large splash of water flew out and hit the high priest.

Nearly half of the high priest's black hair was wet with water, and his pretty face was stained with water droplets. The red skirt clung tightly to her delicate body. She was a little at a loss. She didn't know what to do next, but her heart was pounding.

Zhao Wujiang looked at the delicate body of High Priest Linlang in the water, and watched as the cold jade face of the High Priest gradually turned rosy. He didn't know whether it was the result of the hot spring water being too hot or the shyness in his heart.

But this touch of rosiness seems to have melted the high priest's original coldness like an iceberg, making the high priest become more charming and charming.

Zhao Wujiang swam, and after entering the water, his clothes were wet, and he revealed his true figure. He looked not as strong as the prairie warriors, but he was very strong.

He pressed tightly against the high priest's body, feeling the heat of the high priest and the slight trembling of his delicate body. He hugged the high priest's soft but tough waist and praised:

"The waist is good. When you hold it, you can feel the softness and firmness. I hope it won't soften too quickly."

High Priest Linlang's delicate body stiffened for a moment, she was at a loss, her long eyebrows trembled, she was angry and angry:

"Momojiji, are you just trying to show off your words? Uh-huh-huh..."

Halfway through her words, Zhao Wujiang blocked her mouth forcefully.

The man's strong breath made her panic for a while, and she began to push away Zhao Wujiang's chest and kept making moaning sounds.

Zhao Wujiang hugged her waist tightly, and their bodies gradually fit together.

She kept struggling, splashing countless water, and finally pushed Zhao Wujiang away violently. Crystal silk threads were pulled out from the mouths of the two of them. She wiped her mouth fiercely, gasping for air, her cheeks were red and soaked, and her hair was clinging to each other.

Her profile and jade-white neck.

She breathed heavily and murmured:

"Wait...wait a moment..."

"What are you waiting for? Didn't you say that we should practice dual cultivation? Didn't you say that we should not grind and moan?" Zhao Wujiang laughed heartily and took the high priest in his arms. The two hugged each other, and the high priest exhaled like blue.

Zhao Wujiang was overbearing and said in a deep voice:

"I want to run away now, but I can't!"

The high priest's eyes showed a trace of panic, and the next moment his lips were blocked by Zhao Wujiang. She wanted to struggle desperately, but suddenly she felt that Zhao Wujiang lifted up her red robe in the water.
Chapter completed!