Cannon fodder love rival of Jackie Chan Aotian

Wu Tang's calculation was very good, after all his junior brother is a man, and he only did this to cure his illness, it's not a betrayal of Yu Ji.

Although he explained himself in this way, he still felt a little guilty when he thought of Yu Ji.

Wen Yanke's eyes were deep, and she stared fixedly at him. Wu Tang felt a little uncomfortable under such a gaze. There seemed to be some demonic power in that gaze, which made him feel that he was a prey shaved and waiting to be slaughtered. Fleeing in seconds.

"Let's talk about it first, I'm just doing this to help you cure..." Wu Tang turned his face away to avoid Wen Yanke's sight, and when the words came to his lips, Wu Tang remembered that his younger brother didn't like what he said, so he stopped talking and changed, "Just to help you, you can do whatever you want, and I will cooperate, but you can't ask too much."

"Alright..." There seemed to be something in Wen Yanke's gaze.

Wu Tang's eyelashes trembled, thinking that even if the request was too much, at most he would just let him take those pills and pretend to be a fox demon to accompany his junior brother for a month.

He also happened to be carrying that elixir, and later he refined the real illusion elixir, so he copied down the wrong elixir formula and named it Gairong elixir, only two elixir were refined in total.

Wu Tang was cruel, and reached into the storage bag to touch his elixir, there were indeed only two elixirs, and he didn't know if it would be enough for this month.

But the next moment, before he and his junior brother could speak, they heard a sound of breaking through the air.

A flying sword crossed the sky and struck towards the inn below them, but at the moment it was about to hit the inn, something soft but tough seemed to block the flying sword and bounced it back .

Wu Tang's expression turned serious, it really wasn't as quiet and peaceful as it looked on the outside.

Wu Tang looked at the direction the sword came from, and saw two monks fighting in the air over there, both of them were at the late Jindan stage.

The face of one of them was still very familiar, Wu Tang squinted his eyes and stared at the two entangled figures flying in the air, and finally recognized the other familiar figure, it turned out that one of them was his elder brother.

Wu Tang was taken aback for a moment, and then he was very surprised. When they first came, the elder brother was still practicing in seclusion, but he didn't expect to come here so soon.

Wu Tang frowned, but his elder brother was usually assigned by his master to do missions, and he thought it would be the same this time, so he let go of his doubts.

He looked at the person who was fighting with his senior brother again, it was a face he didn't know.

Wu Tang knew that his elder brother must have suppressed his cultivation, and it would take only a few minutes to defeat that person, so he didn't worry, instead he sat up straight and watched carefully.

Sure enough, soon the other person was hit by his elder brother's palm, and the whole person spit out a mouthful of blood, and fell to the ground.

Seeing this, Wu Tang planned to go to find his elder brother, but was held back by Wen Yanke who was behind him.

In the past, even if Wen Yanke wanted to pull him, she would always pull his sleeve or wrist. This was the first time that she shook hands like this.

The warm and cool touch made Wu Tang withdraw his hand subconsciously, and ended up holding Wen Yanke's hand in the palm of his hand. He reacted and wanted to withdraw his hand.

But he remembered that he had just agreed to Wen Yanke's request to cooperate with him, so he didn't resist, and was pulled back by Wen Yanke's strength.

Wen Yanke didn't use much force, but Wu Tang's body was stiff, he staggered two steps, and accidentally sat on Wen Yanke's lap.

"Sorry..." Wen Yanke's voice came from behind Wu Tang's ear.

Wu Tang's ears were burning, and he immediately struggled to get up from Wen Yanke's lap.But Wen Yanke seemed to think that he was sitting uncomfortable, so she changed his position and leaned against her arms.

If someone told Wu Tang three days ago that he would sit on a man's lap so shamelessly one day, he wouldn't believe it even if he was killed. At this time, he can only hypnotize himself so that no one here can see him.

His body was stiff, his back was straight and he refused to lean on Wen Yanke's body, his ears were red like pig's liver, he turned his neck and asked, "Why did you pull me?"

But Wen Yanke didn't look unnatural at all, stretched out her arm, and pointed to the person sitting in the teahouse opposite them.

Wu Tang followed Wen Yanke's fingers and looked up, and saw that the person in the teahouse also looked familiar. After thinking for two seconds, Wu Tang remembered that that person was the magic cultivator he had seen at the exit of the secret realm before. leader.

The man's complexion seemed to be naturally pale, and coupled with his black clothes, it seemed that there were only two colors left on his body, black and white, as if pure black thick ink had been splashed on rice paper.

Wu Tang was startled, so he didn't struggle anymore, raised his heart to look at the figure opposite, and saw his senior brother standing on the ground and cast a water-cleaning spell on the sword, put the sword away, and walked towards the door of the teahouse .

Wu Tang held his breath, and after a while, he saw his elder brother on the second floor of the teahouse.

Senior brother went up to the second floor and walked straight towards the table where the demon cultivator was. The sword was placed on the table, and the man sat opposite the demon cultivator.