Breaking through Thunderbolt with martial arts

Chapter 902 Extra Story: The Changed Furong Caster
At the foot of Qinggen Mountain.

A beautiful figure with white hair and white robe lay faceless on the bluestone with her legs crossed, holding a book with pictures and pictures on the cover, reading with gusto.

"Oh, Lanling Buxiehua's new book is really good!"

Turning over the last page, Furong Zhuke closed the book contentedly, and there were a few large characters on the cover——Cross-dressing Goddess!
After putting down the book, Furong Zhuke suddenly had nothing to do.

Holding a branch in her hand, she knocked on the stone below her from time to time, "Damn Yuan Wuji, why haven't you come to see me for a long time, it's so bullying to be an aunt!"

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, the strength in Furong Zhuke's hands tightened a bit, and the branches and leaves that were pulled out fell all over the ground.

"Who made my Ling'er angry?"

At this moment, a playful voice suddenly came from behind,

Furong Zhuke suddenly jumped up, turned around in surprise, and was about to pounce on Yuan Wuji, but soon thought of something, the joy on his face disappeared for a moment, instead he snorted coldly and said sneeringly: "Yo, do you still remember me?" Huh? I thought you only remembered your new love!"

"What? Jealous?"

In a flash, Yuan Wuji appeared directly behind Furong Zhuke, and hugged Furong Zhuke from behind.

Warm and soft in the arms, fragrant.

And Furong Zhuke also felt the hard chest behind him, and couldn't help feeling weak all over.

Thinking of the plot in the book just now, Furong Zhuke blushed for a moment.

At this time, Yuan Wuji also saw the book that fell on the bluestone.

Immediately, his face darkened, "I said, if I see you reading this kind of book again, I will teach you a lesson. Tell me, how do you want to solve it?"

"do not do it!"

Furong Zhuke turned around and rubbed her head in Yuan Wuji's arms, with a flattering expression on her face, the arrogance just now was long gone.

"Dress up!"

Yuan Wuji glanced at the cover of the book, his eyes could not help flickering slightly, looking at Furong Zhuke in his arms, a mysterious smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Huh? Why?"

Furong Zhuke looked up suspiciously, saw the weird smile on Yuan Wuji's face, felt something bad, at the same time reached out to put away the book behind him, pouted and said: "You said you don't want to be angry anymore, and you still want to How about it?"

"Since you like cross-dressing so much, then..."

Yuan Wuji lowered his head and whispered a few words in Furong Zhuke's ear.

Furong Zhuke's face flushed red, but there was a bit of eagerness in his expression.

Especially since she had just read this type of novel, she somehow had a hidden desire in her heart.

A desire to break free.

Among all the women in Yuan Wuji, Furong Zhuke has a weird personality, and belongs to the category that can play with everything and can unlock more poses.

Far from being comparable to conservative people like Man Li and Hong Chenxue.

"You are so bad!"

Furong Zhuke lightly beat Yuan Wuji's chest a few times, but Qun Ding didn't refuse, and quickly turned around and ran back into the room.

Not long after, the door of the house opened again, and the people who appeared were completely different from before in terms of clothes and demeanor.

She was wearing a dark blue maiden robe with a white border, and the dark blue gauze on the surface was also embroidered with leaf patterns, her hair was black, and a crescent moon was curled up.

Its appearance and clothes are exactly the same as the ancestor of Furong Zhuke, who was once the witch Xiling Lixiao of the Guangming Shrine in Xuanzhou, the Eastern Emperor.

Furong Zhuke blinked at Yuan Wuji, then his sleeves fluttered and he started a sacrificial dance.

The same face, but with different clothes, at this moment, Furong Zhuke, who has escaped, really has a trace of holiness and inviolability.

but,
As the dance drew to a close, Furong Zhuke circled Yuan Wuji's side with her long skirt, twisting her waist and swinging her wrists constantly.

There was a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.

It seems gentle, more provocative.

"how is everything!"

Furong Zhuke leaned back, fell into Yuan Wuji's arms, and asked softly.

"so gorgeous!"

Yuan Wuji lightly scratched Furong Zhuke's nose, and said with a smile.

"Is that my beauty or..."

As soon as the word "ancestor" was about to be said, Furong Zhuke suddenly stopped, his face turned red instantly, and he even spat in his heart: Yulinling, Yulinling, what are you thinking about?
"what!"

Yuan Wuji chuckled, and kissed Furong Zhuke's pure white forehead, "Of course my Ling'er is more beautiful."

Yuan Wuji's hand penetrated into the wide witch's robe wantonly, ravaged, ravaged.

"Um……"

Furong Zhuke snorted softly, cast a blank look at Yuan Wuji, and said in a low voice, "A duplicity man!"

"I can't wait any longer, let my husband reward you for your hard work today!"

Yuan Wuji flipped his hands suddenly, and pressed Furong Zhuke on the bluestone.

After a moment.

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[Fellow Daoists in the group suddenly told me about the self-explosion of some people in Perak today, and then interesting wb read the content and understood the whole story.So many fellow daoists like Thunderbolt and puppet shows, but they do this kind of thing, it really hurts fellow daoists, shame on intersex people.

well!Now I can only wait for a clear answer from Thunderbolt, and I will not mention the others for the time being, let's see the result! 】

(End of this chapter)