Zhuge Xiaobai felt the eyes of everyone and shook his head with a smile.
After he saw this Tianzong monk outside Daolian's secret realm, he intentionally or unintentionally called everyone's attention to this person.
Tianzong practices the ruthless way, and in many matters, the decisions made often lack humanity, and there are even some things that are promoted by the monks of Tianzong.
But maybe it was because Zhang Delu had a pale face, some fairy-like demeanor, and a hint of kindness and kindness like an ordinary old man, that no one was too wary of him.
It's hard to persuade a damn ghost with good words, not to mention that Zhuge Xiaobai doesn't like to persuade others very much. He is such a complicated person that he doesn't even know what kind of person he belongs to.
He just said quietly:
"De and Lu can appear in the same name, but it is difficult to appear in one thing.
It is easy to be immoral if you seek salary, but it is easy to lose salary if you respect virtue. "
He turned around and left, glanced at Lin Xiaoke, Hua Jieyu and others in the crowd, and waved:
"Everyone, it's getting dark, so take care of yourself. See you again when we are destined."
He jumped up, jumped off the Azure Dragon Statue, and disappeared with the men of Wanbao Pavilion under the dim light of the night.
When it gets dark, we can't leave, and everyone may not be able to wait until the next dawn.
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"It's dangerous, it's really dangerous." Zhao Wujiang had a pair of slender jade legs hanging on his shoulders. He was breathing heavily. Fortunately, he was determined and kept close to himself, so he didn't let Wang Xi succeed.
But he reacted quickly.
He is the body of a divine soul, and what he sprays out is purple mist demonic energy, not frost and white dew.
So with all his strength, Qi Ji came out and howled softly, filling Wang Xi's emptiness.
The two of them were dripping with sweat and looked at each other tacitly.
The reason why Wang Xi is willing to go all out to cater to Zhao Wujiang is actually determined by multiple factors.
First of all, it was because of the blissful spring in her body. If the mist of the medicine was not cleared, her body would explode. Not only would she die, at least the body would have to be replaced with a new one, otherwise the soul would rot if it had nowhere to rest for a long time.
She had no choice but to have sex.
Secondly, due to the necessity of the first situation, she chose to sell her body.
Because she didn't like her marriage contract with Yue Bufan, but she couldn't get rid of it under the constraints of her family, which restricted her life.
Whether out of rebellion or hatred, her intuition told her that the more she tried to cater to Zhao Wuhuang, the more she would take revenge on Yue Bufan.
Thirdly, she found that Zhao Wuxu made her very comfortable. He was rude when he should be rude, gentle when he should be gentle, with just the right amount of force and just the right amount of teasing.
In a daze, she and Zhao Wujiang discovered that the seal of the scroll had been opened.
Before she could be happy, a rain began to fall in the world of the scroll. A large rain of blood fell, falling on the white sky and earth and quickly spreading out, and soon dyed the world into scarlet blood. yarn.
Moreover, this blood rain is also highly corrosive. When it comes into contact with the skin, it will make the skin feel hot and burning, and the flesh and blood will be melted.
"Let's go." Zhao Wujiang said in a deep voice. He stared blankly at the rain of blood that was corroding his soul, and seemed to be lost in thought for a moment.
Wang Xi was fully dressed. He noticed something strange about Zhao Wuyang and stepped forward to pull Zhao Wuyang:
"Come on, why are you standing there?"
Zhao Wujiang narrowed his eyes slightly, grabbed Wang Xi's waist, and flew out of the scroll.
When the scroll came out, everything between heaven and earth was dim and blood-red, and the ground under Zhao Wujiang and Wang Xi's feet was already muddy.
"You should have the location of the Wang family. You go first." Zhao Wujiang's eyes became darker and darker. He stretched out his hand, and the blood rain quickly gathered in his palm to form a pool of blood.
"Where are you going?" Wang Xi was slightly stunned. Although she met Zhao Wuyang by chance and had no feelings for each other, after all, they were men who had entered the body. She asked doubtfully:
"It's getting dark."
"This is my business." Zhao Wujiang drew his sword ruthlessly. He had a strong feeling that this rain might be his creation.
Although he has been in and out thousands of times, he is not familiar with Wang Xi and would not reveal his true thoughts.
Wang Xi's eyes trembled slightly, and he nodded slowly, without looking back, and flew towards the distance.
