The wife of the blood god sect leader whose skills had ended her cooldown decided to catch her "husband" off guard.

Her pretty face was moist, and there was a hint of cunning in her beautiful eyes. Soon after she said it, her fair and delicate body rushed forward, threw her "husband" down, and grabbed him by the handle.

Zhao Wujiang was restrained and lay down on the bed. When he was about to get up, he was covered by the exquisite body. Looking at the wife of the Blood God Sect's sect leader whose eyes were so hot and charming that she could almost pull out water threads, he said seriously:

"Ma'am, please respect yourself, I have something important to do."

"Husband, you are so interesting today. You are not as dull as before."

The plump and beautiful woman who still had charm covered her mouth and smiled sweetly, gave Zhao Wujiang a blank look and refused to let go.

Soon, she noticed something unusual and exclaimed:

"I haven't seen you for a day. Husband, why are you so stupid?

Could it be related to the mysterious spiritual techniques you practice in your daily life?"

Zhao Wujiang did not answer.

The plump and beautiful woman didn't think much about it. Her husband usually worked hard and talked very little.

"Husband, you have worked hard in your hard work." She licked her moist red lips with her wet tongue, and her pretty face was so rosy that it could almost drip with spring water.

Her eyes were evasive, invisibly teasing, with one hand she pulled the hanging black hair behind her ears, her red lips opened and closed gently, and she lowered her head.

Zhao Wujiang originally wanted to ask the beautiful woman some secrets of the Blood God Sect so that he could better find the Blood God Sect's treasures.

But now the beautiful woman volunteered and was gagged, unable to answer his questions.

Not long after, Zhao Wujiang, who was full of momentum, once again replenished his demonic energy.

The plump and beautiful woman's delicate body is like a small boat on the angry sea. It withstands the violent storm and is constantly shaking, but it still stands firm, like a wolf and a tiger, constantly showing off its skills.

In her heart, her husband has never been as brave as he is today in all these years. She must seize the opportunity to experience the joy and beauty of love between men and women recorded in erotic books.

An hour and a half later, she had tasted the sweetness, her beautiful eyes were blurred, and she slumped on the bed, half happy and half angry. Seeing her "husband" rummaging around in the room looking for things, a hint of resentment arose in her heart, and she secretly thought that she was not living up to her expectations.

I can't bear my husband's teasing.

Zhao Wujiang rummaged around for treasures in the room, touching here and knocking there.

Not long after, he found a golden-brown bag in the beautiful woman's dresser drawer.

It's only about the size of a palm, and the style is like a sachet bag.

He pulled the rope on the bag to open it, but encountered resistance.

With a thought in his mind, he mobilized his cultivation and unzipped the rope on the bag again.

This time, the resistance just appeared before it was defeated and dissipated by his cultivation, and the bag was opened.

A hazy white halo appeared at the mouth of the bag, as if the bag contained skylight.

Zhao Wujiang stretched his hand inside, and his whole palm was not in the bag, but the appearance of the palm-sized splendid bag did not change at all.

Storage bag? Qiankun bag? He already roughly knew in his mind what this beautiful bag was. It should be a storage bag in the world of immortals, and the bag is a world of its own.

I have never eaten pork, but I have seen pigs running away.

Although Zhao Wujiang is from Blue Star, he is familiar with ancient and modern Chinese and foreign history, Tang poetry, Song lyrics and Yuan music, ancient mythology and strange novels, Hehuan Ji, Jin Ping Mei, etc.

With the development of the Internet, I have read various novels based on the Internet, and I am no stranger to the world of fairy tales.

He groped with his big hands in the storage bag, and soon he touched a cold object, which was square and square.

He stretched out his hand from the palm-sized embroidered storage bag, and was taken out with a grass-green wooden sign.

The wooden plaque feels very textured when rubbed. There are no words on both sides, only a half-opened lotus is engraved on it.

Zhao Wujiang felt much more peaceful and calm just by holding the wooden sign in his hand.

He looked over and over again, hoping to get a glimpse of the secrets contained on the wooden sign.

The wife of the Blood God Sect’s sect leader glanced sideways at her “husband” and said with a smile:

"Husband, why are you playing with this lotus card now?
Chapter completed!