My little junior sister’s breasts are fierce and super strong

The topic ended abruptly as Gu Zhizhou stopped talking and Luo Heng said nothing.

Wu Lingjun led a few people out of the temple. As they left, the door of the temple closed heavily, and all the gods calmed down again, becoming gray and dull.

"Next, I will send you to the lotus pond to settle down and digest the power given by the godhead." Wu Lingjun turned around and said to them with his hands behind his back.

Then he said emphatically to Jiang Qing Yu: "You are going too. Although you have not inherited the divine nature, my disciple, you have a special constitution. You have inherited half of the abilities of the Moon God, and you can withstand the baptism of the Holy Dew of the Lotus Pond."

"Yes, Master."

When Jiang Qing and Yu nodded, Wu Lingjun showed a gentle smile and said: "Very good, without further ado, let's go. The longer the baptism, the better."

The road to the main god temple is very long. Before that, Wu Lingjun only used a snap of his fingers to send his second senior brother Ya Yin back to the underworld in an instant.

His mission on this trip was to escort the Death God, and he had successfully completed it.

In fact, Yayin didn't have to go through this journey, but Death God Luo didn't want to be with Jiang Qing, Yu Wu Lingjun, just because he had the aura left by Xia Hua, the mother of life.

The temples look close to each other, but the actual distance is comparable to one city to another.

It is said that the reason for this is because someone once said that the gods live thousands of miles apart, and they do not seem to be friendly at all. The population of the gods is sparse, so some gods came up with an idea and set up an array to create temples next to each other. The scene, in fact, the real distance is not short at all. In short, it is all an illusion.

"Which god came up with this idea?" Jiang Qingyu asked curiously.

Wu Lingjun replied: "You know this god."

Jiang Qingyu only thought for a second before asking: "Is it the God of Folding Mirrors who controls the power of space?"

"Xiaoyu is smart and can understand everything at once," Wu Lingjun said with a smile, "It's exactly the folding mirror."

Hearing this name, Zhou Shuning immediately recalled the time they went to Linghua Mirror together, and said with emotion: "The God of Folding Mirror is a humorous person."

Wu Lingjun refused to comment and agreed: "The entire God Realm belongs to him who is idle and idle all day long. He even takes Soaring Snake with him to have fun in the human world. Maybe he should read a book The book is called "How to Practice Humor"."

Gu Zhizhou made a puff, his feet became unsteady, and he almost fell from the cloud. Luo Heng held him up, with a look of anger on his face, and he wiped the beads of sweat on his forehead in fear.

With Luo Heng's support, he looked at Yun under his feet and murmured: "I practice sword-wielding every day, but this is the first time I've experienced Tengyun. I'm scared to death. If I fall down, I won't turn into flesh..."

"It's not like meat." Luo Heng glanced at him coolly. Just when Gu Zhizhou thought he was trying to comfort him, Luo Heng said something like eight degrees below zero: "Your body is protected by tendons and flesh. At most, it will be broken or shattered." Sex, learn about it.”

Zhou Shuning laughed and joked: "I'm pretty good at bone injuries. If you have a comminuted fracture, I'll give you a 20% discount and I'll guarantee that I can fix it for you."

Jiang Qing was delighted, wasn't this the legendary business that came to his door?

I secretly sighed in my heart. As expected, they are all young masters of aristocratic families. They are doing first-hand business. Their business methods are also excellent. People who can make money see everything as business.

Jiang Qingyu couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, feeling very good.

Although the friendship between her and everyone is not that of childhood sweethearts, it is better than the friendship of childhood sweethearts. The word "feeling like old friends at first sight" can perfectly describe their meeting.

Finally arriving at the destination, the majesty of the main god's temple cannot be described in words. Even without the owner, this temple still maintains its solemnity.

The palace was very empty, with almost no furnishings. The wind blew the gauze curtains gently on all sides. Jiang Qing and Yu walked through the main hall and entered the lotus pond in the back hall. There seemed to be a faint fragrance lingering in the air. Jiang Qingyu took a closer breath and couldn't identify what it was, but it smelled very good, and the smell made her feel calm.

She took a closer look and saw a hollow silver incense burner with patterns of flowers, birds and fish not far away. The smell was the incense coming from that place.

Looking at the entire temple, it seems that except for the gauze curtain and this incense burner, there is no other furniture.

Noticing the scrutinizing gaze and doubts in his eyes, Wu Lingjun took up the position of his master and explained his doubts: "Only its owner, the Lord God, is qualified to take care of this temple. This incense burner has probably been around longer than me. It will last longer.”

"No wonder it's so empty here." Jiang Qing was surprised.

When we arrived at the lotus pond, the lotus flowers in the pond were swaying, looking graceful and graceful.

The petals are clear and pink, the stamens are a little golden, and the lotus heart is wrapped in layers. The lotus leaves reach to the sky, and the green leaves lift the receptacle out of the water, which is pleasing to the eye.

The fragrance of a lotus pond is as calming as the incense.

The lotus pond is very big, but from where Jiang Qingyu and the others stand, they can have a panoramic view of the entire lotus pond.

Each of the gods had a futon under them. There was a faint halo around them, and they were integrating the power of the gods. The chaotic steps of Jiang Qing, Yu and others did not wake them up.

Wu Lingjun took two steps forward, broke off a lotus pod from the edge of the lotus pond, peeled off the lotus seeds inside with his well-jointed hands, removed the green lotus clothes and the bitter lotus heart, ate one himself, and gave Jiang Qing a surprise. pellet, and the rest was divided among Luo Heng and the four others.

"This is good stuff. After eating it, go pick a place to study."

As soon as he finished speaking, Gu Zhizhou opened his eyes, covered his Dantian, blushed, and quickly disappeared to meditate in a corner of the lotus pond.

Zhou Shuning, Song Shu, and Luo Heng followed closely behind. Each of them found a place. They saw the auras of several people strengthen and break through the bottleneck one after another. Jiang Qingyu blinked and covered her dantian. She didn't seem to have changed much. It's just that the spiritual power has increased a little.

Wu Lingjun seemed to have anticipated this situation. He broke off a lotus pod from the lotus pond, peeled it and chewed it with gusto.

After getting rid of the lotus pods in his hands, Wu Lingjun took out a handkerchief, wiped his hands and mouth clean, and called out "Qingyu" with a smile.

Jiang Qingyu, who was standing by the lotus pond, heard his master call out his name after a long absence. He thought that there must be something important to explain, so he immediately turned around. Before the words came out, he opened his mouth slightly and used a folding fan. He stood in front of her, and with a slight tap on her, he fell into the cold water uncontrollably.

"Gululu...Gulu..."

The water in the pool was freezing cold. Jiang Qingyu struggled twice. His hands and feet seemed to weigh a thousand pounds and he could not break free at all.

The lotus leaves are dense, layer after layer, and the green color blocks most of the sight, leaving only a palm-sized piece of water surface with ripples, but there is no sound of falling into the water. Only two bubbles pop up, gurgling. After two explosions, calm was restored.

Jiang Qingyu looked up at Wu Lingjun's figure on the water. The corner of his master's mouth was still smiling, and his thin lips moved, as if he was saying to himself, come on.

Immediately afterwards, the lotus leaves seemed to be alive, growing rapidly, covering the only empty space, covering Jiang Qingyu's last glimmer of light.

Under the dark water, Jiang Qingyu gradually gave up her struggle and let the force pull her into the bottom of the pool as if drifting with the current.

The moment before she fell into coma, she was still thinking that there was something in this lotus pond...