Yuzhang Ancestral Palace.

In the side hall, there was a constant sound of splashing water.

In a hot spring, looking from a distance, one can see an ink-like black robe and a fire-like red robe floating on the water, as well as a satin bra and two pairs of obscene trousers.

And the wet heads of a man and a woman.

The man was handsome and handsome, with slightly furrowed eyebrows and slightly raised corners of his mouth. He had a gentle smile, with a touch of provocation and conquest in his smile.

The woman's eyebrows are like distant mountains, her eyes are like flying phoenixes, and she is stunningly natural. A few strands of black hair stick to her side face and forehead, and her complexion is like red clouds reflecting water, getting moister and moister.

There was a touch of stubbornness and forbearance on her cheeks, and her red lips were tightly pursed as if she was holding on to something.

Splashes of water appeared from time to time, and there was a splash.

Judging from the faces of the man and the woman, the body under the water should be that of the man hugging the woman from behind.

Wishes of water bubbles kept popping up from the middle of their underwater bodies, gurgling.

"I'm talking about High Priest Linlang, no matter how much you don't want to scream, your body is very honest and keeps responding, isn't it?"

Zhao Wujiang's cheeks were close to each other, and his teeth gently rubbed the woman's earlobe:

"You are deceiving yourself and others, so why not scream out loud?"

The bubbles in the water column are rising faster and larger, and it seems that the movement in the water is rapidly intensifying.

High Priest Linlang remained silent.

In the past half an hour, except for the initial struggling sound and an uncontrollable exclamation, she had almost never made a sound.

Whether it was humming, squealing, or asking for priorities, she suppressed her words in her mouth. However, her face became more and more rosy, and her breathing became heavier and heavier.

She is the high priest of the Prairie Jade Account Court, a goddess who can communicate with the Wolf God, and she even has another, more noble identity.

Even if she wanted to practice dual cultivation with Zhao Wujiang and take away some luck and karma from Zhao Wujiang, she would never let go of her reserve and aloofness.

She just didn't want to scream out and let the man behind her succeed, or let the man behind her think that she was conquered!

But she still underestimated Zhao Wujiang. Facing the endless differences, she suppressed and endured it, and now she was gradually feeling exhausted.

Now that she heard Zhao Wujiang provoking him again, she just clenched her teeth tightly. Although her delicate body was trembling, she still said coldly:

"You...want to hear me...but I...don't scream!"

As soon as she finished speaking, a sneer came from behind, and Zhao Wujiang stepped back. Immediately, a strange feeling came over her. Just as doubts arose in her heart, she felt a soreness and numbness.

The water splashed everywhere, and on the hot spring surface, apart from the scattered floating dresses and two wet heads, a tall and slender foot emerged from the water.

"You!" The high priest almost stumbled into the water. Fortunately, Zhao Wujiang held his flexible waist to steady his body. She glared sideways, angry and annoyed.

Zhao Wujiang said with a playful smile and a serious face:

"I was afraid that you would fall, so I helped hold up a leg for you. Don't worry."

"You...are you calling this support? You...you are..." The high priest breathed heavily and cursed in anger.

"Look, you talk a lot more now than before." Zhao Wujiang raised his sword eyebrows frivolously at the high priest. He whispered in the high priest's ear softly, like a charming demon:

"Empty, lonely and cold, which one are you now?"

The high priest's eyes dodge, and there is a trace of desire in his body that she doesn't want to admit. He turns his face to the side and clenches his silver teeth:

"nothing!"

"You got the answer right." Zhao Wujiang advanced from six inches to three feet, and he got closer and closer. He smiled gently and evilly:

"Now, it is indeed gone."

"Well... do you... believe it or not..." The high priest's heart was up and down, like thousands of ants crawling all over her delicate body. She raised her head back and exhaled heavily:
Chapter completed!