Zhao Wujiang checked the bronze mirror for the third time.
He still didn't find anything strange, nor did he find any way to use the bronze mirror.
Among them, Jing'er also imitated the tone of shouting "stop" before, and kept ordering the bronze mirror to "open", "activate", "illuminate", "levitate", "break" and so on.
However, the bronze mirror has not moved at all since it was reorganized.
Zhao Wujiang knew that the bronze mirror was a Taoist soldier and contained powerful power, but so far, he did not know how to use the power of the bronze mirror.
Taoist treasures are something that even the most powerful may not possess.
He is now like guarding a treasure mountain, he can only see and touch, but cannot cash in the treasure.
Less than half an hour later, Zhao Wujiang and Jing'er tried over and over again how to use the Xuanyuan Mirror, but there was no sign of success. They could only give up and wait for another chance to find the mechanism to open.
Jing'er didn't feel any discomfort at all. The fragments of the bronze mirror had penetrated into the center of her eyebrows, as if nothing had been taken away and nothing had been left behind.
Zhao Wujiang had no choice but to put the bronze mirror into the storage bag again, and then lay down lazily on the bed.
Jing'er, who was big-hearted and ambitious, pushed Zhao Wujiang and said angrily:
"How about we continue?"
"Huh?" Zhao Wujiang was suddenly startled. Jing'er's shy and angry words made him notice some details.
The two times the bronze mirror was abnormal in the past were both when he and Jing'er were going through ups and downs.
The first time the bronze mirror got hot, the two of them were having sex with each other.
This time the bronze mirror was abnormal, it just so happened that he and Jing'er were having sex again.
Could it be that the condition for the activation of the bronze mirror is to absorb the energy of yin and yang?
Or does it require the blood of the Yu family and the blood of the Xuanyuan family?
Or something else?
"Continue." Zhao Wujiang nodded. He wanted to try what the bronze mirror was about.
So, the two started again.
The fire of lust between the two was quickly ignited, and their bodies and minds were connected.
Jing'er and Zhao Wujiang were flirting with each other, but Bronze Mirror didn't react at all.
Zhao Wujiang and Jing'er turned against the rain and clouds, but the bronze mirror didn't react at all.
After three hundred rounds, the bronze mirror showed no reaction at all.
The love was silent, Jing'er's long autumn eyes were full of pink smoke, and the bronze mirror didn't react at all.
Zhao Wujiang and his subordinates committed the crime, but the bronze mirror did not react at all.
When Jing'er was humiliated by Zhao Wujiang Rutang Woxue, the bronze mirror still didn't react at all.
Finally, when the precious blood of Zhao Wujiang’s Yu family blended with the aura of Jing’er’s Xuanyuan family, the quiet bronze mirror in the storage bag was frighteningly hot and was constantly trembling.
Jing'er collapsed on Zhao Wujiang, panting delicately.
Zhao Wujiang grabbed the bronze mirror from the storage bag with his backhand. The trembling of the bronze mirror had disappeared, but the entire mirror was still very hot.
Zhao Wujiang felt a strong burning sensation, and he slightly loosened his grip on the bronze mirror. He saw that the palm of his hand holding the long handle of the bronze mirror was already bloody, and a ball of fuzzy blood wrapped around the palm of his hand.
The stinging pain did not make Zhao Wujiang frown, he just narrowed his eyes and looked carefully between the palm of his hand and the long handle of the bronze mirror.
During this time, blood threads as thin as silk stretched from the palm of his hand to the long handle of the bronze mirror, and continued to wrap around the long handle.
At this time, it was not his hand that was holding the long handle of the bronze mirror, but the scarlet blood threads growing out of the wound on his palm.
The next moment, Zhao Wujiang's heart came to him, and he suddenly grasped the long handle of the bronze mirror tightly, feeling a burning sting and a sticky feeling of flesh and blood in his palm.
His whole body trembled as if he had been electrocuted.
The world in front of me changed. It was no longer a gauze curtain, but a space of deep blue and almost black.
He was suspended in this boundless space, and Jing'er in his arms had disappeared.
There are twinkling stars everywhere in the space.
He seemed to be standing in the universe.
