I ran away after slag Xianzun

Wu Wang stood still, as if waiting to see how he could act like a demon again.

Jiang Meiqing smiled slightly, a sly look flashed across her eyes.

Wu Wang suddenly felt the hand clasped around his waist, grabbing him tightly.

The next moment, Jiang Meiqing suddenly embraced him and leaned back.

Below is a deep valley, at a glance, it is surrounded by thick fog, and it is impossible to see the bottom, and the coldness makes people tremble for no reason.

But as if he was not afraid, he hugged his waist and continued to lean back. From an innocent angle, he could see the line of his white neck, which was slender and slender.

Wuwang looked at him unmoved, his eyes were cold and searched.

He didn't know this person at all.

"Xianzun, be careful."

He suddenly hooked his lips into a smile, and the corners of Wu Wang's eyes twitched, feeling a bad premonition.

Sure enough, at the next moment, a feeling of paralysis suddenly jumped from the spine to the top of the head, as if it was about to overturn the top of the sky, and the whole body was crisp.

He was relying on spiritual power to maintain a sitting position that was as loose as a slack, but when he touched him at this moment, all his composure suddenly cracked.

Wu Wang suddenly lost his strength, and the two fell down suddenly, throwing themselves into the embrace of the abyss.

"Are you crazy?" Wu Wang asked coldly.

There was a gust of wind whistling beside his ears, and in the dense fog, Wu Wang could only see a decisive and seductive smile on his fair face.

"Didn't I remind Xianzun?"

Jiang Meiqing's voice was blown by the wind and scattered intermittently. He could hear it clearly, but he could understand the smile on his face.

The hand he was holding onto the clothes on Wu Wang's waist suddenly let go.

Wu Wang froze for a moment.

Just for a while, the dense fog covered him, and his figure could not be seen in an instant.

Wu Wang felt his heart beating for a moment, and suddenly circulated his spiritual power, rushing straight down.

In the deep valley, the cliffs on both sides are as deep as ten thousand ren, and the black black stone reflects a slightly cold light, which is daunting.

The lower you go, the closer to the bottom of the valley, the lower the temperature.

Thick clouds cover the top, and all birds and beasts below are extinct. In the desolation, there is a ghostly atmosphere.

With a twitch from the corner of Wu Wang's eyes, he caught a glimpse of a faint light and shadow.

With anger in his eyes, he swooped over and grabbed the man's waist, completely ignoring his exclamation, tapped his toes on the side of the cliff, and raised his sword.

After a while, the two returned to the flat ground just now.

Wu Wang took a breath, his usually cold and handsome face suppressed the suppressed anger, and the hand clasping his waist increased his strength, like iron sand palms, making Jiang Meiqing frown slightly.

"Xianzun, you hurt me—"

His voice was soft and delicate, like a cloud sleeve wrapped around the hardest and coldest ice, ambiguous.

Wu Wang withdrew his hand suddenly, as if he had touched something hot, and most of his anger dissipated immediately.

The voice was still stiff, "Do you want to court death?"

Jiang Meiqing spread her hands and said innocently, "I don't."

He just wanted to try to see if he could force out the hidden spiritual power in his body through this desperate method, so as to unblock the blocked spiritual sea.

Thinking of this, he hooked the corners of his mouth, "Isn't there an immortal you here? Could it be that the immortal will watch me fall to the bottom? Is the immortal such a ruthless person?"

Self-confident and fearless, pampered with arrogance, domineering and dependent on pets...

Jiang Meiqing knew very well that she was on the verge of death and was frantically probing.

Wu Wang was confused by him for a moment, he was not good at quick arguments, and he was especially clumsy in front of his eloquent teeth.

He was silent for a while, as if thinking of something.

"You want to open the psychic sea?"

Jiang Meiqing: ...

Do you want to be so human?

He unconsciously put his hands on his abdomen, "If the spiritual sea is blocked, you will not be able to cultivate in this life. How can you cultivate if you don't get through?"

Speechless for a moment.

When he first entered the secret realm, he thought he was lazy in cultivation and opportunistic, but since he wanted to practice, why didn't he practice before and didn't think of it until now?

He lowered his eyelids, unable to see the expression, and said calmly: "The spiritual sea is blocked, it is not impossible to get through, but this method is too risky."

Jiang Meiqing raised her eyebrows, and suddenly approached and asked: "As far as I know, there is a method of double cultivation that can open up the spiritual sea. I wonder if the immortal can condescend?"

As soon as he said this, Wu Wang's face changed drastically.

"roll!"

Sure enough, you can't be a little soft on this person, give him a little color, and he can open a dyeing workshop on the street.

Jiang Meiqing smiled, took a few steps back in a calm manner, and said slowly: "I don't know people's difficulties, don't judge people's right and wrong. How can a monk like Xianzun who is close to ascending ascension understand people like us who have no spiritual power at all?"

Wu Wang's cold eyes brushed past him like knives, without saying a word.

The two opened a little distance and sat silently.

The sun sinks and the night rises.

Now this secret realm has not disappeared for a long time, they can only wait, there is no other way.

Jiang Meiqing lazily walked up to the dragon elephant, pulled out one of its thick and short legs, used it as a pillow, and leaned against him to rest with his eyes closed.

Long Xiang was sleeping soundly, he moved it, muttered, and continued to sleep.

One person and one monster, nestled in one place, looking a little heartless.

Wu Wang closed his eyes and adjusted his breath for a long time before slowly opening them.

Looking sideways, I realized that he hadn't come to trouble him for so long, and it turned out that he fell asleep relying on that stupid thing.

Suddenly, he remembered how he fell asleep on his lap last night.

Wu Wang had never seen anyone like him.

The precepts and rules in Muyun Sect have always been strict, and the upper and lower disciples are all well-behaved, and no one has ever exceeded their limits.

Even disciples from the outside world have never seen such a loose and casual person like him.

She's squeamish, hypocritical, and... full of flaws.

But what did it matter to him?

Wuwang remained silent for a moment, then continued to adjust his breath, suppressing the restlessness in his heart.

There was a strange person over there, as if they had moved again.

The corner of his eye flashed unconsciously.

His eyes froze suddenly.

I saw the dragon elephant turned over and wrapped the man in his arms, with two fat paws still resting on his arms!

He seemed to be a little cold, and curled himself up into one piece, getting closer to the warm fluff of the dragon elephant's belly.

Wu Wang: ...

The hand by his side moved, clenched, and then let it go.

After a while, he stood up hesitantly, took two steps, and finally pulled the man out of the dragon elephant's arms.

Jiang Meiqing was sleeping soundly, but was dragged out suddenly, and the cold wind blew past him, so cold that he woke up immediately.

He was sleepy.

"Xianzun, what are you doing?"

Wu Wang paused, before he could move, Jiang Meiqing had already moved towards him along the heat source of his body, resting his head on his lap, wrapping his wrist around his waist, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

The man's body froze, but he didn't move.

After a while, he quietly sat down cross-legged on the spot and let him circle around.