The lingering fragrance remains in the sheath of separation, and I am putting on make-up to disturb your clear dreams.
Boundless as a sword, as beautiful as a scabbard.
He drew his sword and looked around at a loss, while she closed the sheath and felt resentful.
The problem with Linlang's demon pill was perfectly solved, and he watched Wujiang leave with reluctance.
Wujiang said, wait until everything settles down.
He would hold a grand wedding and marry her to Xuanyuan Jing.
The night wind was disturbing, and Linlang's heart was set on fire, burning brightly. She looked forward to this day coming.
Zhao Wujiang held a night light and walked through the palace.
The sky was extremely dark, and if it weren't for the flickering dim candlelight, there was a dim light within half a foot, and it would have been impossible to see even if I stretched out my hand.
The darkness outside the ruined palace seemed to be baring its teeth.
We can't let Jing'er wait impatiently... This is Zhao Wujiang's idea. After all, he and Linlang have been in love for more than an hour, and Xuanyuan Jing will probably ask about it.
Suddenly, his steps stopped and he suddenly looked into the darkness outside the palace.
The darkness was twisting, as if something was approaching.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."
The sound of the night wind suddenly became sharp and gradually louder, as if a fierce ghost was approaching in the dark night carrying a stereo.
After taking a breath, Zhao Wujiang saw a figure approaching in the darkness.
He took a step back without leaving a trace, the demonic energy and spiritual energy in his body flowing through his limbs, ready to go.
He held up a small night light slightly, trying to see clearly the figure in the darkness.
Closer is an old woman.
Zhao Wujiang's eyes suddenly trembled. He recognized this old woman. She was actually the old woman he met polishing the soul-suppressing nails on the way to the Wangchuan River in Youdu.
But he soon realized something was wrong.
This is Daolian's secret realm, not the capital of Youdu at all.
"Little baby, come here." The old woman looked kind, standing in the darkness, and waved gently to Zhao Wujiang, as if calling her junior.
"The boy is tired and is about to take a rest. If my mother-in-law needs anything, please tell me." Zhao Wujiang scratched his head, his face full of honesty, but he refused to move even half a step.
"I am a night wandering god. Baby, you have too much water from the River of Forgetfulness in your body. You broke the rules. Bring it." The old woman's face became stern and she stretched out a hand.
Zhao Wujiang narrowed his eyes slightly. He faintly saw a pink light on the old woman's clothes, which flashed away. He didn't know if it was an illusion.
He still smiled honestly and reached for the storage bag in his arms, as if he wanted to take out the Water of Forgotten River.
The eyes of the old woman Yeyoushen shone for a moment, and she wanted to take a step closer, but she was afraid to take a look at the dilapidated temple and did not choose to step into the temple.
"Mother-in-law, here you go." Zhao Wujiang looked respectful, stretched out a hand, and slowly spread it.
The next moment, a powerful demonic energy shot towards the old woman.
"boom!"
The old woman was exploded by the evil spirit and rolled straight into the darkness.
A shrill, piercing roar came from the darkness, like a ghost.
Then, a black shadow and a series of rapid sounds suddenly hit the invisible barrier in front of the palace.
"boom!"
The expression of the old woman who was the Night Walker God had completely changed. Her originally kind and old face had completely rotted away, revealing grey-red and tattered flesh, and her eyebrows were even more ferocious like wild beasts.
Veins popped up around the corners of his eyes, his eyes were bloodshot and red, and his hair was disheveled, constantly hitting the invisible barrier around the shelter.
"boom!"
"boom!"
"boom!"
The old woman, whose head was covered in blood and looked like a ghost, screamed miserably:
"Give me!"
"boom!"
"boom!"
Zhao Wujiang narrowed his eyes slightly. He was really frightened by the old woman's crazy and strange behavior, especially the sudden attack on her face after being beaten away.
If the shelter was not really effective and the invisible barrier blocked the old woman, she would be eating his body now, right?
Zhao Wujiang became more and more puzzled, why did this old woman look exactly like the Youdu Night Travel God?
Why do you know he has the water of Forgotten River?
While he was thinking about it, he sensed something. When he looked sideways, his hair stood on end.
In the darkness behind the old woman, at some point, a group of people gradually approached.
These people are men and women, old and young.
They were all wearing weird costumes, their clothes were rotten and shabby, their faces were as pale as paper, and their expressions were dull and strange, staring straight at him.
"boom!"
The next moment, these people rushed over and began to continuously hit the invisible barrier of the shelter.
His face was expressionless and eerie.
