The Jiang family has the blood of immortals flowing in their bodies, and they are also full of demonic breath, which is inherently evil and powerful.

Jiang He wondered for a moment, why, without the spiritual vein, would she still be infected by the demonic qi? Where does the demonic qi stay? Is it in the body? How can she get out of the demonic qi this time? Is it ripping off the physical body? It's ridiculous, she may not be able to eliminate the demonic qi again.

Consciousness stayed on the back of Xiao Wenchuan's departure, Jiang He's heart was full of mania and anger, she looked like a demon, and quickly left the first floor to catch up with the second and third floors, she didn't see it, there was a plaque at the entrance behind her, which was engraved - Futu Holy Tower. There is also a line of small words on the wall next to it: Eliminate demonic energy, suppress resentful spirits, disperse demons, and float to death.

Jiang He seemed to smell the breath of the man, she kept walking up, and finally stopped on a certain floor, this floor is very special, there is no partition just a hall, there is a misty pool in the hall, there is a white-clothed monk sitting in it with his eyes closed, he looks like a fairy, his expression is cold, there is a painful look between his eyebrows, but he does not move at all and seems to be taking the initiative to accept a certain punishment.

"Xiao Wenchuan. Jiang He muttered, and then walked into the pool step by step, the mist steamed, the curve of her waist was revealed, the makeup between her eyebrows was also washed off, her face was deep and bewitching, her heroic spirit turned into charm, and her murderous spirit turned into obsession.

Flowing through the water, she walked step by step to the immortal monk in the center, slowly approached him, and blew softly in his ear.

"Wen Chuan, you open your eyes and look at me. ”

Xiao Chi frowned, as if he had encountered something worried, his expression was struggling, and sweat appeared on his forehead.

Finally, when Jiang He touched his cheek with his hand, Xiao Chi opened his eyes suddenly, and the two looked at each other at a very close distance, Xiao Chi was stunned, as if he had seen something incredible, his expression was ignorant and vivid, and it fell in Jiang He's eyes, which suddenly made her have a bad desire to bully him.

Jiang He pursed his lips and smiled, his red lips were as bewitching as blood, his eyes were shining with blood, and his red eyes were like demons, "Xiao Wenchuan, has anyone kissed you?"

Xiao Wenchuan seemed to react suddenly, and a red cloud suddenly rose on his cheeks, "Jiang Mingkong-" As soon as his lips opened, they were sealed by the red lips that were close at hand, and he was stunned, and for a moment he seemed to lose control of his body.

Jiang He feels very strange now, the touch on his lips is cool and soft, sweet, and the breath is full of the person's elegant aroma, making people feel as if they are in the clouds, forgetting where they are. This ambiguous and lustful atmosphere actually made the blood in her eyes dissipate a little, and she regained a trace of clarity, she suddenly thought-, "Xiao Wenchuan, Xiao Wenchuan, I have fallen into the devil, and I will no longer be qualified to stand with you, no matter how hard I try, it will not be possible...... How can I be reluctant, reluctant, I can't let go, Xiao Wenchuan ......" The mist in his eyes condensed suddenly, and tears slid down, sliding straight into the lips that the two wanted to stick, Jiang He stretched out his tongue and licked it gently.

Xiao Wenchuan finally reacted, pushed Jiang He away violently, retreated to the edge of the pool, lowered his head, gasped a few times, and did not speak for a long time.

"How could it be...... It really made a vision......" His voice was hoarse, and his words were full of remorse and disbelief.