Cannon fodder love rival of Jackie Chan Aotian

The more Wu Tang couldn't speak, the more he felt that he was hypocritical, and besides this, there was an unspeakable grievance.

He felt as if he had been cheated, but there was no proof.

It was Wen Yanke who he invited first on his wishful thinking that day. Although the subsequent development was beyond his control, even if he went to Wen Yanke to reason, he was not completely confident.

He didn't sit or lie down for the past two days. Apart from practicing alone in the corner all day, he was looking for Xieyinghua outside.

The cave for the three of them was too suffocating, especially when Wu Tang was silent, and the other two never communicated with each other. The ambiguous and hot atmosphere surged around with faint peeping and observation, making his whole People are wrapped up in groups.

Wu Tang's nerves also seemed to be tense and unconscious due to the hot flashes.

He only felt that he seemed to be falling, but he didn't know where he would fall, and he only felt a faint panic.

He didn't dare to let himself be idle, his nerves stretched into full bowstrings.

If he doesn't leave here, Wu Tang always has the feeling that the bottom line of the unknown has already become increasingly blurred before he realizes it.

Fortunately, Wu Tang questioned the fox day and night, and finally found the whereabouts of Xie Yinghua.

"Where is it?" Wu Tang was sitting in the corner of the cave, his pupils shining brightly, as if a man who had never seen the sun had finally glimpsed a glimmer of hope.

Once he found Xieyinghua, he could finally get out of here.

After these two days of tossing, the fox has visibly lost weight, its fur has lost its luster, and its expression is wan.

"It's in a formation thirty miles away." The fox replied with a qiruoyousi.

"Then let's go now." Wu Tang said this to the other two people in the cave.

This was the first time Wu Tang spoke to them on his own initiative in these two days.

Then Wu Tang turned his head and saw Yu Ji alone in the cave.

Just now, what Wu Tang and the fox said did not avoid him, so he could hear clearly, his eyes flashed, and before he could speak, Wen Yanke walked in from the entrance of the cave.

Wen Yanke was holding a rattan basket in his hand, which contained a few blue-green fruits that were picked just now. It was Wu Tang's favorite fruit, and it grew in places with the strongest spiritual energy. There is only one plant in Zongzhong, which bears fruit once every three years.

Even if Wu Tang wanted to eat it, he had to exchange it for half a year's contribution points obtained from the alchemy of the Zongmen. Even he was reluctant, and would only exchange two for a year.

The basket is not big, and it is full after only a few of them are filled. It is still stained with drops of washed water, and it is green and verdant.

In the past few days, Wen Yanke often didn't know where to find these rare things that Wu Tang liked. At this time, Wu Tang was afraid of confronting Wen Yanke, so she didn't dare to look at him at all, and she refused the previous few times.

Although Wen Yanke often gave gifts to Wu Tang when she was in the sect.But he was taciturn, and most of the time he just left after giving it away, at most he would ask Wu Tang the next time he met if he liked the gift he gave last time.

It has never been like this in the past few days, every time after delivery, I still have to stay around for a while, as if I still want to say something to Wu Tang.

Wu Tang pursed his lips, this was the fourth time, if he didn't accept it, it would appear that he was petty and unreasonable.

After taking one from above, he raised his head and thanked Wen Yanke: "Brother, thank you for your hard work."

Wu Tang's heart beat faster, and his gaze hurriedly passed over Wen Yanke's face, and he moved away before he could see his face clearly.

However, after waiting for a while, Wen Yanke still stood where she was, the corner of her robe was shaken by the wind in front of Wu Tang, and the black-soled brocade-patterned boots on her feet were given by Wu Tang before, and they were stained with a lot of mud at this time. It looked wet and dirty.

If you have time to wash the fruit, why don't you wash the boots too?

Wu Tang's heart skipped a beat, and he raised his head involuntarily.

Wen Yanke was hanging her head, and Wu Tang's eyes met his.

It's just that since that day, it was the first time Wu Tang saw Wen Yanke's eyes, which were as dark as a deep pool, as if they wanted to suck away people's emotions.

The air flows silently, and after a moment——

"I'm sorry, brother, I was too impulsive the day before yesterday..." Wen Yanke knelt down in front of Wu Tang, looked at him at the same level as he was sitting, frowned, and put the small basket in front of Wu Tang, "Can you forgive me, brother?"

"Brother?" Wen Yanke's voice came again, waking Wu Tang who was in a daze.

Wu Tang realized that he was dazed, and quickly regained his composure, feeling extremely annoyed.

He also found that Wen Yanke didn't shy away from Yu Ji who was standing aside when he said this, so he couldn't help being a little flustered and clenched his fists, fearing that Yu Ji would hear it.

"It's not a big deal, I didn't blame you at all."

Wu Tang was afraid that Wen Yanke would say something that shouldn't be said again, so she hurriedly opened her mouth to slur the words.

Wu Tang thought that he was really not angry, but he didn't expect that after saying these words, he would also heave a sigh of relief, as if he had dropped some big rock.

Wen Yanke also smiled slightly when she heard this.

Wu Tang touched Wen Yanke's eyes, and felt even more uncomfortable at this moment, as if being scalded by something, she quickly turned her head, and met Shang Yuji's gaze from the opposite side.

Yu Ji was staring at them quietly for an unknown amount of time, but he had no intention of asking.