Ji Bochang finally arrived at the lotus heart of Daolian's secret realm.
As soon as he stepped into the lotus heart, he smelled the rich blood, and saw the corpses and severed limbs lying on the ground. His eyes suddenly trembled.
What happened? Could it be that there is something strange happening in Daolian's secret realm?
He looked around and saw thick lotus poles on the water surface, with lotus leaves reaching to the sky. Some lotus leaves were shaking, and there were monks walking on them, presumably looking for lotus seeds.
Suddenly, he saw the list of geniuses on the sky.
The one with the fastest advancement speed on the Tianjiao List, called Zhao Wujiang, has thirty-three breaths.
He took a long breath to hide his shock.
Who is Zhao Wujiang?
Why is this name the same as Zhao Wuyang and Zhao Wuliang?
Could it be that they are all members of the Ji family who came here to hide their identities?
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The pink and tight thighs were massaged by Zhao Wujiang's warm and healing hands, and Gu Nanyuan's pretty face turned rosy.
She was lying on the bed, and her body looked even more graceful and graceful.
Only then did Zhao Wujiang suddenly remember that she was no longer the fifteen-year-old girl she was back then. She was already exquisite and graceful at that time, and her beauty was hidden deep inside. Now she has grown even more with age.
Zhao Wujiang kept caressing her scars, looking at everything he should and shouldn't look at.
No, his woman, what shouldn't he see?
Although this is not the first time, there will always be some stories when two people are alone, a man and a woman alone.
Last morning when Zhao Wujiang became independent, if Xiaobai hadn't arrived at the wrong time, the story of the two of them would have been told in simple terms several times.
While at Butian Pavilion, Gu Nanyuan occasionally heard her senior sisters talk about some crimson scenes, which were so ambiguous that they made people blush.
At that time, she would think of her Zhao Lang.
A year is very short, but at that time she thought it was a lifetime, so the days and nights were extremely long.
Memories are like wine, and you are as drunk as mud.
She practiced her sword hard day and night, wanting revenge and not letting herself be reminded of the pain.
"Nanyuan, why are you crying again?" Zhao Wujiang asked with a smile.
Gu Nanyuan frowned and pursed her lips, and said doubtfully, "No."
When she saw the direction of Zhao Wujiang's eyes, she immediately blushed.
Some are at a loss, some are distracted, and their feelings are wavering.
She said in embarrassment and coquettishly: "It's your fault..."
She felt that Zhao Wujiang's big hand made her feel slightly itchy.
She groaned, as if all the secrets had been revealed, and her pretty face turned red all of a sudden.
The clear and charming voice floated like a demon, and even if Zhao Wujiang had the best concentration, he could still feel his mind wandering.
Her whole body went limp, and she turned back to look at him sadly, as if asking him why he was teasing her like this.
Zhao Wujiang was aroused by this look. He patted his delicate buttocks gently and said with a smile:
"The injury is healed? Stop crying? Do you dare to tease me?"
Gu Nanyuan said aggrievedly: "You are obviously the one who is not behaving well."
Zhao Wujiang pinched her nose and asked with a smile:
"What's wrong with me? Please tell me clearly today, otherwise I'll show you what real irregularity is."
Gu Nanyuan said as calmly as possible:
"No one can touch a girl's body casually."
Zhao Wujiang pinched her little cheek and said, "Mr. Lang touches the little lady, why are you so casual?"
Gu Nanyuan lowered her head, puffed out her cheeks, looking a little playful and cute, and remained silent.
What Zhao Wujiang said seemed to make sense.
Zhao Wujiang continued to reveal her scars:
"Who was acting a little erratically that morning?"
Gu Nanyuan felt aggrieved and asked: "It's different..."
Gu Nanyuan thought of that night, holding her in her arms and sleeping peacefully without doing anything.
She pouted and muttered: "Obviously you can ignore Xiaobai... It's your problem..."
Zhao Wujiang looked at her, his eyes suddenly turned fierce, and she was so frightened that she quickly reached out to cover her buttocks.
But the ridiculously perky buttocks were so plump and moist that it was difficult for her to cover them with her hands, which only made this posture more alluring.
