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Chapter 1039 Arctic White Fox

Zhao Wuji and the other two rested for half a day, then walked into the fox demon area.

"The fox demon area is the easiest to pass through, and some rabbit demons and rat demons in there are also relatively easy to capture."

"Well, we brought the Qingxin Talisman. If the fox demon's charm ability doesn't work, its fighting power will be far inferior to that of the wolf demon, even weaker than us."

Zhao Wuji looked at the 80 physical strength on the small panel and asked breathlessly: "Is your family's martial arts so powerful? You can climb a mountain without panting and even joke around."

"of course"

The two beauties knew that Zhao Wuji was just an ordinary person, and a detective under investigation at that. After introducing themselves to each other, their enthusiasm faded a little.

"Zhao Wuji, you don't even have the most basic Qingxin Talisman, and you dare to leave the city?"

"You think I want to, it's just because they don't want to waste time"

Zhao Wuji complained in his heart about the Six Gates' quick and decisive approach, while continuing to say

"You don't have to act independently without me, and you don't have to look down on me."

The two beauties looked at the surrounding mountains and forests and said, then thought of the monster hunting mission, "There is strength in numbers, let's go together. Here is my mind-clearing talisman, for you to use."

"What about you?"

"I have the Pure Heart Jade Pendant"

"It's useless even if you have more people. We have already caught the seven guys in front of you."

"Who?"

"Haha, a bunch of newbies, you also want to ask my name?"

Zhao Wuji drew his sword and pointed at the huge fox head that emerged from the void.

"fox?"

"Wrong, it's the Arctic Fox Fairy, go away"

The three of them saw a thick fog quickly covering them, and in an instant they were flying up like riding on the clouds.

"...We encountered a great demon...We failed in our mission..."

Zhao Wuji heard a few intermittent words from the two beauties' plaintive voices, and then he found himself back at the foot of the mountain alone, in heavy rain.

Zhao Wuji had no choice but to walk forward on the muddy mountain road, one foot deep and one foot shallow. His clothes had long been wet by the rain, sticking to his body, bringing a chill. The sky gradually darkened, and the mountains in the distance were looming in the rain and fog, just like the blurred ink in an ink painting.

"It's a desolate mountain. I'm afraid I'll have to sleep outdoors tonight. I don't know whether those two beauties will treat me well or abuse me."

Zhao Wuji sighed and raised his hand to wipe the rain off his face, hoping to find a place to shelter from the rain.

After walking for about half an hour, Zhao Wuji suddenly saw a few faint lights ahead. He was refreshed and walked forward quickly. When he got closer, he found that it was a dilapidated post station. The lanterns in front of the door were shaking in the wind, making a creaking sound.

Zhao Wuji was about to knock on the door when he suddenly heard a silver bell-like laugh from behind him. He turned around suddenly and saw a woman in white standing under a peach tree not far away, holding an oil-paper umbrella in her hand.

The raindrops fell one after another, hitting the umbrella with a crackling sound. The woman was extremely beautiful, with picturesque eyebrows and eyes, and her skin was as white as cream. Her eyes were shining faintly in the twilight. She was wearing a plain white long dress, and the hem of the skirt fluttered in the wind, as if she would fly away with the wind at any time.

"Sir, do you want to stay overnight?" the woman asked in a clear and pleasant voice. "This posthouse has been in disrepair for a long time. I'm afraid it's uninhabitable. Why don't you follow me to the temple in front and stay for the night?"

Zhao Wuji was so fascinated by the sight that he forgot to answer. It was not until the woman called him again that he came back to his senses and quickly bowed and said, "Thank you for your guidance, young lady. I am Zhao Wuji, may I know your name?"

"My surname is Bai, and my given name is Zhi." The woman smiled and said, "Please follow me, young master."

Bai Zhi turned around and led the way, and Zhao Wuji followed behind. He noticed that Bai Zhi's footsteps were light and almost soundless, and her skirt brushed over the puddles on the ground, but there was no stain at all. What was even more strange was that the oil-paper umbrella in her hand could not cover two people, but when he stood next to her, he could not feel a trace of rain.

After walking for about an incense stick of time, a temple appeared in front of them. The temple door was ajar, and dim lights shone from inside. Bai Zhi pushed the door open and walked in, followed by Zhao Wuji.

The furnishings in the temple were simple, but very tidy. A few candles were lit in front of the Buddha statue in the middle, and the candlelight flickered, casting mottled shadows on the ground. Bai Zhi put away the oil-paper umbrella, turned to Zhao Wuji and said, "Sir, please sit down. I'll go make some hot tea." Zhao Wuji sat down on the futon and looked around. Although the temple was simple, it was elegant everywhere. There were several landscape paintings hanging on the wall, the four treasures of the study were placed on the desk, and there was a guqin in the corner.

Not long after, Bai Zhi came back with a pot of hot tea. She knelt down in front of Zhao Wuji, holding the pot with her delicate hands and pouring tea. The aroma of tea rose up, with a faint fragrance.

"Sir, please have some tea." Bai Zhi pushed the teacup in front of Zhao Wuji, "This is the wild tea I picked myself. Although it is not something precious, it can drive away the cold."

Zhao Wuji picked up the teacup and took a sip. The tea soup was clear and sweet, and it was indeed different from ordinary tea. He was about to thank her when he suddenly felt dizzy and the scene in front of him began to blur.

"Miss Bai, this tea..." Before Zhao Wuji could finish his words, he felt dizzy and the teacup in his hand fell to the ground.

In a trance, he saw Bai Zhi stand up and walk towards him. Her figure swayed in the candlelight, as if she had turned into a ball of white mist. Zhao Wuji wanted to get up, but found that he could not move, and could only watch Bai Zhi getting closer and closer.

Bai Zhi squatted down in front of Zhao Wuji and reached out to touch his cheek. Her fingers were cold, but Zhao Wuji felt a surge of heat. He wanted to struggle, but found that he couldn't even lift a finger.

"Don't be afraid, sir." Bai Zhi's voice seemed to come from far away, "I just want to talk to you, sir."

Zhao Wuji felt his consciousness becoming increasingly blurred, and the scene before his eyes began to distort. He saw a strange light flashing in Bai Zhi's eyes, which became brighter and brighter, and finally turned into a dazzling white light.

When Zhao Wuji regained consciousness, he found himself lying on a large carved bed. The bed curtains were hanging low, red candles were lit all around, and a sweet fragrance filled the air.

"Where is this?" Zhao Wuji wanted to get up, but found that his hands and feet were tied by soft silk ribbons. He struggled a few times, but the silk ribbons became tighter and tighter.

"Master, are you awake?" Bai Zhi's voice came from outside the bed curtain. She opened the bed curtain and walked slowly to the bed. At this time, she changed into a red dress, which made her skin look whiter than snow and her eyebrows and eyes look like a painting.

"Miss Bai, what are you doing..." Before Zhao Wuji could finish his words, Bai Zhi had already leaned over and kissed him on the lips.

It was a long and passionate kiss. Zhao Wuji felt a stream of heat spreading from his lips and teeth, sweeping over his body in an instant. He wanted to resist, but found that he had already sunk into it.

Bai Zhi's kissing skills were skillful, sometimes gentle like a spring breeze, sometimes passionate like a raging fire. Her fingers wandered over Zhao Wuji's body, igniting flames wherever they touched. Zhao Wuji felt hot all over, and his consciousness gradually blurred.

"Sir." Bai Zhi whispered softly in Zhao Wuji's ear, "Do you know that I have been waiting for this day for a long time?"

Zhao Wuji wanted to ask her what she was waiting for, but found that he could not make a sound. His consciousness became increasingly blurred, and the scene before his eyes began to distort. He saw a strange light flash in Bai Zhi's eyes, which became brighter and brighter, and finally turned into a dazzling white light.

When Zhao Wuji regained consciousness, he found himself lying on a large carved bed. The bed curtains were hanging low, red candles were lit all around, and a sweet fragrance filled the air.

"Where is this?" Zhao Wuji wanted to get up, but found that his hands and feet were tied by soft silk ribbons. He struggled a few times, but the silk ribbons became tighter and tighter.

"Master, are you awake?" Bai Zhi's voice came from outside the bed curtain. She opened the bed curtain and walked slowly to the bed. At this time, she changed into a red dress, which made her skin look whiter than snow and her eyebrows and eyes look like a painting.

"Miss Bai, what are you doing..." Before Zhao Wuji could finish his words, Bai Zhi had already leaned over and kissed him on the lips.

It was a long and passionate kiss. Zhao Wuji felt a stream of heat spreading from his lips and teeth, sweeping over his body in an instant. He wanted to resist, but found that he had already sunk into it.

Bai Zhi's kissing skills were skillful, sometimes gentle like a spring breeze, sometimes passionate like a raging fire. Her fingers wandered over Zhao Wuji's body, igniting flames wherever they touched. Zhao Wuji felt hot all over, and his consciousness gradually blurred.

"Sir." Bai Zhi whispered softly in Zhao Wuji's ear, "Do you know that I have been waiting for this day for a long time?"

Zhao Wuji wanted to ask her what she was waiting for, but found that he could not make a sound. His consciousness became increasingly blurred, and the scene before his eyes began to distort. He saw a strange light flash in Bai Zhi's eyes, which became brighter and brighter, and finally turned into a dazzling white light.

When Zhao Wuji opened his eyes again, he found himself lying on the ground of the temple. It was already daybreak, and the sun shone through the dilapidated window frames, casting mottled shadows on the ground.

Zhao Wuji sat up and looked around. The temple was empty, and everything that happened last night seemed like a dream. But he clearly remembered Bai Zhi's face, her scent, and the temperature of her lips.

"Miss Bai?" Zhao Wuji stood up and looked around the temple. However, there was no one else in the temple except him. Even the tea set and candlesticks from last night were gone.

Zhao Wuji walked out of the temple gate. The sunlight was so bright that he couldn't open his eyes. He suddenly remembered something and looked down at his wrist. There was a faint red mark there, as if it had been strangled by something.

"Could it be..." Zhao Wuji was startled and quickly unbuttoned his clothes. He saw ambiguous red marks all over his chest and waist, as if he had really been entangled with someone last night.

At this moment, Zhao Wuji suddenly heard a silver bell-like laughter coming from behind him. He turned around suddenly and saw Bai Zhi standing under a peach tree not far away, holding an oil-paper umbrella in her hand.

"Sir, are you awake?" Bai Zhi smiled slightly, "Did you have a good time last night?"

Zhao Wuji opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say. He suddenly noticed that behind Bai Zhi, there was a snow-white fox tail.