...
Zhao Wujiang opened the door and saw a beautiful woman sitting at the table.
Dressed in plain white gauze, if her peach blossom eyes weren't evil, she would be gentle and elegant.
The black hair on her head was bound by a pink and white silk scarf, hanging casually on the back of her head, hanging down to the depths of her waist.
"You're here..." Su Huayi gritted her red lips with her silver teeth when she saw the familiar bronze mask, tall figure and warm breath.
Zhao Wujiang sat across from her calmly:
"What's the matter? Tell me."
"You insult my innocence, why do you ask me?" Su Huayi's peach blossom eyes contained anger and resentment, staring at Zhao Wujiang.
Zhao Wujiang said calmly:
"You didn't let me go...
If you hadn't attacked me secretly, things wouldn't have reached this level. "
"The saint is here to make up for my mistakes in person!"
Su Huayi wrinkled her nose, raised her hand and struck out with a palm, blowing through the wind, and struck Zhao Wujiang.
Zhao Wujiang was not surprised at all. The stars in his eyes were bright, and with great strength in his hand, he clamped Su Huayi's attacking hand.
A lotus flower appeared between Su Huayi's brows, but this time it was no longer an indigo budding lotus, but a red and pink lotus.
Her cultivation level suddenly increased, and the jade hand that was clamped shook, breaking Zhao Wujiang's clamp, and fought fiercely with Zhao Wujiang.
The martial arts cultivation in the room was agitated, and tables and chairs were constantly being overturned or even broken.
As he continued to fight, doubts arose in Zhao Wujiang's heart. Why was Su Huayi fighting with him, using all his strength in every move, but showing no intention to kill?
Why do you feel a sense of resentment? He flew like lightning and passed by Su Huayi. He waved his arms to sweep away the chopping palms, and then stepped forward, his arms suddenly filled with the warm fragrance of nephrite.
Su Huayi was so embarrassed and angry that she raised her legs to kick, but Zhao Wujiang raised his legs and feet at the same time to stop them. The two of them stood unsteadily, kicked back, and fell into the light gauze curtain of the bed together.
Zhao Wujiang pressed down on the delicate body of the saint of Hehuan Sect. The saint was embarrassed and the lotus between her brows trembled, about to strike again.
He had quick eyesight and quick hands. After practicing the Vajra Indestructible Magic, his big palms containing huge power suddenly pressed down, clamping Su Huayi's hands and wrists in the tiger's jaws, and pressed them above Su Huayi's head.
"Bastard, let me go!" Su Huayi's pretty face suddenly turned red.
Zhao Wujiang stared at Su Huayi's shy and charming face, and smiled frivolously:
"Why did you call me here? Are you coveting my body again?"
"You! I'll cut it off!" Su Huayi wanted to struggle, but Zhao Wujiang was so powerful that he was as heavy as a king.
Zhao Wujiang stared at the trembling water in Su Huayi's peach blossom eyes, nodded and said:
"I see..."
"What do you understand?"
Su Huayi's eyes flashed with shame and panic. The next moment, her peach blossom eyes were covered by silk cloth. She felt the warm breath approaching and covering her lips.
"Uh huh..."
Heat and tingling suddenly arose in Su Huayi's mind. She wanted to lift off the silk covering her eyes, but her hands were restrained by the man. Especially the stirring of dampness and heat disturbed her mind and made her heal. Unable to control oneself.
Zhao Wujiang felt Su Huayi's struggle, but after only two breaths, the struggle gradually weakened, and Su Huayi's delicate body came to rest, as if he had lost all strength.
But both he and Su Huayi knew exactly what was going on.
Su Huayi's pretty face felt hot after a few tactful greetings. She wanted to struggle to get up, but her wrist was still tightly clamped by Zhao Wujiang's right hand.
Suddenly, she felt her legs being lifted up by Zhao Wujiang and put on his shoulders. She was startled by this posture and said angrily:
"What are you going to do!"
...
Under Mao'an's cave, Zhao Wujiang fought with Su Huayi.
Zhao Wujiang, who had practiced the indestructible power of the Vajra, used his full range of moves, hitting Su Huayi from time to time, causing him to cry out for mercy.
Su Huayi lost the coldness and reluctance she felt when they first met, and lost the resentment and anger, and gained a bit more resentment and an unknown affection.
Her moves gradually weakened, and she was constantly being picked up diagonally by Zhao Wujiang's long sword, and her acupoints were swept away with a plow.
In an hour, the saint was defeated.
Although defeated, Su Huayi's heart was filled with joy and beauty, and he lay limply on Zhao Wujiang's body. His black hair was messy and scattered, and he was so charming.
She felt the man's strong and hot breath, and her pretty face suddenly became embarrassment and anger. Before she could speak, she felt the man's cheek was close to her, and his breath was hot, and she joked:
"Saint, are you beautiful?"
Su Huayi had been fending off the violent storm for an hour, feeling weak and undecided, so she replied smoothly:
"Beautiful...so damn..."
As soon as the words came out of her mouth, she reacted immediately, and her pretty face was stained with shame all the way to her neck. She felt so embarrassed that she cursed "bastard" and then hit the man who was rubbing her with her pink fist.
Zhao Wujiang forcibly received her punch and felt a slight tightness in his chest. He quickly clamped her slightly blue wrist and said with a smile:
"If you feel you are being bullied by me, just bully me back!"
Su Huayi was annoyed and angry, and said, "This is what you said!"
She wanted to clamp Zhao Wujiang's wrists with one hand, but her jade-bone, ice-muscle palms were so tender that she couldn't hold them with one hand.
So she sat up and rubbed Zhao Wujiang's face with her hands.
His face was as sharp as a knife, and she seemed to have a vague image of Zhao Wujiang in her mind. He must be a handsome man.
She wanted to remove the silk covering her eyes, but she seemed to know that the blindfolded self was even more powerfully tempting to men.
At the same time, she felt the man's hands grabbing her hand again, but this time, instead of clamping, the two of them intertwined their fingers.
There was an indescribable heat in her heart, and the red glow on her exquisite cheeks seemed to be reflected in the water. She twisted her soft and boneless waist and said coquettishly:
"This time, I am the saint."
