Girl, let me check it out.

The girl breathed hot air into his ear, and the mist along with her whispered words brushed across Fang Weihan's heart, making his blood boil.

Fang Weihan was confused by her again.

Taking things...isn't this how you take them?

Or is it that this thing is a little special and can't be used in this way?

So he chose to play dead.

Xiao Jin became even more dissatisfied when she saw that he still did not move.

The girl groaned a little in anger, pressed her hot cheek against his neck, and the words she spoke seemed to reach directly into his heart.

"Think about how you normally hold chopsticks? How... do you pick up food with chopsticks?"

Fang Weihan opened his mouth, feeling like crying but without tears.

Every cell in his body was struggling with this matter.

Physically, he naturally had no reason to refuse, but rationally, he was absolutely unwilling to do so.

Fang Weihan always felt that Yun Shu's gloating, half-smile, and very annoying smile would appear in front of him from time to time.

In order to urge Fang Weihan, Xiao Jin bit his neck gently, like a cat licking its owner's fingers with its teeth, for fear of hurting him in the slightest.

Fang Weihan repeated the actions Xiao Jin asked with trembling hands.

Objectively, the action of forces is mutual, but subjectively it is not.

Xiao Jin lay on Fang Weihan's shoulder, her wet hair scattered around her face.

The girl's consciousness seemed to be thrown into hot honey, and the sweet dream almost drowned her mind in this incomparable enjoyment.

The sunset was like a brocade, and the evening breeze was like a poem. Fang Weihan and Xiao Jin hugged each other tightly, and the bluebells on the stone table were in full bloom.

Fiery love often needs the companionship of a hot and elevated body temperature.The false dream sinks in the prelude, accompanied by the elegant melody sung by soft and delicate voices, and will eventually reach the peak of enthusiasm.

It repeats itself over and over again until death.

Watch and cherish meow

Chapter 243: Hard Talk

Fang Weihan pushed Xiao Jin who was still lying on him.

"Are you satisfied now?"

He looked at the girl in his arms somewhat helplessly.

Xiao Jin's whole body was sticky because her clothes were soaked with sweat, and she exuded a sweet scent mixed with the fragrance of flowers.

The girl couldn't lift her arms, and the hands that were around Fang Weihan's neck hung weakly on his shoulders, and the muscles under her shoulders felt sore.

After all, I had just experienced such intense exercise and carried a lot of weight, so it was natural to feel some soreness.

After Xiao Jin tried twice, he found himself too weak to move at all.

So she moved her body closer to Fang Weihan, rubbing her little head against his and pressing her pink lips against his ear.

"I have no strength left... Brother Fang, please don't chase me away, okay?"

The girl's soft voice had a charming hoarseness.

Xiao Jin's voice is naturally sweet and soft, and now with the added hint of charm, it's like a cocktail made from several kinds of nectar, making people want to take a sip.

Fang Weihan felt both psychologically and physically hot because of her voice and actions.

It's summer now, and they don't have too many clothes to begin with.

Xiao Jin was only wearing a thin skirt and underwear.

Obviously, this little bit of clothing is completely unable to isolate the heat exchange caused by the physical contact between the two people.

Fang Weihan could clearly feel the heat and humidity coming from the girl's body in his arms.

I should have spare clothes in my ring, right?

In order to avoid being seen by Xiaozhu when he goes out later and then being embarrassed, he thought about this problem briefly.

"Don't you feel hot?"

After a long silence, Fang Weihan said with a wry smile.

"It is very hot, but I don't hate this kind of heat."

Xiao Jin felt his heartbeat intertwining and synchronizing with his, and finally gradually becoming the same frequency.

Sure enough, everything the book says is true.

When people in love hug each other, even their heartbeats become the same.

"I think it's a good choice to just melt in Brother Fang's arms."

There was a hint of mist in Xiao Jin's almond-shaped eyes, and she made no effort to conceal her obsession and attachment to him.

The little hedgehog will only retract its sharp spines and reveal its soft belly to people it trusts.

It was rare that Xiao Jin didn't have that tea-like smell, and he regained some of the feeling of his childhood. Fang Weihan felt like he was healed again.

He couldn't help but hug Xiao Jin even tighter.

"What did that person confess in the end?"

Fang Weihan put his head on her shoulder and sniffed the blushing scent coming from the girl.

Alas, when I’m with Xiao Jin, things always develop in strange directions.

"There are many."

Xiao Jin gently held his ear, her voice unclear, like a sticky and sweet dream talk.

"The Jingtian that Brother Fang brought back is a senior member of the Fire Worship Cult. We got a lot of information from him that we had never heard of before."

"In the past, we often heard the word 'firewood' from the mouths of those who were captured by the Zoroastrians. We had always believed that the so-called 'firewood' was the self-proclaimed name of the Zoroastrians."

"But the Jingtian we captured said he came from 'Flint Scythe'. It was only then that we realized our previous understanding had been wrong."

Xiao Jin gently touched Fang Weihan's ear and wiped away the remaining crystals on it with her face.

"In the Zoroastrianism, everyone is not equal as they say in their propaganda. There are also differences in status."

"For example, 'Firewood' is mainly composed of many low-level monks absorbed by the Fire Worship Cult, among which Mingwu monks are the main ones. As the name suggests, these people are pawns that can be discarded at any time for their plans."

When Xiao Jin said this, his tone became a little colder.

"The Zoroastrians believe that the evil in this world has become so numerous that it cannot be changed, and ordinary means can no longer be used to curb the spread of evil. Before the world completely falls into darkness, they will light an eternal fire in a corner, and this eternal fire made of a lot of firewood will purify all the evil in the world."

"That's complete nonsense."

Xiao Jin said sarcastically.

The girl who controls the power of life and death understands the importance of life better than anyone else. The so-called holy fire promoted by these people is nothing more than the red spider lily blooming on the corpse.

Beautiful but hopeless and totally useless.

Fang Weihan listened to Xiao Jin's words and thought of some things.

Wen Zhexue once told him that all disciples of Linyuan should keep their mouths shut and try not to speak when possible.

As a girl named Linyuan Yuchen, she hardly speaks in front of outsiders, and only speaks a few words when she is alone with herself who is not affected by the cause and effect. This is to minimize the harm of the huge cause and effect to others.

However, the Jingtians he met were very unrestrained in their words and even spoke more than Fang Weihan.

They don't care about other people's life or death.

This is in line with Jingtian's way of thinking.

Linyuan Pavilion takes protecting common people as its mission, and by setting moral standards, it binds its disciples firmly under the starry sky.

And when those abandoned disciples at the edge of the abyss abandoned the oath they once swore to the starry sky, they chose to interpret the shackles that bound them in another way.

Which is more important, saving the world or saving the lives of a few mortals?

Since the world is more important, what's the point of sacrificing a few insignificant souls?

Firewood is destined to become a sacrifice to the flame. Flint and sickle are the disciples that will eventually ignite the flame.

That's what they think.

The style of the Zoroastrianism and the style of the Linyuan Pavilion seem to be very different, but they both follow the same logical system, which is extremely rational and pragmatic.

So... they will definitely not put too much energy into killing themselves.

Fang Weihan finally figured it out.

"Besides wood and flint and sickle? Have they any other organization?"

he asked with a frown.

"I don't know."

Xiao Jin whispered softly in his ear.

"The Fire Worship Cult has almost taken single-line communication to the extreme. Their confidentiality measures and codeword collection...even Xuan Zhongwei is ashamed of himself.

We can even learn some lessons from them in this regard.”

It is understandable. After all, it was an organization founded with the participation of Linyuanqitu.

Fang Weihan didn't feel strange at all.

"In addition to this, we also learned some other information from him."

Xiao Jin continued.

"The Fire God Cult's 'Firewood' has set up branches in all nine states of the world. The leaders are called the leaders, and all of them have a sixth-turn cultivation. In contrast, each county under the state has set up an altar. The altar masters are all fifth-turn cultivation."

Fang Weihan was stunned.

There are twelve states and one hundred and seventy-three counties in the Great Zhou Dynasty. Doesn't that mean that this damn Zoroastrianism has one hundred and seventy-three fifth-turn monks and twelve sixth-turn monks?

Or is it just the power of firewood? Wouldn't a higher-level flint be even more powerful?

Why the hell are you afraid of Xuan Zhongwei?

"Of course, this data should be highly inflated."

Xiao Jin noticed Fang Weihan's worried expression and couldn't help but smile sweetly.

"Based on the information Xuan Zhongwei obtained earlier, we can infer that in some counties, the Fire Worship Cult does not set up branch altars. Most of their branch altars are set up in places with more important strategic positions."

"The strength of dormant Zoroastrianism varies from state to state."

The girl counted on her fingers.

"In the core areas ruled by the emperor and the aristocratic families, the Zoroastrianism is often weak. For example, the Hedong area of ​​Bingzhou, the inland areas of Yongzhou, and the Huaiyin area of ​​Xuzhou."

"Of course, in the areas directly under the jurisdiction of the Sili Commandery that my father manages, such as Changming Luojing, the power of the Zoroastrianism is the weakest."

Xiao Jin reached out and smoothed out the frown on Fang Weihan's brow.

"They only dare to infiltrate with a small group of personnel, or buy off peripheral forces like the Song Clan, but they dare not openly set up branch altars and branches."

"But in those areas farthest from the center of imperial power, the power of Zoroastrianism is somewhat exaggerated."

The girl's expression gradually became solemn.

"Before, we didn't know where the Fire God Cult's base was, and the information we got was very confusing. The captives said it was all over the place. But based on the confession of this Fourth Level Jingtian, we can confirm that the Fire God Cult's firewood base should be in Jiude County, Jiaozhou, the southernmost border of the Great Zhou."

"Jiude County?"

Fang Weihan chewed over this not-so-familiar place name carefully.

"Well, that place has always been a barren land inhabited by barbarians and Han people. It was not until the reign of Emperor Wu that our dynasty incorporated it into its territory."

Xiao Jin explained.

"The Fire Worship Cult has set up its Xinchai headquarters in Jiude County, which is undoubtedly intended to guard against us. After all, it is almost impossible to reach that place by large-scale march of troops."

"Well...it's true."

Fang Weihan agreed with what Xiao Jin said.

The broken place of Jiude County seemed to be still in the south of Qiongya, only one step away from the human restricted area of ​​the Ten Thousand Mountains.

The damn miasma, tropical rainforest and the long distance made it almost impossible for them to be exposed to the attack range of the Great Zhou army.