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Jiang Luo smiled softly and said, "Yeah! Your skills are pretty good, why should I dislike that?"

As soon as these words came out, even Jiang Luo himself was stunned, let alone Fan Wujiu.

Fan Wujiu subconsciously took a step back. He looked at Jiang Luo in disbelief and asked, "Were you... talking just now? No... Were you talking just now?"

Jiang Luo thought, is it really that shocking?

But come to think of it, he never thought there was anything good about sex before. It was indeed exciting and it did make people's blood boil, but he had never been addicted to it.

Moreover, sex is something that controls the body, otherwise gods would not be able to overcome the calamity of physical desire.

But now he suddenly found a different understanding of sex. Perhaps to overcome physical desire, what he needs to do is not to restrain physical desire, but to find the truly important things in physical desire.

In the past, he always thought that desire was a bad thing, but if it was a bad thing, why would the heaven allow it to exist all the time?

Desire means new life and is essential to all intimate relationships.

The love between him and Huo Yancheng led to lust, while the love between him and Fan Wujiu led to lust.

Jiang Luo was sure that he had not fallen into physical desire, but he did not reject it and even felt that he could enjoy it.

He pinched Fan Wujiu's chin, smiled softly and asked, "Why? Do you think I am no longer the simple and clean Jiang Luo? Or have I overturned the reserved and noble Jing Lin in your mind? Lu Qing, what you like is the shadow of a person, or the whole person? Or a brand new me?"

As he said this, he slid down gently and held the breath that belonged only to him in his mouth.

If reincarnation is an endless sea of ​​suffering, desire is the small boats on this sea of ​​suffering.

Although a small boat drifts with the current, it can give people crossing the sea a moment of peace. Although it can be destroyed by wind and waves at any time, it can also rise and fall with the wind and waves, giving people a sense of security before sinking.

Things that he used to hate and stay away from were now in his hands.

Fan Wujiu came back to his senses from his initial shock and felt that he was wrapped in the most gentle thing in the world, as if he was falling into a gentle land, bathing in the morning sun, or sleeping in a sea of ​​flowers.

Fan Wujiu's breathing was a little disordered. He asked, "Why... why?"

Jiang Luo looked up at him, with a bit of lust in her expression, and replied with a smile: "Don't ask me why, tell me first whether you like it or not?"

Fan Wujiu thought, do you like it? Can you please remove the word "ma"?

He not only likes it, he simply loves it.

He liked the abstinent and noble Jing Lin in the past, but now he likes the charming and affectionate little Jiang Luo even more.

They are obviously the same person, so why do Jinglin and Jiang Luo seem like two different people?

No, it's not like we are two different people, Jinglin, you were obviously pretending back then, you obviously liked me, you liked the way I treated you, and you liked my extreme tenderness even more.

It's just that the burden in your heart is too heavy. You have national hatred and family feuds, and you also have greater justice in your heart. You are carrying too many things, so you can't let yourself indulge even a little bit.

In this life, has he finally let go of everything?

Fan Wujiu wanted to ask him, but he couldn't ask anything at this moment, because the young man in front of him was so charming that he just wanted to grab more sweetness from him.

After a restful night, Jiang Luo fell into a deep sleep in Fan Wujiu's arms. His cheeks were rosy, his breathing was even, and his warm body was soft, as if he had let down all his guard.

Fan Wujiu did not sleep all night. He just looked at Jiang Luo, the person he had been thinking about in both of his previous lives.

He did have a secret in his heart, a big secret, but he couldn't tell it.

In fact, he was already very satisfied. He thought that he would never have the chance to get along with Jiang Luo again. At least, they would dislike each other if they met again. The best ending was that he forced him to endure it like in his previous life.

But he had just done that thing for himself, the thing he had always wanted to do but had never done before.

He thought that it was a humiliation and abuse, and that his lofty dignity was being trampled on the ground.

But he seemed to be wrong. Although he didn't necessarily like it very much, his performance just now clearly showed that he didn't hate it.

It was hard for him to imagine that someone so high and mighty could actually do this for him.

He should be happy, but his heart was in pain, because the more he missed the place, the more reluctant he would be to leave, but he had to leave.

As early as when he cut himself in half, he knew that he would have to leave, and the other half of himself was the only thing that could be left for him.

If he likes it, keep it and use it. If he doesn't like it, you can just let him die.

If his life is not extended, he will die naturally when his life span reaches its end.

Fan Wujiu looked at Jiang Luo. He had fair skin, red lips, white teeth, and a back as smooth as silk.

That night, he sneaked in countless times with no idea of ​​how much he wanted.

He said he wanted to check Sitong, but Sitong had been infiltrated by him like a sieve, so what was there to check?

There is still half a year left before that thing awakens, and that will be his only chance to kill him.

At this time, the sunlight slowly shone in through the curtains and sprinkled on Jiang Luo's eyebrows. His eyelashes trembled and he slowly opened his bright eyes.

Fan Wujiu immediately pretended that he was still asleep. He only felt that the person next to him turned over, yawned lightly, and wrapped his legs around his waist.

Fan Wujiu: ...

This... guy!

It's not good to wake up in the morning. Every part of your body is sensitive. What's more, he is still in the catastrophe of physical desire. How can he possibly hold back?

So, taking advantage of the situation, Jiang Luo, who was in a daze, had another meaty breakfast.

Fortunately, it didn’t last very long, otherwise I would have missed the chance to reunite with Yuan Haokun and the others.

However, after what happened last night, Jiang Luo suddenly reflected on himself. He felt that he had been led by Fan Wujiu, and that everything he had found out had been found out by him before.

Perhaps, he should choose another direction, but the current clues seemed like a fog, making him not know which direction to look.

Just when he was at a loss, a flash of inspiration suddenly came to Jiang Luo's mind.

In the front hall of the Far North Temple, he had obtained a memory before the divination of the stars. It was a passage that Tian Dao said to Lu Qing.

Tiandao said that the little ghost emperor he had chosen was about to begin his tribulations, so he asked him to take care of him.

In other words, Heaven is the instigator of this incident.

Perhaps, by finding the Heavenly Dao, he would be able to figure out the whole story of this matter.

But that is the way of heaven, where should we look for it?

Seeing Jiang Luo in a daze, Yuan Haokun in the driver's seat called out to him, "Boss? What are you thinking about?"

Jiang Luo came back to his senses, shook his head and said, "Nothing, let's go to Nanlin Temple first!"

Nanlin Temple is not far from S City, and M City is separated from S City by only a highway.

It’s just that Nanlin Temple is located in the mountainous area of ​​City M. As the name Bodhidharma Mountain suggests, it is named after a person. He is the founder of Chinese Zen Buddhism, so Nanlin Temple is now also a holy place of Chinese Buddhism.

The group drove to Mount Damo and found that there was an endless stream of pilgrims here. Compared with it, the dilapidated Taoist temple was like heaven on earth.

Jiang Luo sighed: "There are luxury cars parked in front of the temple. Is this a wealthy temple?"

Xiao Shuai said: "It seems that everyone is serving the rich, including Nanlin Temple. It's not an exaggeration to say that it is a wealthy temple! After all, in the Tang Dynasty, many temples served the royal family."

Jiang Luo nodded and thought: "I think... if we just go in like this, they will definitely ignore us. Why don't we... make a slight change?"

Yuan Haokun understood what he said, snapped his fingers, and said, "Understood, follow me!"

As a former rich and powerful man who had played with a bunch of bad friends abroad for many years and had pretended to be cool for many years, Yuan Haokun certainly knew how to show off.

So, two hours later, a convoy slowly drove into the winding mountain road of Mount Damo.

The leading car was an extended business car, estimated to be worth eight figures, followed by a group of black convertibles filled with bodyguards in white uniforms.

Since Jiang Luo was famous, he disguised himself slightly and did not use his real name, but instead gave himself the name Huo Yanlin.