Legend has it that in the Jade Account Royal Court, there is a creature called the High Priest, and she lives in the body of a male creature called Zhao Wujiang.
The creature called the High Priest does not touch the ground with its feet. It only hits the ground once with a sound. Once it hits the ground, it is a sound.
Now, she is experiencing the ups and downs of her voice, sometimes soaring, sometimes suppressed and muffled.
It's getting dark and the evening stars are out.
The sky above the Jade Account Royal Court is exceptionally clear, with night stars twinkling.
The nearby Tianshan Mountains are hazy in the night. Looking up to the heights, you can vaguely see the snow-covered waist of the Tianshan Mountains in the sky.
I don't know whether it was the beauty's hum that was too resentful, or the hero's late desire to bow his head, but the turmoil in the ancestral palace finally stopped.
"Hello, I am a ray of wind at the foot of Tianshan Mountain. I would like to interview the two parties involved. What is going on?"
Breeze, one of the witnesses, was hovering next to Zhao Wujiang and the high priest. He watched Zhao Wujiang help the high priest Linlang get dressed, and rubbed and touched them from time to time.
"I'm hungry, let's go eat first." Zhao Wujiang said.
"Okay." The high priest's red lips parted slightly, and his eyes pulsed. She clearly wanted to eat Zhao Wujiang, but she followed Zhao Wujiang's instructions and wanted to eat.
If there were no witnesses present, everyone would have been deceived into thinking that the two were just casual acquaintances.
Little did they know that the two were close friends.
But knowing too much is often not a good thing.
Zhao Wujiang waved his hand, took the wind in front of him, and straightened the high priest's hair.
The high priest had the shyness of an iceberg goddess and the shyness of a little daughter. She slapped Zhao Wujiang's hand away, killing both of them.
I don’t know what the wind is causing.
It was clear that I had been flirting with you and me before, but now I put up my skirt and disowned anyone.
Maybe it's because the meaning is still unfinished, maybe it's the wind that Zhao Wujiang brought when he drew his sword, which hasn't filled the thousand dreams in the high priest's empty valley.
Zhao Wujiang strode away and held his waist, maybe because he was hungry.
The high priest was obviously a little shy, angry and dissatisfied before, but now he stared at Zhao Wujiang's leaving back, feeling something new in his heart that he had never felt before.
The five flavors are mixed, nothing more than this.
She, Linlang, would definitely not have it because of Zhao Wujiang's handsomeness, suave, calm and transparent, humorous, persistent and strong, gentle and considerate, strong and sweet voice, blessed with luck, talented, gentle as jade... .To have any feelings for Zhao Wujiang like this!
It was her body that had feelings, what did it have to do with her Linlang?
She withdrew her eyes and returned to her original appearance, like a fire lotus and an iceberg, extremely cold and cold. She walked barefoot towards the palace where she usually practiced.
She wanted to refine the pure white luck that Zhao Wujiang had left in her body.
She didn't know that if she never felt hot and satisfied, she would be able to endure the cold loneliness.
After these few days, maybe every night in the future, the night wind would be extremely biting and cold, making her feel like she was living in an ice cellar.
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Zhao Wujiang was really hungry.
He sipped the salty milk tea and chewed the soft naan bread. He ate deliciously and seriously.
Sitting opposite him was a middle-aged man wearing a splendid purple robe with clouds and snow wolves embroidered on it.
In Zhao Wujiang's opinion, this middle-aged man seemed a little strange. To be precise, it was somewhat inconsistent with his original imagination.
Handsome, of course. After all, he is the father of the elegant and refined little princess Guli Keli.
He has a humble demeanor, his body frame is not as strong as that of ordinary prairie warriors, and his face does not seem to belong to the prairie.
If it weren't for this attire and the expensive jade articles he wore, Zhao Wujiang would have recognized the king of the Jade Chamber as a citizen of Daxia.
The king of the Prairie Jade Tent did not disturb Zhao Wujiang's meal, nor did he feel that Zhao Wujiang's scrutinizing eyes were disrespectful in the slightest.
He looked at Zhao Wujiang with a complicated expression, both gentle and emotional, as if he was looking at a genius, more like a junior.
