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Wangzhou, North.
Wangbei Inn.
In a superior room on the third floor of the inn, Su Huayi, the saint of the Hehuan Sect, was sitting at the table with her cheeks in her hands, thoughts swirling in her mind.
She didn't know whether it was because she fell in love with the man in black robe with a sword or whether she fell in love with him over time, but the figure of the man in black robe appeared in her mind from time to time.
She had to admit that although the man in black robe wore a bronze mask and had a slightly frivolous tone, when the two of them were devoured by desire, he was brave and yet gentle towards her, which made her heart tremble and her love was lost.
After joining the Hehuan Sect for many years, she has been practicing the Hehuan Sect's techniques, but has never practiced them. As she has always thought, the crows in the world are as black as the crows in the world, and the men in the world are as hateful as they are greedy for money, lustful, and forgetful of justice.
Although she had a charming encounter with the man in black robe, she still thought he was very hateful, but the hateful aspects were slightly different from her imagination...
The pain when she first tasted sex between men and women, and the joy when she gradually tasted sex between men and women, this state of change has always surrounded Su Huayi.
Perhaps it was the backlash of practicing the technique for many years, but now she lost her body. She felt as if she was being swallowed by the technique, and desire and fire began to burn her.
As she thought about it, she felt ashamed and annoyed. She was ashamed of her current state and annoyed with her current state. She thought of this man again.
I thought about this man's initial indifference and calmness, and how she went against him and formed a grudge against him, but she attacked unexpectedly at the last moment, igniting this man's anger and desire.
She also thought of the man's gentleness when he slowed down when he heard her moaning in pain, and how careful he was when he put down his inner clothes afterwards to prevent her sexual pleasure from leaking.
Suddenly, resentment arose in her. She didn't know whether it was resentment that it would be difficult for her to see the man again and that she... couldn't get revenge, or resentment that her own identity would make some things impossible.
Damn it... The more Su Huayi thought about it, the more annoyed she became. It must be the Hehuan Sect's skills that were backlashing her and devouring her pure heart.
She stood up, with a graceful figure, and her plain white gauze swayed with her waist. She came to the window and looked at the south road.
Su Huayi speculated that the bronze masked man and others must have come for the secret book left by the sweeping monk. Judging from the itinerary of the Holy Son Lin Tianlang, these people should also come from the north and must pass by Wangbei Inn. As long as you wait here, you will definitely be able to wait for him.
I must end things with him! Su Huayi's peach-blossom eyes trembled, and her eyes were full of water.
She saw three horses kicking up dust on the way from the south. Although it was dark and she couldn't see clearly, the bronze mask worn by the person on the horse's back was particularly eye-catching.
As she got closer, she saw a big maroon horse galloping ahead, with two people sitting opposite each other on the horse.
When he saw the bronze masked woman in a wide black robe hugging the tall and straight bronze masked man, Su Huayi frowned for no reason, anger and resentment flashed in his heart.
She watched as the waiter led Zhao Wujiang into the inn with a flattering smile, and the waiter led the three horses into the stables.
Then, she closed the window, and all the shame turned into anger in her beautiful eyes.
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Zhao Wujiang, Gu Nanyuan and others entered the second floor of the inn. Most of the people in the world rushed to Putuo Temple, and the inn was no longer so busy.
As soon as he stepped onto the second floor, Zhao Wujiang saw four old men in white robes at the stairs connecting the second and third floors. These old men looked particularly familiar. He narrowed his eyes slightly and thought of the elders of the Hehuan Sect.
The moment Jia 23 and Jia 19 stepped onto the second floor, their energy flowed quietly, and they stared at the four elders of the Hehuan Sect with evil eyes, wondering in their hearts, could it be that the Hehuan Sect has come to trouble Mr. Zhao again?
"Sir, the saint has invited you!" The elder of the Hehuan Sect said with a cold face.
Zhao Wujiang's eyes narrowed slightly, and he rubbed his fingers. He didn't understand what the Hehuan Sect Saintess wanted to do with him.
Do you want me to give her an explanation? What explanation can be given for this matter?
Golden stars slowly appeared in his eyes, dotted with stars, he nodded calmly and said:
"lead the way!"
The four elders stepped aside and stopped Jia Ersan who wanted to follow him, and said calmly:
"The saint has reserved the third floor, and the young master will go on his own!"
Zhao Wujiang glanced sideways and looked back at Jia Ersan and Gu Nanyuan, saying it was okay and he would come back as soon as he left.
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Hearing the steady sound of tapping on the floor outside the room, knowing that the person coming was Zhao Wujiang, Su Huayi sat in the room, feeling a little nervous for some reason.
The martial arts energy in her palm is slowly condensing, and everything will eventually come to an end.
