After hearing the white-clothed lady's words, Wan Xin and Yan Qing finally recalled that Fenghao had only brought the three of them to this place back then. Moreover, they had hurried along the way and their speed was not slow at all. Even Yan Qing would not be able to keep up with that kind of speed. However, this white-clothed lady in front of them, who clearly did not emit even the slightest energy fluctuation, was able to keep up with them.
This situation was simply too strange.
Moreover, the white-robed woman did not come with them. It seemed like she had only appeared next to Feng Hao after Feng Hao had suddenly disappeared.
Then...
"Could it be..."
Yan Qing and Wan Xin looked at each other and saw the shock in each other's eyes.
At that moment, they were almost certain that the white-robed woman was someone from the tomb.
At that moment, their emotions began to fluctuate uncontrollably.
This tomb was said to be the tomb of the previous Master of the Illusionary Martial Realm. It had existed for hundreds of thousands of years. Even a Great Emperor or a God would have perished after such a long period of time. How had this woman managed to survive?
Their hearts were filled with all sorts of questions. They did not even care that the white-robed woman had addressed Feng Hao as her husband.
"Who exactly are you?"
Yan Qing suppressed the shock in her heart and asked the white-robed woman.
"Me."
The lady in white was startled. Soon after, a perplexed expression surfaced in her clear eyes. She seemed to be trying her best to recall something. However, her mind was blank. Hence, she shook her head and replied directly. "I don't know …"
"You don't know."
A knowing look flashed across Wan Xin and Yan Qing's eyes as their emotions began to churn even more violently.
"Then how did you get to know Brother Feng Hao?"
Wan Xin pointed at the cave when she saw that the white-robed woman was confused. However, she could vaguely hear a strange panting sound, which made her blush.
"I … I've always known my husband."
The woman in white had a blissful smile on her face. It was so sweet that it made Wan Xin and Yan Qing's hearts ache.
From the moment she opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was Feng Hao. Then, they carried out a series of intimate actions...
"So my husband is called Feng Hao …"
As she thought about it, the smile on the white-clothed woman's face grew wider.
The reason why she said that was because she only had Fenghao in her memories.
"You …"
Seeing her expression like this, Yan Qing couldn't help but be a little angry. She secretly gritted her teeth and thought in her heart that she would teach Feng Hao a lesson.
He had only been gone for a short period of time, yet he had already seduced such a peerless beauty. How could he let him go freely in the future? If he didn't see him for a year, wouldn't he bring back a bunch of women?
"I want to go in and look for my husband …"
Thinking of how much Feng Hao cared about her, the lady in white wanted to see Feng Hao immediately. She walked towards the cave in front of her.
"You can't go in."
Yan Qing stood in front of her, blocking her way.
What a joke. If she let her go in now, wouldn't it make things easier for the two of them?
"Why won't you let me in?"
The lady in white stopped in her tracks and slightly furrowed her brows.
"Because …"
Yan Qing originally wanted to refute her, but the frowning lady in white vaguely revealed a dignified aura. She couldn't help but panic in her heart. She was a little speechless and didn't dare to look directly into those clear eyes.
"How is this possible?"
With her head lowered, Yan Qing's eyes were filled with panic. She also forgot to stop the lady in her tracks.
She was like a real fairy descending to the mortal world. In her eyes, mortals were all ants. In Yan Qing's eyes, all she saw was indifference to everything.
"Miss, you really can't go in."
After the lady in white bypassed Yan Qing, Wan Xin blocked her way again.
However, she didn't reveal her overbearing aura like Yan Qing.
Although her heart was sour, if something had really happened between the lady in white and Feng Hao, she couldn't put Feng Hao in a difficult position.
After Wan Xin whispered in her ear for a while and heard some faint moans coming from the cave, the lady in white's face turned red. In the end, she stopped in her tracks and didn't go in.
Although her memory was like a blank piece of paper, she subconsciously felt shy and reserved when it came to this kind of matter.
"So, let's wait here together."
Seeing that the lady in white had stopped in her tracks, Wan Xin heaved a sigh of relief. Soon after, she saw Yan Qing, who had her head lowered and was not saying a word. She was immediately stunned. "Sister Qing 'er, what's wrong?"
"It's … it's nothing …"
Yan Qing shook her head. There was still a trace of panic in her eyes. She didn't even dare to look at the lady in white.
For some reason, just because she saw the lady in white's furrowed brows, she couldn't help but feel a sense of reverence in her heart.
Hence, the three of them stood at the entrance of the cave and waited. Yan Qing stood there, occasionally sneaking glances at the white clothed lady. Wan Xin, on the other hand, chatted with the white clothed lady here and there, as if she was trying to get something out of her. However, she was unable to obtain anything. This was because, other than Fenghao, there seemed to be nothing else in the white clothed lady's memories …
"Swoosh."
Following a soft sound, Xiao Qiu Qiu appeared out of nowhere and also stood at the entrance of the cave. His gaze swept across the lady in white from time to time. There was a faint trace of doubt in his gem-like eyes.
Several hours passed, and finally, a low roar echoed out, and the cave returned to its original state of tranquility.
"Ling 'er."
Feng Hao opened his eyes and found that Joan Of Arc was lying lazily in his arms like a kitten. Her charming face was still a little flushed, and her eyes were still blurred, as if she couldn't extricate herself.
"Brother Hao …"
Hearing his call, Joan Of Arc seemed to wake up from a dream. With a low cry, she buried her head in Feng Hao's arms and refused to come out.
"Silly, you are Brother Hao's wife. What's there to be embarrassed about?"
Fenghao chuckled and couldn't help but tease her, causing the beauty to cry out in displeasure.
Although his mind was in a violent state at that time, he could still vaguely remember some fragments at this moment …
"Ling 'er, I'm sorry."
Looking at the bruises on Joan Of Arc's snow-white body, Feng Hao couldn't help but feel pain in his heart. He hugged the beauty and apologized in her ear.
In that case, he really had no choice. Otherwise, he wouldn't have acted so rudely and made his beautiful wife suffer.
Joan Of Arc didn't speak. She just hugged him tightly. Everything was said without words.
After another round of intimacy, the two of them tidied themselves up and walked out of the cave.
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