"Clay Buddha...well..." the silver-haired girl Gu Li Keli asked again:

"Bodhisattva, is it one of the names in your Daxia Buddhism?"

Zhao Wujiang unconsciously stroked the girl's smooth body with both hands and nodded slowly.

The girl held Zhao Wujiang's hand down, angry and ashamed. She found that Zhao Wujiang was always not idle when she was thinking about problems.

Clay Bodhisattva, Clay Fish Roe, if this existence is really what the Daosheng of the Renzong Sect mentioned, then why would "He" plant a curse in the bloodline of the Xuanyuan clan of the Daxia royal family?

Why are these so-called gods falling into a deep sleep? Are they waiting for something?

Zhao Wujiang was in a state of great emotion, and his hands were still touching and exploring them restlessly. Suddenly, the girl's body in his arms trembled slightly and moaned.

He then realized and said in disappointment:

"Excuse me..."

The girl's face was covered in shame and annoyed, and she glared at him fiercely.

"When the wind and snow stop, Xiaobai and I will go back to the Jade Treasure Royal Court."

The girl wanted to struggle again, and Zhao Wujiang let go of her hands, and the girl was struggling without any restraint. She was suddenly stunned, and then she made a gesture to get up. Zhao Wujiang, who was so ardent in her heart, pulled him back and hugged him in her arms.

"Let's talk about it when the heavy snow stops." Zhao Wujiang smiled gently and asked again:

"Who is the recorder of the parchment?"

"The king lord, there was no difference between gold and jade lords at that time. It is said that this king lord once built the grassland with the wolf god, leaving behind the parchment and disappeared."

The girl's cheeks still had residual rosy. Zhao Wujiang's actions just now made her feel embarrassed that she was indescribable. She was a little comfortable and a little embarrassed to speak out.

"You mentioned the wolf god just now. Did the Golden Tent Royal Court have to go to war with Daxia for the sake of the wolf god? Did the wolf god command it?"

Zhao Wujiang asked again with his big hands inadvertently rubbing the girl's delicate body.

The silver-haired girl felt Zhao Wujiang's gentle movements, and she was not hiding, nor was she not hiding. As long as she was in Zhao Wujiang's arms, she would always be taken advantage of.

Her pair of water-blue eyes trembled and muttered:

"To awaken the wolf god in the golden tent, it must be the blood of the people of Daxia."

"Why should I awaken the wolf god? The wolf god has been sleeping all the time. Logically, you shouldn't disturb me."

Zhao Wujiang hugged the girl, and the girl's bright silver hair kept teasing his chest, making him even more itchy.

The girl sighed:

"The high priest of the golden tent predicted that the sky would change. Only by awakening the wolf god can the grassland not be affected in future changes.

Therefore, we must attack the Great Xia Dynasty. If the jade tent is blocked or the peace is the main focus, then we will take down the jade tent first."

Does Southern Xinjiang have similar purposes? Zhao Wujiang's frowns deeper and deeper. This war is indeed not as simple as it seems. The personnel involved must exceed his initial expectations.

"By the way, can you take it away..." The silver-haired girl stared at Zhao Wujiang, shy and angry, and suddenly said.

"My hands didn't move randomly?" Zhao Wujiang was puzzled.

"I'm not talking about your hand..."

The girl was about to struggle to get up, and Zhao Wujiang hugged her tightly again.

The girl blushed, and she felt the pounding heartbeat of Zhao Wujiang. She was too close to her heart and she was a little uncomfortable.

She wanted to say something else, but she felt Zhao Wujiang's breath getting closer and closer, closer than her heartbeat. Her warm lips covered her red lips the next moment.
Chapter completed!