"I haven't fallen asleep yet?"

Zhao Wujiang smiled gently, placed the oil lamp on the lamp stand, blew it gently, the light went out, and the room sank into darkness, and the night light was the same.

He climbed onto the bed, got into the bed, and gently hugged the empress.

The empress smiled softly:

"where have you been?"

"Go and draw the talisman." Zhao Wujiang rubbed his hands restlessly on the empress's delicate body, and the touch was soft. He said seriously:

"The night is long, I'll get rid of the curse for you first."

"Now?" The empress was puzzled and looked at Zhao Wujiang in the darkness. She thought slightly and asked seriously:

“What should I do?”

Zhao Wujiang smiled gently, approached the empress's earlobe, and spoke softly:

"Lying apart, spreading your legs."

"You... are you removing the curse?" The empress's pretty face looked rosy, and even if the light in the room was dim, she could feel the charming at this time.

Zhao Wujiang nodded seriously:

"Only you have enough energy to work after eating."

"When you are full, do you still have the energy to work?" The empress was embarrassed and her clothes were loosened by Zhao Wujiang.

A sluggish sound came from the bedding, and the next moment, a bellyband was thrown out.

The night is so beautiful tonight.

So are spring scenery.

The bed curtain sways, and the bed squeaks until dawn.

After having breakfast and early eels, Zhao Wujiang, who had eaten a lot of food, ate Zhao Wujiang, who had eaten a lot of food, slept again.

When I woke up, it was bright and the sun was just right.

Zhao Wujiang also began to officially remove the curse of the clay Buddha for the empress.

And two people were rushing towards Kyoto.

To be precise, they are not strictly people.

One person is the Gu God from Miaojiang.

One person is the snow wolf on the grassland.

In the northwest of Daxia, the northern part of Lanzhou.

Many people saw a dirty wild dog running wildly on the street, holding a piece of cake in their mouths, and behind them were chasing vendors.

When the wild dogs were running, they made vague whine sounds from time to time, as if telling hawkers or people watching operas on the roadside.

No one can understand, no one knows what the wild dog is saying.

No one knows that the wild dog is not a wild dog, but a snow wolf from the grassland royal court, named Xiaobai.

No one knew that this snow wolf crossed the grassland, ran through the barren northwest sand forest, and crossed mountains and rivers for thousands of miles before reaching Lanzhou in Daxia.

No one knows why the snow wolf Xiaobai came.

People along the way only saw the snow-white hair covered with dust and dirt, dirty and sticky, and a pretty big wild dog running wildly.

Xiaobai ran faster and faster, and soon got rid of the person chasing behind him.

It was just crying, telling others that even though it was shining, all the expenses were paid by a young man named Zhao Wujiang.

It felt the breath, and with the oil cake in it, it escaped into the forest. Its steps finally relaxed. It has come to this point, let's have a meal first.

It walked slowly in the forest, and it seemed to be sparsely populated here, and it saw many dilapidated temples.

Xiaobai heard the sound of chanting scriptures and the breath of incense, and it sniffed again, as if there was Zhao Wujiang's breath?

It widened its eyes. Could it be that Zhao Wujiang is here?

It whined excitedly, and the cake in its mouth almost fell to the ground. It quickly caught it and sniffed the breath forward.

Soon, it stopped in front of a temple. At the entrance of the temple, an old monk wearing an old casketball and a sad face stood. The plaque on the head of the old monk said three big words "Lanruo Temple".

Could this bald man want to beg for alms with me? I am a wolf... The snow wolf's white and gray-black eyes widened, looking at the old monk, biting the oil cake tightly in his mouth.

"Amitabha." The old monk clasped his hands together, bowed slightly to Xiaobai, and sighed:

"All things have spirits."

A round sandalwood Buddhist bead slid out from the old monk's wide sleeves and rolled towards the snow wolf Xiaobai, rolled over the muddy land and the messy weeds, and rolled to Xiaobai's feet.

"Aowuwu (bare, your thing fell off)." Xiaobai whined vaguely and used his claws to slash Buddhist beads.
Chapter completed!