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"What does the God mean? If I remember correctly, didn't the God want to drive me out of the lonely land and distance himself from me?" Qingxuan's mind remained calm, and he spoke lightly with his thin lips, without any fluctuation.

Don't let her get close?

She insisted on forcing it.

Yan Zhu's red lips moved closer, and she exhaled a faint orchid-like breath. As her lips opened and closed, the veins on Qing Xuan's forehead became more and more obvious.

"Didn't you notice?"

Yan Zhu waved her sleeves around the man's neck, resting her head on his broad right shoulder. She lowered her voice so that only the two of them could hear clearly: "The sound transmission here is blocked."

"If not, do you think I want to touch you?"

Yanzhu spoke with disdain.

Facing Yan Zhu's counter-accusation, the man remained silent for a long while before blurting out a few words: "God, please watch your words."

Yan Zhu raised an eyebrow: "Which word is wrong?"

Seeing that the man no longer paid attention to her, Yan Zhu felt naughty and hooked her little finger on Qingxuan's collar. The next second, her hand was suddenly held down by a big, hot hand.

"Stop it." Qingxuan looked patient, even more so than before, and it was obviously not because of Yanzhu's frivolous behavior.

"Do the whole show,"

Yan Zhu didn't notice anything unusual about the man, and was still trying to figure out a way out: "Besides, you've entered this situation with your own body, haven't you thought about a way out?"

Qingxuan still didn't open his eyes, and silently chanted the Heart Purification Mantra in his heart, "There was a way out, but you interrupted it. You are the only variable in the whole situation."

Variable/Yanzhu: “?”

Qingxuan asked, "Where is Yanfan?"

"Hei Ling is watching, he can't escape."

Yan Zhu's tone was not good, "I saved you with good intentions, how did it become a variable?"

Qingxuan's face tensed, and he spoke unnaturally, "Before you came, he just wanted to refine my spiritual spring, and I had ways to deal with it, but after you came, he changed his tactics."

Yan Zhu whispered in the man's ear: "So what's going on now?"

Qingxuan said with an unsteady breath, "Act with me...act as a trapped beast, and draw out Yanfan's accomplice."

What? Accomplice? Yan Fan has an accomplice?

Before Yan Zhu could ask, she smelled a fragrance that didn't belong to either of them. She sniffed and asked, "What is it?"

Qingxuan suddenly opened his eyes, and covered the woman's soft lips with his big hands, covering her mouth and nose. He looked at Yanzhu, as if he couldn't speak: "Yilan fragrance... can you smell it?"

"What for? I can smell it."

Yanzhu met the man's restrained and burning gaze and narrowed her eyes. Something was wrong.

The man's eyes were bloodshot, like a wild beast. Qingxuan had never seen him like this before. He was very dangerous.

After a while, the man panted, his face very ugly, "... aphrodisiac."

"But logically speaking, the fragrance of ylang-ylang can only be exerted with the help of spiritual power. You are a turbid cultivator, how can you smell it?"

As he spoke, Qingxuan's voice gradually became hoarse and low. The skin of theirs that touched was extremely hot. Yanzhu felt a little uncomfortable, so she frowned and broke free from the man's big hand, and at the same time pushed the man away with force, causing the latter to stagger.

She raised her eyebrows, but it didn't take much effort, right?

Yan Zhu looked up in surprise, only to see that the corners of Qingxuan's eyes were frighteningly red, with bloodshot eyes. His suppressed and enduring expression was mixed with deep affection and confusion, and his lust was completely exposed for a moment.

"Sorry, this is the effect of the ylang-ylang incense." The man put his hand on his throbbing forehead and chose to turn his back to Yan Zhu.

Yan Zhu said nothing, but there was a hint of caution in her eyes.

I don't know if he was acting or really on guard.

The air around was filled with a strange fragrance and the temperature was rising step by step.

It had never been like this before. Even if she teased him in every way, the man would endure it and restrain himself.

Yan Zhu narrowed her eyes, and when the man reached out his hand, she suddenly took a big step back.

Qingxuan shifted his gaze from his empty hand to the distance between them, and with difficulty, he let out a short, low laugh, unable to conceal his restrained patience. "Why, even the God is afraid sometimes?"

The man's voice ended with a tremor.

"Don't worry, Yilan County is stimulating the restlessness of the spiritual spring. You are a turbid cultivator and will not be affected by the Yilan fragrance. If I behave inappropriately later, please do not let your men stay."

"You don't need to remind me."

Although she would not be affected by the fragrance of ylang-ylang, Yanzhu pinched her nose cautiously and moved further away from Qingxuan. She knocked on the furnace wall looking for a way out while acting and urging the man.

"Think about how we can get out."

As soon as she finished speaking, there was a noise behind Yan Zhu. The woman frowned and turned around. The flushed face rushed towards her, and then the whole body fell down. The woman was instantly covered by the black shadow.

Yanzhu was careless and was pressed heavily to the ground by the man before she could react. When the back of her head hit the ground, Qingxuan reached out to protect it, and she escaped the fate of having stars in her eyes.

"Qingxuan, calm down! Let me go!" The woman shouted at the top of her lungs, as if she was frightened.

She thought that bad company breeds bad people, and now she is good at acting.

In fact, the woman suppressed her breath and asked, "Are you acting when you go crazy?"

The man said nothing, but his hot breath fell on Yanzhu's neck. The latter suddenly felt annoyed and was about to raise his hand to hit him, but he heard the man's low and unbearable explanation in his ears, which was ambiguous and thick.

"Give me some time, this ylang-ylang fragrance is too overbearing."

Qingxuan paused and continued, "It was an act. Someone came outside, and you asked Hei Ling and Wu Jiu to pretend that they were not guarding properly, so that person could succeed."

It was clearly a serious discussion strategy, but combined with the restraint in the man's eyes and eyebrows, his low and hoarse voice was mingled with an inexplicable desire.

"What if Yan Fan runs away?" Yan Zhu asked.

A fierce look flashed in Qingxuan's eyes: "The monk may escape, but the temple cannot."

Seeing Qingxuan's sanity gradually disappearing, the two of them became more entangled. Yanzhu looked at the man with a warning look. The latter forced himself to regain some of his sanity. He raised his arms and lightly pressed on the woman. He lowered his eyes and said, "Sorry, hold on a little longer."

Seeing this, Yan Zhu took some time to contact Wu Jiu and Hei Ling: Let him save her.

Outside the furnace, Hei Ling fought with the masked man in white robe for three or four rounds and rescued Yan Fan.

Yan Fan said viciously, "The two of you can't resist the thousand-fold Yilan fragrance, otherwise you will die. Besides, the purple furnace can't be opened from the inside!"

The masked man in white robe nodded, and before leaving, he glanced at the medicine furnace.

Yan Zhu was also distractedly paying attention to the outside world. The two gazes, which were not in the same space, collided inexplicably. The woman's heart skipped a beat. The other party's strength should not be underestimated.

Yan Zhu put a little more strength into her hands that were supporting the man's chest: "The audience has left, so you don't have to act anymore."

Unexpectedly, the man buried his head in her neck and let her push him without moving.

Yan Zhu narrowed her eyes and pushed the man away with a strong force, her tone overbearing and unreasonable: "I am the only one who takes advantage of others, how can you take advantage of me?"

As a result, the man allowed the woman to push him to the other side. Yan Zhu then discovered that his eyes were closed tightly, his neck was soaked in water, and beads of sweat the size of beans on his forehead flowed down his chin into his collar, or fell directly to the ground.

Wujiu transmitted the message: Master, Qingxuan has closed his five senses and spiritual consciousness. You need to come out as soon as possible and stay away from Yilanxiang. His condition will heal on its own, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous.

Yanzhu knew that the problem was that this bastard didn't tell her how to get out before locking her up.

Wu Jiu transmitted a message: "What if it was the master? The master would definitely use brute force to blow up the furnace to break the impasse, but what if Qing Xuan kept the medicine furnace?

Yan Zhu rolled her eyes and helped the man up, cursing in her heart: "You don't discuss anything with others. You are so capable, so powerful, and have superb magic!"

Yan Zhu was furious and didn't care about the medicine furnace at all. He just raised his hand and made a gesture, blowing the medicine furnace into pieces. Then the two of them went back outside.

With fresh air, Qingxuan, who was hanging on Yanzhu, finally found some clarity. His five senses gradually recovered. With half-closed eyes, he said weakly, "The God is extremely powerful and can make his own decisions on any matter. Qingxuan supports him."

Yan Zhu glanced at Wu Jiu, then squinted at the man sitting in a chair meditating and regulating his breathing: "You weren't unconscious just now?"

Qingxuan nodded, and just as the woman was about to explode, he soothed her, "She can't move her body, she can only hear the outside world."

Hearing this, Yan Zhu said "Oh", remembering the strength of the man pressing on her. If it was an emergency and she couldn't move, it could be barely forgiven.

Moreover, the man seemed to have anticipated that he would explode the powder furnace.

Qingxuan's words sounded affectionate at first glance, but if you think about it carefully, it was all under the other party's control.

Including her action with the powder furnace.

Qingxuan finished regulating his breathing, flipped his palm and collected the debris on the ground into the space, then stood up and said: "Let's go and see who is behind this."

Yan Zhu frowned: "Everyone has run away."

Where to chase?

Unexpectedly, Qingxuan smiled, looking slightly weak, and said, "I put the yarrow bead on Yanfan. No matter how far away he is, I can find him."

Yan Zhu narrowed her eyes, then closed the distance between them, her beautiful eyes lively: "So you had this planned all along."

Qingxuan coughed and his face began to turn red. The man suddenly turned his face away: "The effect of Yilanxiang hasn't dissipated yet, God, please don't get too close."

Yan Zhu adhered to the principle of "he retreats and she advances". Seeing this, she pushed the man down on the chair, and her hands slid across his chest, all the way to his exposed neck. Her eyes fell on a certain place below, and then slowly moved up to the man's flushed face.

"The fragrance of the ylang-ylang is indeed strong, and the Divine Lord's body has become much weaker."

After he finished speaking, a hint of darkness flashed across Qingxuan's eyes. Although it was fleeting, it was still caught by Yanzhu.

Yan Zhu: I wonder how long you can keep pretending? Are you going to join the game yourself? Then you'll have to act the whole game.

The man seemed to compromise, his tone helpless: "Stop making trouble, chasing people is more important. Doesn't the God want to know who is behind Qi Yanfan?"

"lead the way."

Yan Zhu withdrew her hand and was about to walk out when the man grabbed her wrist.

Qingxuan: "The Wujiu CD is too conspicuous, it would be more convenient for me to hold your hand."

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A stick of incense later, in a paradise on earth, Qingxuan leaned against the tree, and Yanzhu hid under the tree canopy.

The two of them acted stealthily.

Yanzhu conveyed the message: Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, leisurely seeing the southern mountains, I didn’t expect that there was an elegant person behind the scenes.

Qingxuan said nothing, but his expression became more solemn as he got closer to this place.

Yanzhu: Do you know where this is?

Qingxuan: The place where the God Wuwang resides.

The woman's eyes moved, and she was very surprised.

In that era when ascension was difficult, Wuwang single-handedly led five people to ascend to godhood? He was actually the one behind the scenes? The one who orchestrated the Baihua Case, driving the Jingyuan Ghost and the Nine-Tailed Fox to commit murder in broad daylight, causing chaos in the Netherworld?

The God Wuwang holds a very high position in the divine world. Although his belief in the human world is not as high as it was hundreds of years ago, he still has many believers. If he is behind this, the divine world will be in great trouble.

No wonder Qingxuan’s face was as dark as a cloud covering a city, so black that water could drip out of it.

Yan Zhu was just thinking about the connection when he heard Qing Xuan's voice transmission: It is very likely that the God Wuwang is related to the strange things happening in Lingquan, but the God has been traveling all year round, and it is not ruled out that someone deliberately framed him.

As soon as he finished speaking, the yarrow bead returned to its place, and Qingxuan's expression suddenly darkened.

They were exposed.

Qingxuan raised his voice slightly: "He has discovered it. It is not advisable to stay here for long."

"But Yanfan is still in his hands."

Yanzhu was unwilling to see the clue she had obtained with great difficulty fall through.