Stealing the Yuri Protagonist Harem

This time it wrapped around her right foot.

The fairy, who had never shown such a embarrassed posture in front of others, felt her body temperature rise rapidly.

Her red lips were biting tightly, her eyes were wandering, and her clothes were pressed tighter.

But she didn't ask the other party not to look at her now, but she worriedly spoke out after thinking about something.

"careful……"

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Naturally, the young man who entered the Sword Emperor's secret realm could only be Luo Wusheng.

Starting from the royal city, he carefully passed through various remote roads. After using various counter-reconnaissance methods to ensure that no one was following him, he dressed up in disguise and teleported directly to Jianyang Mountain.

Of course, if there was a big boss who was determined to track him down, he would have no choice.

But if a boss at that level wants to know someone's secrets, there are so many ways he can use that there's no need to be a stalker.

In this way, after arriving in Jianyang Mountain, Luo Wusheng hid his figure and chose an uninhabited place. He tidied up his appearance and prepared to make a good start for the reunion with his wife after a few days.

But what he saw when he entered the secret realm was far beyond his expectations.

What's happening here?

If he hadn't seen his wife Shuangxue hanging upside down, Luo Wusheng would have felt that he was in the wrong place.

(As expected of my wife, she still looks so beautiful even if she is turned upside down...)

No, what happened?

Is there a new map in Sword Emperor’s Secret Realm?

Luo Wusheng subconsciously communicated with the black broken sword in his dantian star lotus, but before he could get the result, his heart suddenly jumped.

When Ling Shuangxue's voice reached his ears, he immediately became alert and then tilted his head.

The sharp sword energy passed by his ear.

He looked towards the place where the sword energy came from.

A clay doll that was barely humanoid was holding a long black stone sword, and its face without facial features was facing him.

The fluctuations in his body were rising steadily, reaching the level of Nascent Soul.

Luo Wusheng raised his eyebrows.

Enemy unit? When did you appear there?

Hmm...it's okay, it can be solved.

Now at the early stage of Nascent Soul, he, Luo, no longer paid attention to this level at all.

You don't even need to reveal your trump card, just sprinkle water to resolve the battle.

With this thought in his mind, he took a step forward.

Then this step was taken back.

He knew how the clay doll appeared.

Luo Wusheng's scalp felt numb as he watched the earth bulge under the long sword outside the altar, gradually forming a human shape, and the aura rising continuously.

With his level, he could already calculate the number of clay dolls with just a cursory glance.

One hundred and eight...one hundred and eight Nascent Souls? !

Section 1 # Volume 1 # Chapter 373 I miss you (second update, 3000 words)

One hundred and eight Nascent Souls?

Although each Nascent Soul is only in its early stage, it is not too difficult to solve it by yourself, but if there are too many ants, they can kill an elephant. Even if you can handle this number, it will be difficult for you to handle it!

Just when Luo Wusheng's scalp was numb, he discovered that the pile of clay dolls jumping out of the ground in front of him seemed to be stuck.

Then the aura in them that had reached the level of Nascent Soul began to fall continuously, directly falling to the level of Golden Core Perfection.

?

The pressure on his body suddenly eased, but Luo Wusheng was filled with doubts.

What happened again?

"Their cultivation is based on their opponents... This place is probably the testing place set up by the Sword Emperor in this secret realm."

Hearing Ling Shuangxue's voice, Luo Wusheng, who was no longer stressed, quickly turned his attention to his wife.

It was very rare that the leader of the sword pavilion had a pretty face stained with red clouds at this time, and the subtle sense of shame was vividly displayed on the proudly curved body. As a Taoist monk, Luo Wusheng couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva. Lips are a little dry.

The shameful look made him want to taste it right now.

But he also saw the complex and strange look Ling Shuangxue was casting at him.

He quickly understood the meaning of that look.

(So...are these dolls stuck with a bug? They finally confirmed that my cultivation was at the level of perfect golden elixir, so my aura dropped again?)

So what did my wife Shuangxue face before?

One hundred and eight Nascent Soul middle stages?

When he thought of this possibility, Luo Wusheng shuddered, but he took one step forward, and in a flash of light, he appeared next to the beautiful figure who was hung up.

He paid no more attention to the large number of clay dolls that almost filled the hall. He raised his right arm and a purple thunder spread out.

Wherever the lightning passed, the sword energy thrown out by the puppet was completely annihilated, and the puppet that was close was directly chopped into pieces, leaving only the black stone sword falling to the ground.

He had no choice but to be submissive to the one hundred and eight earth puppets in the early stage of Nascent Soul, but he could attack the one hundred and eight earth puppets with perfect golden elixir at will.

The Heavenly Tribulation Thunder circled a piece of ground, blocking all the sword energy that struck it.

The humanoid clay doll was rooted to the ground and could not move, and it seemed to have no intelligence. Under this situation, it was still swinging the sword energy continuously, with a rather unyielding attitude.

"A place of trial?"

After confirming that the group of puppets that had startled him no longer posed a threat, Luo Wusheng asked.

His eyes met his wife's, and he pretended to be serious about wanting to know the details.

The blushing Ling Shuangxue was silent for a moment, but then she bit her red lips and spoke.

"These clay puppets will be born as soon as I step into this place... I have fought with them several times. Whenever I get into trouble and show my defeat, they will hit me and the clay puppet body will disappear. The swords fell to the ground."

When Ling Shuangxue said this, she looked away unnaturally: "Because it is a trial, it will not harm my life. It will adjust the strength according to your cultivation level... Correspondingly, there will also be rewards based on the level you pass. There is a penalty..."

Looking at his wife's current appearance, Luo Wusheng felt that it seemed self-evident what this "punishment" was.

"Let's not talk about this first...help me..."

Ling Shuangxue's shame finally reached its limit.

After Luo Wusheng left, she imagined countless scenarios of meeting her Taoist companion again.

No matter which one it is, this should be a pretty beautiful picture.

But she never imagined that it would be like this... She would be so ashamed that her beloved man would see her being hung upside down. This feeling almost made her feel ashamed and angry.

As a role model for a good husband, Luo Wusheng would naturally not refuse his wife's request.

Well, he very thoughtfully took over the job of holding down his wife's skirt.

"..."

Feeling a big hand pressing the hem of her skirt on her thigh, and gently kneading it, Fairy Frost Snow's pink fist immediately became hard.

This feeling was conveyed to Luo Wusheng naturally.

Luo Wusheng, who was a little embarrassed, immediately retracted his head, touched his wife's round and plump thighs twice more, and then stopped his death-defying movements in time.

Then he moved his eyes upward, intending to see what the water flow was like.

However, before he could move, the water flow took the initiative to release the restraint on Ling Shuangxue's feet.

"Um?"

Luo Wusheng caught his wife in a princess hug in time as she escaped from the hanging state. He was a little stunned when he looked at the water falling back into the pool above.

Teacher Newton's coffin board really has no face in the world of cultivation... No, why did it go back?

(Is it possible that you were frightened by my domineering aura?)

Ling Shuangxue, who was held in his arms, was also in a daze.

Did you blame your Taoist monk by mistake? Was he actually trying to get out of his predicament just now?

But soon, Ling Shuangxue understood something.

"Put me down and step back."

Her voice was a little anxious, but she turned her head, not looking at Luo Wusheng, only showing the reddish ears: "...the pool of water above will restrain the trialer after the trial fails, just like it did just now. After half an hour, the restraints will be released and the next round of trials will begin."

After hearing what his wife said, Luo Wusheng was a little unable to react.

But soon he understood the meaning of these words.

Seeing that the surrounding soil puppets that had been destroyed by his use of tribulation thunder began to bulge again, and the momentum of the soil puppets outside that had not been destroyed suddenly increased, singing all the way to the middle level of Nascent Soul, Luo Wusheng fell into meditation.

pill.

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Facts have proved that the cooperation of one hundred and eight mid-stage Nascent Souls is really powerful.

At least a certain couple who had just formed a Taoist relationship couldn't bear it.

Luo Wusheng sighed as he recalled the violence that crushed his quantity and quality.

(It seems that the trial place is indeed a new map developed after the Sword Emperor Broken Sword swallowed a lot of good things this time and contacted me to strengthen it... The Sword Emperor actually left such a thing behind. It is worthy of being said. A big boss from ancient times...)

But if possible, I still hope that Sword Emperor will understand the meaning of the word trial.

One hundred and eight soil puppets of the same realm, although they cannot move and have a single attack method, are their intensity a bit too strong?

Are all your family's trials in hell mode? Or are all the monks in ancient times so fierce?

Luo Wusheng complained in his heart.

After being brutally tortured by a large number of earth puppets in the middle stage of Nascent Soul, he faced his wife's resentful eyes and learned from her mouth what had happened in the secret realm during his absence in the past few days.

I also took a good look at the third open map and confirmed the reasons for such changes...

In the position of being hung upside down with his wife.

"So...if you can just go back here, why didn't you do it earlier?"

Ling Shuangxue looked at the familiar bathing space in front of her and spoke to the young man beside her angrily.

Sure enough, he was happy to see himself being hung, right?

The fist became hard again.

"I just noticed this permission..."

Luo Wusheng scratched his head, a little embarrassed.

If he had known that he could just flip the table and change the map, he wouldn't have fought with a bunch of mid-stage Nascent Souls there.

When you can't win, you should skip classes when you have to.

Without using my trump card, I almost had heart failure just dodging the dense sword energy. I finally managed to kill a clay doll, but because I couldn't catch my breath, I suffered a sneak attack from another direction and directly hit GG.

(Having said that, the permission to change maps actually existed before, but the bathhouse was so fragrant at that time that people didn’t want to change back to the original map of the main hall...)

Keeping this matter deep in his heart, Luo Wusheng coughed lightly to cover up his guilty conscience: "Well, actually, the rewards from such a trial are not small, and the punishment is not difficult to bear..."

However, Ling Shuangxue just looked at him quietly.

"Uh... my wife is a fairy, stunningly beautiful, even in that posture just now, it's..."

"You still say that!"

Facing his wife who raised her fist, blushed, and had a hint of shame in her eyes, Luo Wusheng felt that he had said something wrong, and quickly lowered his eyes and shrank back.

But he could feel that even though he retreated, Ling Shuangxue's body was still getting closer and closer.