Han Shanzi kept his word. Soon after he came down from the mountain, he resigned from all his positions and was demoted to an ordinary disciple. Liu Xiang took over as acting head...
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Wu Jiuzi, who had left all this on Piaomiao Peak, didn't know it at the time.
She finally breathed a sigh of relief after Han Shanzi and others left, knowing that she was finally safe and no one would come to arrest her and cause trouble for her.
I looked up at Fengjian Liuxiang, and my heart skipped a beat!
The body of Fengjian Liuxiang standing on the top of the hall was swaying slightly, and her feet fell straight down!
Wu Jiuzi was startled and almost subconsciously ran over to pick it up...
Suddenly, his eyes blurred, his waist tightened, and then with a bang, Wu Jiuzi fell onto a soft body.
She raised her head in a daze, and then realized that the person she was picking up had not been hit, but instead lay on top of the person who fell...
What kind of weird situation is this?
Logically speaking, she should be his pad, right?
Why did he make her flesh pad instead?
She looked at the person beneath her in surprise, unable to react for a moment.
Fengjian Liuxiang closed her eyes slightly, and she didn't know whether she fainted or fell asleep. Wu Jiuzi lay on top of him, feeling that he was smelling of alcohol.
No wonder he couldn't take off his clothes just now. She thought it was convenient for him to be condescending and pretend to be cool. It turned out that he was drunk and didn't want others to notice...
But just now, you were talking to Han Shanzi so calmly, and your words were also orderly and domineering. How could you become so drunk in such a short time?
The smell is so strong. How much wine did he drink?
Wu Jiuzi's heart twitched for some reason, and she pushed him: "Master."
Fengjian Liuxiang opened her eyes slightly. His dark pupils were a little blurry in the sunlight. He slowly raised his hand and touched her cheek: "Azi?"
The voice was slightly hoarse and seemed a little uncertain.
As he spoke, the smell of drunkenness hit his face even more.
Thank God, it seems he really just drank too much.
Wu Jiuzi was still a little worried and couldn't help but check him again.
The robe on his body was white, but he didn't see any blood or anything, so he subconsciously touched the back of his head.
Yes, there are no blood packs either...
Her busy little hand was suddenly grasped by the big one. When she lowered her head, she saw Fengjian Liuxiang looking directly at her: "Are you - caring about me?"
His eyes were a little fiery, and Wu Jiuzi's heart tightened when he looked at him like this, and she panicked: "I..."
Fortunately, he regained his composure in time and forced a smile: "A disciple should care about his master. Master, are you okay?"
Fengjian Liuxiang's eyes gradually turned cold, and the hand holding her palm loosened, and he said calmly: "It's okay for me, master. Get up."
Only then did Wu Jiuzi realize that she was still lying on top of him in a very inelegant posture. She blushed and hurriedly propped herself up to get up.
This move touched the wound on her back, and the pain hit her. She couldn't help but let out an 'ah oh', her arms softened, and she fell on him again. By coincidence, her smooth forehead was hitting his chin...
very painful!
Wu Jiuzi groaned and couldn't help but put a hand on his forehead. The blow was so severe that his head was confused.
"You little idiot." The man beneath him sighed, and Wu Jiuzi felt like the world was spinning.