When Wu Zhi said this, there was no trace of femininity or pretense.
And the domineering spirit he displayed also moved Wei Wuji, a man, to his face.
From Wei Wuji's point of view, this is what men should be like!
However, this question has been lingering in Wei Wuji's mind. What he cannot accept is that his goddess has been desecrated by others.
His speech began to stutter.
"But, but, according to what you said, you have nothing to do with Wushuang. Why would she say such things?"
Wu Zhi rolled his eyes directly.
"You idiot!"
"You..." Wei Wuji pointed at Wu Zhi, wanting to be angry, but there was nothing he could do about it.
Wu Zhi said: "You have been thinking about marrying her every day, but have you ever felt her thoughts?"
"Let me give you the simplest analogy. If you see a person and you think there is eye mucus in his nostrils, you suddenly go up to him and poke his nostrils yourself. Do you think he will feel comfortable?"
"I can tell you the truth, Leng Wushuang hates you!"
"If she hadn't been able to defeat you, I'm afraid you would have died thousands of times."
Wei Wuji, who always did things with hindsight, felt a thump in his heart and his face was ashen.
"how so?"
"How could this happen? When I met him for the first time, there was a wind and a silk handkerchief in her hand floated into my hand."
"The silk handkerchief has her fragrance, and also shows a mandarin duck. Doesn't the mandarin duck represent the lover?"
Wu Zhi felt his forehead twitch.
He asked randomly: "Are you really sure that silk handkerchief belongs to Leng Wushuang?"
"Are you really 100% sure that the so-called silk handkerchief is not something people use to blow their noses and then throw it away?"
"The so-called body odor in your mouth is not the phlegm someone spit on it, right?"
Although Wu Zhi's words were disgusting, they were like thunder, hitting Wei Wuji directly on the head!
Recalling the scene from that year.
There were indeed many people around Leng Wushuang. She seemed to be scolding a few female disciples at that time, and there seemed to be a pretty boy not far away.
It seems that the female disciple and the pretty boy eloped or something. Could it be that this mandarin duck silk handkerchief is the token of love between the female disciple and the pretty boy?
The picture in my mind has become blurry.
And for someone like Wei Wuji, beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and the picture at that time must have been beautified by him himself.
When Wu Zhi said this, Wei Wuji wilted like an eggplant beaten by frost.
Wu Zhi walked up and patted him on the shoulder.
"I said, why are you working so hard?"
"There are so many beauties in the world, why should you fall in love with just one flower?"
"Besides, Leng Wushuang is not a flower. She is an ice sculpture. What man would live with him when he has nothing to do?"
"There are so many beauties at Zhenshui Villa and Qixiu Pavilion in Hangzhou. Many of them are women who have not yet left the pavilion. Do you want me to introduce one or two to you?"
"You can have twins if you want them, big breasts, perky butts, you name it!"
It can be said that Wu Zhi's words made Wei Wuji's ears turn red.
But soon, he came to his senses, pushed Wu Zhi away violently, and then spoke righteously.
"What nonsense are you talking about?"
"I can only hold one woman in my heart, and that is Wushuang!"
"I will only marry Wushuang in this life! Although I am not sure whether what you said is true now, even if she hates me and hates me, I will definitely impress her with my sincerity no matter what!"
Wu Zhi couldn't help but raise his eyebrows after hearing this.
Hehe, here we come!
It is not a gentleman to refuse to retaliate!
Leng Wushuang had beaten Wu Zhi hard before, so of course Wu Zhi had to do it again!
