After all, Wu Hua is Wu Hua. Luo Feiyu thought he had concealed his weakness well, but he hit the nail on the head with just one sentence.

Yes, the reason why Luo Feiyu went through so much trouble was because he didn't dare to follow him seriously.

Girls, of course, attach great importance to chastity. Wuhua thought so, and followed Luo Feiyu's chin with his fingertips, teasing and warning at the same time.

It was just unfortunate that he accidentally touched something between Luo Feiyu's throat... something that shouldn't have been there.

Wuhua looked suspiciously at the smooth and smooth neck under his finger, and his face changed slightly: "You..."

Luo Feiyu's heart skipped a beat and he was about to speak when Wu Hua was slightly startled and immediately tore off the clothes on his chest, frowning and touching them.

Wuhua: "..." This is some kind of unheard-of disguise technique. It looks like waves, but when you touch it, you realize that it is actually smooth.

Luo Feiyu: "..." Damn this little monk who doesn't abide by the rules! He did the breast attack so smoothly!

"...Beasts! Hooligans! Disciples!"

Wuhua smiled instead of being angry, lifted up the hem of his skirt, and then saw a... mosaic.

【illustrate.】

[Accounts that log in for the first time enjoy [Special Protection], knights can enjoy and cherish it. 】

"..." Luo Feiyu wanted to die in shame and anger.

Are you such a protective person... Mosaic making is even more embarrassing, isn't it?

Wuhua was silent for a long time, then asked complicatedly: "Are you... a man?"

At this moment, Luo Feiyu had let himself go a little bit, breaking the can, raising his eyes with contempt and stubbornness and mockingly said: "Huh, what? Can't men do that?"

Afraid! Afraid of the big chirping girl!!

Come on! Let’s hurt each other!!

"Is it disgusting? Is it exciting? Is it disgusting? The world collapses——"

"interesting."

"..." Luo Feiyu choked on a mouthful of old blood.

How interesting is your sister!

He was so angry that his whole body was trembling, and he sneered: "The young monk has been cultivating for many years, but he doesn't know what a man should do. By the way, you are not as good as the weak crown. I'm afraid you haven't even heard of Longyang's Eighteen Styles?"

Wuhua narrowed his eyes: "It seems that you understand me very well?"

Luo Feiyu snorted, his face turned cold, he made a few symbolic movements and said fiercely: "Have you seen enough? Cover it with me!"

Wu Hua remained unmoved, wondering what was going on in his mind.

Luo Feiyu then continued to provoke and threaten: "If you have the courage, you will——"

The cold blade touched Xiao Feiyu, and his voice stopped abruptly.

Wuhua asked in a very gentle tone: "How about that?"

"..." Luo Feiyu's smile did not change at all, and he blurted out his words instantly: "Just, let me go."

Wuhua chuckled, his expression looked like a polite scumbag.

"Antidote."

Luo Feiyu was controlled by others, but he was not willing to give in easily. He silently turned his head to one side and pretended to be deaf and dumb.

Wuhua had a lot of patience, and with a turn of the silver knife in his palm, he cut through Luo Feiyu's weak point at a speed that left no one with time to react.

"Ding", the silver knife was broken.

Wuhua, who wanted to show him some colors, held up the half-cut blade, thoughtfully.

"The skill you used at the door just now was not taught by your mother. There are not many people in Jianghu who can use two weapons, and there are even fewer who can have such exquisite sword skills. The Huashan Sect has been in decline forty years ago in fighting demons in the Five Mountains.

If Kumei had a disciple like you, he would never be willing to send him to the desert; the Wudang Sect is more famous than the swordsmanship, and the swordsmanship is bland and tasteless, which is not consistent;"

"As for Emei... Dugu Yihe is a powerful figure, but I see that your sword is as powerful as thunder, and you can swallow up rivers and seas with anger. You have a bit of the style of the prosperous Tang Dynasty, which is not like Emei's way. Where is your origin? Can you help me?

May I clarify your doubts?"

Wu Hua is not only the top talent in Shaolin, but also a walking humanoid martial arts encyclopedia. There are definitely no more than three people in the world who he cannot guess their origins.

After listening to his few words, Luo Feiyu found a foothold in Qixiu martial arts, and he couldn't help but feel a little more frightened by the terrifying nature of his mind.

He knew that as long as he gritted his teeth and said nothing, no one in the world would be able to find out his true identity, so he was not afraid and glared at Mu Hua Dao: "Just guess, if you can guess right, I will give you the antidote with both hands."

Wuhua said lightly: "Even if you are a man, you look like this and look at me like this..." He paused deliberately, his eyes dangerous, "I am not a gentleman."

Luo Feiyu froze when he heard this.

The sense of crisis and tension gave rise to the fear of retreat. After all, he grew up in a peaceful era and had never faced the ruthless world. As soon as he came up, he met someone like Wu Hua. Regardless of his experience in the world or his acting skills,

The difference is not even a little bit worse. If he had been in a few years, his temper would never be like this.

Luo Feiyu's panic had another meaning in Wuhua's eyes.

At first, he thought that Luo Feiyu was working as a killer, but when he saw his true reaction of being helpless and stubborn, it was like a young master who was new to the world and was scared to death but still had to show off a trick.

A master's air, a faint blush on his cheeks... Wuhua suddenly calmed down.

...This is probably one of the opponent's "weapons".

Every Kung Fu skill like the Golden Bell Cover and Iron Cloth Shirt has its weak point. This person has trained his lower body to be invulnerable. It can block the blade, but it may not be able to block his hand that brushes the acupuncture point.

Luo Feiyu was really frightened, struggled desperately and said anxiously: "Holy shit! You, you, you, what are you doing!"

Without saying a word, Wuhua firmly fixed his hands on Luo Feiyu's head, and in an instant he had used seven or eight techniques to drive his internal energy into the mosaic along the acupuncture points.

"Asshole! Pervert! Damn bald ass! You [beep--] [beep--]! Die [beep--]! You--"

"I just want to ask you, was it you who married me and entered my bridal chamber that day?"

"..." Luo Feiyu fell silent.

"Then we are a legitimate married couple. I love my wife, so how can I be an asshole?"

“…………” What a scum who speaks forcefully!

Wuhua changed his tricks to look for Luo Feiyu's bell, and gradually became surprised that he could not break Luo Feiyu's golden bell at all.

What kind of martial arts is this?

I have learned so much that I can remember it like nothing, and I asked myself that I have never seen similar martial arts recorded in ancient and modern classics.

Could it be that this person is a foreigner like him? Does he use foreign martial arts?

"The world is so vast and there are really many wonders." Wuhua became interested.

He had no intention of killing Luo Feiyu. Changsun Hongming was still Shi Guanyin's friend. Even if he was dissatisfied with his mother's arrangement, he would not offend her.

Luo Feiyu's words are right, they are indeed grasshoppers on a rope, they have to work for their mother.

Shi Guanyin must not have known that Luo Feiyu was a man, otherwise he would not have allowed them to consummate their marriage, so this unexpected intruder might be of great use.

Wuhua was not with Shi Guanyin from the beginning. He was abandoned by Shi Guanyin when he was young. Also abandoned at the same time was his younger brother Nangong Ling.

At that time, Shi Guanyin abandoned her husband and son and went to the Central Plains to seek revenge. He was entrusted to Shaolin by Tianfeng Shiro who was looking for his wife in the Central Plains.

After he had grown up to be very sensible, one day, his mother, the most beautiful woman in the world, suddenly came to his door and told him his life experience and hatred, destroying the young man's admiration for his teacher and his Buddhist heart.

They were clean, tearing apart the world of truth and goodness in the past, instilling blood feud and hatred, and letting their brothers plot revenge and dominate the martial arts world.

Wuhua really felt resentful towards this woman who ruined her originally clean life.

Everyone says that he came out of this world and was astonished to be a heavenly being. If a person really does not have Buddha nature, how can he be proficient in Buddhism and have a harmonious nature?

But often the more extraordinary a person is, the easier it is for him to become a demon with just one thought.

When hatred and Buddhism are intertwined, between the diametrically opposite viciousness and brilliance, twists and turns emerge. Now, no matter how despicable or hateful the words are, they can all be said in the gentlest and most elegant tone.

There are no flowers coming out.

He will not disobey Shi Guanyin easily, but if given the chance, he does not want to be controlled by his mother all the time.

"Don't be nervous, Your Excellency, I accept your cooperation."

Luo Feiyu didn't know that so many thoughts had flashed through Wuhua's mind every second. He now completely regarded Wuhua as a pervert who was not taboo on meat and vegetables. He also didn't know that Wuhua's actions just now were actually destroying his cover.

To no avail, I just felt that this person was a bastard. "You're just going to keep me from cooperating?"

Wuhua raised his eyebrows, let go of Luo Feiyu's hands, and teased with interest: "I think you are enjoying it quite a bit."

"..." Luo Feiyu tightened his clothes, shrank in a few inches, gritted his teeth and said, "Shut up!"

That's right... Although Wuhua failed to break through the protection of the mosaic, the acupoint touch was real. Luo Feiyu was also very embarrassed, but it was shameful... He would not admit it even if he died.

Luo Feiyu was out of trouble, his clothes were disheveled, half of his slender calves were under the messy clothes, and there were physiological tears of fright and humiliation hanging from the corners of his eyes. Seeing this, Wuhua patted his shoulder considerately, with a calming magic power.

The master of Shaolin has always been very graceful. Even if the other person is not a girl, his good manners make him look extremely gentle at this moment.

Luo Feiyu was almost captured, so he held on to his face and turned his head to one side, grinding his teeth and saying nothing.

Wuhua deliberately came closer and whispered in a low voice as if to seduce: "After all, you are my mother's son, and I will not kill you under any circumstances. But if you want to survive, you'd better use less of your family's martial arts in the future..."

"...?" Luo Feiyu was stunned when he heard this. Wuhua was actually reminding him of his oversights?

He turned his head in surprise. Before he could express his doubts, he felt a sharp pain in his waist.

Luo Feiyu's eyes widened, and the blood in his body instantly became cold, and he leaned on Wuhua's shoulder without any strength.

Wuhua was like a gentle lover at this moment, gently soothing his back, smiling unfailingly and pulling out the broken red knife.

"Having sex hurts the kidneys and the waist, so this knife should be stabbed on the waist. It looks more natural."

This vindictive bald ass!!

Knock on Rima!!

Did you hear that?! Knock on Rima!!!

"What does Hong'er want to say?" Wuhua turned his head and looked at Luo Feiyu, who had his head buried in his shoulder, with tenderness.
Chapter completed!