It's not fair to blame Wu Er for lacking self-control; a sage's mind cannot be maintained indefinitely, especially when walking with a beautiful woman like Kun Wu.
For a virgin like Wu Er who has never been in a relationship, his mindset is often very unstable in this regard.
The two took a walk together, exchanging a few casual words occasionally.
Wu Er would go to answer the phone after Kun Wu finished speaking.
However, his responses were somewhat incoherent.
Wu Er and Kun Wu walked forward, this time more leisurely, and the two were quite close together. In addition, cultivators' senses are stronger than ordinary people...
It smells so good... Why does this woman smell so good...? No, I feel like my lower abdomen is on fire!
Having lived for hundreds of years and spent a considerable amount of time in the marketplace, Wu Er was quite a shrewd man.
But even such a shrewd person has now lost his composure.
"I...I'm going to break..."
Perhaps unable to hold back any longer, Wu Er inadvertently blurted out what was on his mind.
Kunwu asked with a puzzled look, "What's wrong?"
Just as he finished speaking, a gentle breeze blew by.
And it was this gentle breeze that carried a faint fragrance to Wu Er's nose.
I... can't take it anymore.
This was Wu Er's last thought. Then his vision blurred, and his body fell downwards.
At the same time, a few drops of blood flowed out and fell onto the grass, adding a touch of red to the monotonous green earth.
By the way, this blood is from a nosebleed...
Wu Er faced the sky, blood streaming from his nose, his eyes glazed over, and his cheeks flushed red.
This aroused Kunwu's concern. "What's wrong? Could it be that he has gone mad from practicing qi cultivation?"
Well, to be honest, Wu Er's state could be considered a kind of demonic possession.
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