Wu Jiuzi lowered her head and took a look. The dress she was wearing was bought by herself yesterday. She had thrown away all the clothes and accessories he had given her at Jiufeng Mountain...
"I - I just bought it." Wu Jiuzi felt a little guilty.
"Where are the ones I gave you?" He remembered that he had just given her two pieces of cloud silk a few days ago.
According to the current saying, it is a global limited edition, and there are only two pieces without a semicolon.
Not only is it extremely comfortable and suitable to wear on her body, but it is also beneficial to her practice, allowing her to improve her fighting strength even while sleeping.
"I didn't bring it." Wu Jiuzi's voice became softer.
"Don't you like it very much? Do you wear those two pieces interchangeably?" Fengjian Liuxiang's voice became colder.
"This - everyone likes the new and hates the old. Wearing one thing often will cause aesthetic fatigue, so change your taste..." Wu Jiuzi argued forcefully.
"Like the new and hate the old? Are you tired of aesthetics? Change your taste?" Fengjian Liuxiang repeated these words, her voice and expression were a little unpredictable.
Wu Jiuzi: "..."
It seems that these few words of hers made him think more...
She simply hugged his arm and began to change the subject: "By the way, Master, that Venerable Fox seems to have been sent by some enemy of yours, and he also specifically killed your most beloved woman. Who is your enemy? How could it be possible?
Such a perverted idea?”
"Because he is a pervert." Kazama Liuxiang said lightly.
"Then if he fails this time, he will definitely not be reconciled and will definitely send others here again." Wu Jiuzi was a little worried.
She had already seen in the water mirror that the fighting power of Lord Fox was at least at the level of a fighting emperor, and he had many skills that she had never seen or heard of before.
"Are you scared?" Fengjian Liuxiang looked at her hanging on his arm.
Wu Jiuzi coughed: "What's so scary about me? I may not be your most beloved woman..."
Although she knew in her heart that he most likely loved her, she still felt a little unsure without hearing him say it himself...
Fengjian Liuxiang narrowed her eyes slightly and looked at her. After a while, she suddenly smiled lightly: "That's what I'm saying. You really have nothing to worry about."
Wu Jiuzi's heart sank, and she loosened her arms holding him slightly. She pursed her thin lips slightly and looked up at him: "Then master, who do you think should be worried?"
Kazama Liuxiang snorted: "Whoever you think is whoever you think is fine!"
What are these words? Is he still angry?
Wu Jiuzi looked at him and felt a little headache when he saw that he looked cold and calm.
Suddenly I felt that Fengjian Liuxiang was a bit like a child, a angry child...
"Master, you haven't slept all night, have you? Are you sleepy? Why don't I give you the bed so you can have a good rest?" Wu Jiuzi finally made up his mind and began to coax him with soft words.
Fengjian Liuxiang glanced at her bed and said calmly: "I didn't come here to rest, but here -"
There was a hint of mockery at the corner of his lips: "This place is too small!"
Does he think the temple is too small? It cannot accommodate a great god like him?
"Then - where does Master want to go? I'll find someone to arrange it for you." Wu Jiuzi retreated and asked for the next best thing.
Fengjian Liuxiang's face turned even colder: "Do you really think of yourself as the hostess here?!" Wu Jiuzi lowered her head and looked at it. The dress she was wearing was bought by herself yesterday.
All the clothes and accessories given were thrown away in Jiufeng Mountain...
"I - I just bought it." Wu Jiuzi felt a little guilty.
"Where are the ones I gave you?" He remembered that he had just given her two pieces of cloud silk a few days ago.
According to the current saying, it is a global limited edition, and there are only two pieces without a semicolon.
Not only is it extremely comfortable and suitable to wear on her body, but it is also beneficial to her practice, allowing her to improve her fighting strength even while sleeping.
"I didn't bring it." Wu Jiuzi's voice became softer.
"Don't you like it very much? Do you wear those two pieces interchangeably?" Fengjian Liuxiang's voice became colder.
"This - everyone likes the new and hates the old. Wearing one thing often will cause aesthetic fatigue, so change your taste..." Wu Jiuzi argued forcefully.
"Like the new and hate the old? Are you tired of aesthetics? Change your taste?" Fengjian Liuxiang repeated these words, her voice and expression were a little unpredictable.
Wu Jiuzi: "..."
It seems that these few words of hers made him think more...
She simply hugged his arm and began to change the subject: "By the way, Master, that Venerable Fox seems to have been sent by some enemy of yours, and he also specifically killed your most beloved woman. Who is your enemy? How could it be possible?
Such a perverted idea?”
"Because he is a pervert." Kazama Liuxiang said lightly.
"Then if he fails this time, he will definitely not be reconciled and will definitely send others here again." Wu Jiuzi was a little worried.
She had already seen in the water mirror that the fighting power of Lord Fox was at least at the level of a fighting emperor, and he had many skills that she had never seen or heard of before.
"Are you scared?" Fengjian Liuxiang looked at her hanging on his arm.
Wu Jiuzi coughed: "What's so scary about me? I may not be your most beloved woman..."
Although she knew in her heart that he most likely loved her, she still felt a little unsure without hearing him say it himself...
Fengjian Liuxiang narrowed her eyes slightly and looked at her. After a while, she suddenly smiled lightly: "That's what I'm saying. You really have nothing to worry about."
Wu Jiuzi's heart sank, and she loosened her arms holding him slightly. She pursed her thin lips slightly and looked up at him: "Then master, who do you think should be worried?"
Kazama Liuxiang snorted: "Whoever you think is whoever you think is fine!"
What are these words? Is he still angry?
Wu Jiuzi looked at him and felt a little headache when he saw that he looked cold and calm.
Suddenly I felt that Fengjian Liuxiang was a bit like a child, a angry child...
"Master, you haven't slept all night, have you? Are you sleepy? Why don't I give you the bed so you can have a good rest?" Wu Jiuzi finally made up his mind and began to coax him with soft words.
Fengjian Liuxiang glanced at her bed and said calmly: "I didn't come here to rest, but here -"
There was a hint of mockery at the corner of his lips: "This place is too small!"
Does he think the temple is too small? It cannot accommodate a great god like him?
"Then - where does Master want to go? I'll find someone to arrange it for you." Wu Jiuzi retreated and asked for the next best thing.
Fengjian Liuxiang's face turned even colder: "Do you really think of yourself as the hostess here?!"