The secret realm of Daolian, the heart of the lotus.
The smell of blood beside the water bank has not dissipated for a long time, and people among the broken arms and limbs are constantly wailing and making their last struggle.
They regretted it, they didn't want to fight, they wanted Zhao Wujiang to save them.
They were crawling in a pool of blood, their breath constantly failing.
The lotus pond is no longer clear, but is stained with blood and appears light red. From a distance, it looks a bit strangely dark red.
On the list of geniuses in the sky, there is a list of enemy kills. Zhao Wujiang's name skyrockets to the top, followed by bloody numbers.
Zhao Wujiang hugged the pale Gu Nanyuan, tiptoed, and disappeared into the lotus heart.
The onlookers and the surviving monks looked at each other in shock. The aftermath of the disaster made them breathe a little heavier and have lingering fears.
They felt that if Zhao Wujiang were more vicious and more indiscriminate, no one here would be able to escape!
Some people were overjoyed that Zhao Wujiang was not surrounded and killed by greed.
Someone was lucky, thank God, luckily they didn't have time to take action and escaped.
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Daolian's thirty-first heaven.
Zhao Wujiang took Gu Nanyuan back to the Xiongshan Mountains.
Gu Nanyuan's aura was weak, so he used a lot of sword energy to help him forcefully, which hurt his origin.
In the room.
On the bed.
Gu Nanyuan's face was still a little pale, but a lot more rosy.
The delicate body no longer trembles.
She moved her arms, wiped the corners of her eyes with her arms, then forced herself up half her body, looking at Zhao Wujiang with a tearful face, and her voice sounded like she was talking in sleep.
"Am I useless..."
Zhao Wujiang looked at her like this, rubbed her black hair, and said softly:
"Silly girl, be obedient next time."
He hugged Gu Nanyuan, but Gu Nanyuan sobbed slightly, did not struggle to resist, and just rubbed into his arms.
"You are already very powerful. If it weren't for you, I would have been interrupted by them before I even had the chance to use that sword energy." Zhao Wujiang gently pressed his chin against her head and said softly:
"But you have to be obedient next time, understand?"
"Ugh." Gu Nanyuan nodded weakly, her eyes were misty, and her long eyelashes were stained with crystal tears. She almost thought she was going to experience life and death with Zhao Wujiang again, and finally separate.
She said in a low voice:
"I was wrong."
"You're right." Zhao Wujiang hugged Gu Nanyuan a little tighter.
"Well, I'm sorry."
"Don't say you're sorry." Zhao Wujiang smiled and patted her round and tight buttocks. As her buttocks trembled slightly, she hummed, curling up like a little squirrel.
Zhao Wujiang held her shoulders with both hands, looked at her tear-filled eyes, brushed the bangs on her forehead, and then turned her body over, with her back facing up, and her delicate body lying across his knees.
Gu Nanyuan felt the familiar posture in this memory and said pitifully: "Zhao Lang, my back is not injured..."
Zhao Wujiang rubbed her clothes and slowly lifted them up, revealing her back covered with wounds:
"What's this?"
Gu Nanyuan buried her head.
Zhao Wujiang's palms were covered with a layer of soft white light, and he gently stroked her waist to reduce swelling and blood stasis.
Gu Nanyuan felt the slight coolness coming from behind her. The scars gradually subsided with Zhao Lang's gentle caressing. The burning pain gradually faded away and was replaced by a soft comfort.
She had not felt this way for a long time. She closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly, and she almost moaned in comfort.
The redness, swelling and bruises gradually subsided, and the two rounded flaps on the lower back were white and slightly red, as if they were about to be ripe but not yet ripe, and the soft skin was fragrant everywhere.
Gu Nanyuan felt a warm current flowing through her body. She completely relaxed and lay on Zhao Wujiang's knees.
After Zhao Wujiang helped her reduce swelling, remove blood stasis, and promote blood circulation, he took a soft white towel and wiped the little blood stains on her body.
Zhao Wujiang pulled her clothes up and down, and Gu Nanyuan also raised her legs and arms in cooperation, gradually revealing more of her fair skin, with sporadic light bruises on her skin.
