Cannon fodder love rival of Jackie Chan Aotian

Wu Tang's face was also pale at this time, her hairpin was lost somewhere, her clothes were scattered and curled up on the bed, her upper body was sunk in the hem of the complicated clothes and the quilt.

After the hot and restless effect just now, Wu Tang only felt that his skin was so paralyzed that his internal organs were wrapped in it and he was almost drunk. It takes a moment to react to the enemy.

Wen Yanke was lying on Wutang's lap, her dark eyes were embedded in her face, like wet ink stains dripping from the white rice paper, she was looking straight at Wutang.

There were clearly no more tears on that face, but the eyes were even more lonely than before, and the little fires under the ashes flickered weakly, and it was hard to tell whether it was hatred or something else.

Wen Yanke's right hand was half clenched into a fist, and it rested on Wu Tang's bare chest. He never let go of the two eggs in his hand.

The softness of the eggshell and the warmth of the skin reached Wutang's chest at the same time, and he heard Wen Yanke murmur, "It should all be mine."

In this way, Wu Tang couldn't tell what Wen Yanke was referring to, whether it was the two dragon eggs, him, or all three?

Wu Tang looked at Wen Yanke's brows that seemed to be knit together from birth, stared blankly, then stretched out his hand from under the loose sleeve of his robe for a moment, stroked his brows and said, "Junior brother, let's have a good talk."

The strength in Wu Tang's hand was very light, and after a while, Wen Yanke's brows finally eased a little.

He didn't answer, Wu Tang waited patiently.

The quietness in the room made the noise in the inn outside the room even more noisy. It sounded like some monks were fighting for the room. The sound of fighting was from far to near. It seemed that the monks in the next room also opened the door to watch the excitement.

"We should go." Wen Yanke finally spoke, but she refused, and Wu Tang's heart sank.

What is it that stands in front of him and his junior brother, stubborn and domineering so that they cannot touch each other?

Wu Tang wanted to say something, but soon Wen Yanke got up from his lap, took the two dragon eggs off the chain, and put them into her purse.

Wu Tang was anxious again, could it be that after such an incident, the situation became the same as before, and he still didn't solve anything?

But at the next moment, Wen Yanke tied the purse tightly, drew a spell to seal it, and left a ray of her soul - tied to Wutang's belt: "Only you, me and him can open it."

The "he" in Wen Yanke's mouth, even though she didn't mention it, there is no other candidate except Yu Ji.

Wu Tang hesitantly reached for the purse, and sure enough, he opened it easily.

The joy of finding it back activated his five senses instantly, and he couldn't stop rubbing the surface of the eggshell. The light ball in the dragon egg also jumped excitedly in response to his touch, and it seemed that it was not affected by Wen Yanke's spell before.

Wu Tang's heart cleared up a little, it seemed that his junior brother was not as strange as he thought.

Soon, Wu Tang heard Wen Yanke say again: "Brother, if you have any questions, I will answer them one by one on the way."

After speaking, he blew out the candles, cast a spell to remove the traces and breath left by them in the room, packed up the few things they had, and put them into the two storage bags.

The speed of the series of movements surprised Wu Tang who was still sitting on the bed.But seeing Wen Yanke's complexion gradually becoming serious, it made him feel worried.

"someone is coming?"

Wu Tang also often practiced outside, coupled with the long-term tacit understanding with Wen Yanke, thinking about the series of changes in the inn, he quickly came up with the answer.

Wen Yanke nodded, holding her breath and concentrating.

The candlelight in the room was extinguished, and the clouds outside became darker and thicker, with almost no light shining through.

Wu Tang has just been promoted to Nascent Soul, although she has been in a coma for a long time, she has not yet recovered to her prime.Besides, he was not familiar with the new cultivation base, so he straightened his upper body and knelt on the bed, holding the long sword out of its sheath in his hand, which was unavoidably apprehensive.

Wen Yanke also drew out her long sword and got out of the bed. She was only wearing single clothes, and her figure was tall, which happened to block him in the bed with the curtain.

"Don't come down..." He turned his back and ordered.

"Who is here?" Wu Tang was blocked from seeing, only the dim light in the bed and Wen Yanke's back half blocked by the curtain in front of her eyes.

He hadn't seen his junior brother so serious for a long time, he didn't dare to speak out, so he could only ask by voice transmission.

The noise in the inn was getting louder, and the sound of fighting was getting closer and closer to them. I thought it was just an ordinary dispute between monks, but it was unnatural for the dispute to last for so long without anyone dissuading it.

Listening carefully, except for the sound of fighting, the originally lively monks' voices could no longer be heard at this time, and there was no whining breath. I don't know when it started to seem to be completely wiped out, and there was a completely different kind of silence.

Even the sound of fighting is crisp, and there is almost a unilateral crush.

The inn is located at the foot of Mang Mountain, and the owner of the inn has some cultivation skills. There have been a lot of fish and dragons in the inn for a long time, and no one dared to make trouble.

But even if it is rare, there are so many monks in the inn plus the owner and a group of servants, so that none of them can fight back. The people who come here are either large in number or extremely high in cultivation, at least above Nascent Soul, or several A monk above the Nascent Soul.

"The person here is the brother's fellow disciple." Wen Yanke said softly without moving her back and without using sound transmission.