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Wu Tang paused for a moment, but still left some leeway: "As long as it's not too much, I will agree to anything I can do."

Wen Yanke took a deep look at him.

"If you haven't thought about it, you can tell me after you think about it." Seeing that Wen Yanke hadn't spoken yet, Wu Tang waited for a while and said again.

Wen Yanke didn't speak.

The big deal Wu Tang said just now that Wen Yanke beat him up was just a casual remark.After all, although his junior brother is cruel, he seems to be treating him well now.

As for other compensations, he would definitely give them.

"I just want to ask my brother a question." Wen Yanke lowered his eyelashes, and the clothes on his body were still a little wrinkled.

"You ask……"

Wu Tang breathed a sigh of relief, he was really afraid that Wen Yanke would give him some problems.But it wasn't a big deal just to answer a question, and there were no secrets about him.

"What is the private relationship between senior brother and Elder Yu?" Wen Yanke said in a low voice.

Wen Yanke sealed his and Wu Tang's memories, and Yu Ji did the same.

They were originally one person, and the main body could only be accommodated in the whip at first, and then half of the consciousness was separated to create a body, which was Wen Yanke.And the remaining part of the consciousness still stuck in the whip is Yu Ji.

Over the years, their memories have been interlinked, and they have long been used to each other, but they didn't expect that the only time they used a forbidden technique to seal the content of his memory was at this time.

The memory of last night was blocked layer by layer by him, and Yu Ji could only notice that Wen Yanke blocked the memory of the night, without knowing the specific content.

Alarm bells rang in Wu Tang's heart. Sure enough, if he guessed correctly, Wen Yanke's words were obviously aimed at Yu Ji.

It was rumored in the dream that Wen Yanke and Yu Ji were old acquaintances, and now it seems that they already know each other, otherwise Wen Yanke would not have paid attention to Yu Ji.

Wu Tang pursed his lips. Since he had already agreed to answer this question, he couldn't tell a lie, and finally said: "I have made an agreement with him to be a Taoist couple."

Wu Tang felt a little sorry for Wen Yanke. What he did was robbing Wen Yanke of his future Taoist partner, but when Yu Ji promised him, he hadn't had that dream yet.

Second, the dream is the future, and it is undecided.

He had that dream, which was a sign given to him in the dark, and there was still time to change everything.

Just like he may not be possessed by demons, Yu Ji may not be with Wen Yanke either.

Wen Yanke's pupils shrank.

Just as Wen Yanke was about to say something, the golden bell on Wu Tang's wrist suddenly rang crisply - it was an early warning that would sound only in case of danger.

Surprised, Wu Tang stood up abruptly, and Wen Yanke's expression also turned cold when she saw this.

"Be careful..." Wen Yanke said.

Wu Tang only nodded, clenched the sword tightly in his hand, and handed Wen Yanke a bottle of elixir.

They have already cultivated a tacit understanding outside, and they only need to look at each other to know what each other means.

The surrounding area was quiet, and nothing unusual could be seen.

Wen Yanke's majestic spiritual consciousness was released and spread to cover the entire surrounding mountains.

"Is there anything unusual?" Wu Tang sent over via voice transmission.

Wen Yanke looked solemn, frowned slightly, and sent back via voice transmission: "It's the demon cultivator..."

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"It's a group of people, climbing up the mountain."

"Do we have a chance of winning?"

Wu Tang's heart skipped a beat, and while asking, she took out two more concealment talismans from the storage bag, and handed one to Wen Yanke.

He has frequently used spiritual energy in Mang Mountain in the past few days, and he has let go of his cultivation, so his cultivation has progressed very quickly, and he will soon touch the threshold of the golden elixir of great perfection.

"Their words have a [-]% chance of winning, but behind..." Wen Yanke paused, "There seems to be other people following behind."

"Can you see who they are, or see their cultivation level?" Wu Tang first made a formula and lit the concealment talisman, and his whole body and breath disappeared from the cave.

"Not yet." Wen Yanke also lit the spell.