Lin Xiaoke also frowned deeply.
She never imagined that Zhao Wuyang would have such a close relationship with such a strange young girl.
The key is that this girl's cultivation is so strong.
The two seemed to have known each other for a long time.
The girl is pure and beautiful, she looks weak, but her black robe is as black as ink, and she carries three long swords on her back. She looks like a powerful person at first glance.
She could even see that Zhao Wuxu's temperament and aura were so similar to those of the girl when he used his sword energy.
Could it be that they are from the same school?
There were rumors before that Zhao Wuxu was the illegitimate son of the master of Butian Pavilion. Is it true?
Not only does Lu Xiaojin have a good relationship with her, but many people from the Lu family and Butian Pavilion have also been helping her before, and now this girl seems to be from Butian Pavilion.
All confirmed the previous rumors.
Lin Xiaoke frowned, feeling somewhat sour in her heart.
In any case, the fact that a girl dares to be so bold and hug a man in front of so many people shows that her heart is sincere, warm and pure.
If it were her, she might be embarrassed.
At the same time, Lin Xiaoke breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the clan sisters Lin Lang and Zhao Wuliang did not follow because their cultivation was not too strong. In order to avoid danger, they did not see this scene.
Otherwise, Linlang would probably have to eat it.
What Lin Xiaoke didn't know was that Lin Lang had long known about Zhao Wujiang's confidante.
Long before the collapse of the Great Xia Dynasty, in the ancestral court next to the jade tent at the foot of the Tianshan Mountains, when Linlang and Zhao Wujiang fell in love with each other in a simple and easy way, Zhao Wujiang told Linlang.
The heavy rain fell, and many people's hearts felt cold.
Zhao Wujiang was hugged by Gu Nanyuan, his heart was soft, and he also hugged Gu Nanyuan's delicate body.
Gu Nanyuan was not afraid of rumors and criticism and embraced him boldly.
How could he shrink back?
Just like Lu Xiaojin, if Lu Xiaojin wanted to tell others that he, Zhao Wuyang, was Lu Xiaojin's man, he would also stand up and admit it.
It's just that some people are shy, some take the overall situation into consideration, and some are thoughtful and have different ideas...
Gu Nanyuan's hotness may be the unique willfulness of a girl. Other women are past this age.
Recalling that when he first met Gu Nanyuan, Gu Nanyuan was only fourteen or fifteen years old. Now he is only fifteen or sixteen years old, twenty-eight years old.
"Okay, if you don't let go, I will be strangled to death by you."
Zhao Wujiang smiled softly.
Gu Nanyuan hummed and wiped her face. Her pretty face became more and more confused, like a little cat. She helped Zhao Wujiang stand up and walked towards the Butian Pavilion team.
Only then did she realize that there were so many senior brothers and sisters from Butian Pavilion here, and they were all watching just now.
When she thought of this, her pretty face turned a little rosy and she pursed her red lips.
"Hey, sister, help me."
In the distance, Zhuge Xiaobai, who was wet like a dog, spread his hands towards Zhao Wujiang and Gu Nanyuan, indicating that he was also injured.
"Don't worry about him." Zhao Wujiang smiled.
He has not forgotten Zhuge Xiaobai's kindness in helping him just now.
Whether it's utilitarian or genuine, helping is a fact.
Zhuge Xiaobai let out a long sigh and got up with a sigh.
The sky is getting darker and darker, night is approaching, and the showers have not stopped and are getting heavier.
Zhuge Xiaobai had just sent the message to his clan brother. He was already very anxious and prepared to use his own cards to fight for Zhao Wuxu. However, Zhao Wuxu lived up to his name and was safe in the end. On the contrary, Li Changsheng was seriously injured. The fate of both being destroyed.
The girl who suddenly appeared had a close relationship with Zhao Wuxu at first glance.
The Qi of sword cultivation is extremely similar, just like someone forging a furnace of swords. He, Zhuge Xiaobai, can be sure that this girl and Zhao Wuyang must be from the same furnace.
Otherwise, how could it be so natural?
It's just pity that Zhuge Xiaobai is twenty-eight, rich and interesting, a flower among male cultivators, but no one takes a fancy to him.
How did Zhao Wuyang do it? Weird? Weird?
There was Lu Xiaojin in the past and Qingqiu Fox in the back, and now there is a girl carrying a sword, and what else?
The rain is getting heavier.
The heavy rain hit the ground and turned into mist. The mist was misty and misty. In everyone's eyes, the matter was over, but the feeling of killing was getting stronger.
Zhao Wujiang's smiling eyebrows suddenly frowned, and his eyes looked deeply toward the sky.
