Ah, the recommendation ticket still has to be shouted a few times Today's third chapter is sent, and there are more recommended votes Scarlet Moon Valley, on the street, after Lan Lan slapped out, he unhurriedly pointed at the middle-aged man with a distorted face in front of the tower of the Haoyu Kingdom Chamber of Commerce.
"Come in, I have a deal and want to do it with your Haoyu Dynasty."
"Of course, you can refute my face, but I want to remind you that my own grandfather is Lan Ruo."
Lan Ruo, the ancestor of the Most Holy Method, the head of the Lan family today, and the descendant of the saint of the Eight Classics.
Hao Yu country up and down, starting from Hao worry-free, everyone was silent, not daring to speak.
If the Haoyuan Dynasty is the Pinguo Dynasty, they may still have the confidence to argue with Lan Lan for a little bit or two, but he Haoyu Dynasty is only a first-grade dynasty, even if it is the Tianyipin force in the Yipin Dynasty, compared to the Sage family, it is also an ant.
It's nothing more than a stronger mole ant, that's all.
But ants are ants after all.
In the crowd, Mo Tian looked at Lan Lan and Yin Xue Ge thoughtfully.
Originally, he came to Scarlet Moon Valley to follow Lan Lan's steps.
But now, he saw a good scene, and he didn't want to come forward.
Pursuing Lan Lan is a long-term, complex, and long project, and Mo Tianchou has enough patience.
A quarter of an hour later, a flying boat left the Scarlet Moon Valley, Yin Xuege and the others stood at the bow of the boat, and Jing Ming and Luo Xi'er hugged and cried, for the sake of the dead clansmen, but also for the more difficult life of those clansmen who survived in the future.
"Moss Marks Upper Ink" "Can you drink a drink?"
Miao Tianjie, who had dozens of bones broken, was lying on the bed, his body wriggling strangely like a caterpillar.
Holding a folding fan in his barely able right hand, Miao Tianjie gently fanned the wind, reciting poems elegantly.
The corners of his eyes tugged at the corners of his eyes, and he tried his best to look in the direction of the door out of the corner of his eye.
His eyes were eager, as if he was looking forward to something.
He was trying so hard to lengthen the corners of his eyes that his face spasmed.
The flesh on his face trembled, and a cyan bump of flesh the size of a baby's fist on Miao Tianjie's forehead was beating strangely.
This is the mark that Qingling left on him, in the morning, in order not to let Miao Tianjie yell and anger Lan Lan, Yin Xuege ordered Qingling to stun Miao Tianjie.
The honest and simple Qingling carried a wooden cane, broke into Miao Tianjie's room, and slammed it at his head.
The pimple was very painful, and the swelling pain made Miao Tianjie's eyes black for a while.
He let out a feeble moan, then gritted his teeth and cursed in a low voice.
"This little girl's skin, hit the back of the head with a stuffy stick, who has ever seen a stuffy stick hit on the forehead" "It's stupid and ugly, and you deserve to be married for the rest of your life."
Yin Feifei sneakily lay in a bush, cautiously watching a few torture hall disciples carrying torture sticks and slowly walking over from a distance.
These disciples of the Torture Hall were responsible for maintaining order in the residential area of the inner disciples, and anyone who had committed adultery and criminals was caught by them, it would be a severe beating.
When the figures of these torture hall disciples disappeared, Yin Feifei took a breath, and his round, round, and undulating body floated lightly.
With the help of the resources of the Vinaya Sect, after taking a few pills that had been exchanged for merit points, Yin Feifei successfully opened up the trick a few days ago.
His talent in body technique has been activated, and now although he is as fat as a ball of lightning, enough to make all the thin people in the world die of shame, he moves lightly and silently, light and fluttering, like a legendary female ghost.
Stepping on the tips of the bushes on tiptoes, after a few dodges, not a single leaf fell, and Yin Fei flew up the wall of a house.
This mansion is only a few dozen zhang away from Yin Xue Ge's small courtyard, and it is the residence of the princess of a certain country who was beaten on the buttocks by the disciples of the torture hall that night.
At this moment, the house is quiet, and several maids are busy in the front yard to help their master clean up the room.
Her Royal Highness the Princess and her followers had either gone to the lecture hall to listen to the cultivation experience of the sect's predecessors, or they were completing various chores assigned by the sect.
Those maids are like Qingling, they are all civilian girls with a lot of strength.
Yin Feifei sneakily jumped off the wall and ran into their backyard, but the maids didn't hear any movement.
A few painted parrots hanging under the eaves quacked, and a few lazy long-haired, short-eared cats walked up and down under the parrot shelves, constantly meowing charmingly.
Yin Fei quickly rushed to the drying rack in the backyard and stuffed a lake-green belly pocket into his sleeve.
Then his fat round body flew up like a balloon, lightly over the wall, over the treetops, over a narrow river, and slowly swept into Yin Xuege's house.
Yin Feifei, who was light-footed, waved his hand to Qingzhen, who was squatting under the eaves to sharpen his knife, and then broke into Miao Tianjie's bedroom.
Qing Cheng raised her head and looked blankly at Yin Fei's rapidly disappearing figure.
She raised the kitchen knife in her hand and swiped it fiercely at Yin Feifei's ass a few times.
"A big fat pig, but it's a pity that I can't eat it."
"Well, I was beaten like a dead pig, and I still have the spirit to run around" While muttering, Qingling touched the edge of the kitchen knife with her fingers, wanting to see if it was sharpened quickly.
She was pondering in a daze, wondering what Yin Feifei had just slipped out of and done.
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Qingling, a tendon, can never be distracted from doing things, she is engrossed in pondering Yin Feifei's whereabouts, and her fingers are pressed heavily on the blade.
The fast-sharpened kitchen knife cut through Qingzhen's fingers, almost cutting off her fingers.
"Ah, it hurts" Qing Cheng hissed and howled, instantly throwing the question of what Yin Feifei had done away from the clouds, she threw away the kitchen knife casually, and the other hand clenched the bloody fingers, crying and screaming into Yin Xuege's house, rummaging through the boxes and cabinets to find the trauma medicine powder used to cut her fingers.
The kitchen knife with a large patch of blood flew out with a whirl, and flew straight to the gate of the courtyard.
The door was just opened, and Yin Xue Ge walked in with a smile and Jing Ming, Lan Lan and the others.
In a flash of cold light, the heavy kitchen knife slashed straight at his head, the blade less than two feet from his forehead.
"Holy Damn Me" Yin Xue Ge's body trembled in fright, and her figure flickered, and she avoided the kitchen knife that was flying in the whistle.
Behind him was the dejected Jing Jing, who was gritting his teeth and holding Luo Xi'er's little hand.
He didn't notice the kitchen knife that flew in his face, and the heavy big knife flew past Yin Xuege's head, chopping crookedly on his front door.
The blade cut half an inch into the dough, and blood flew down the blade.
Lan Lan looked at the murderous kitchen knife with a pretty face, stretched out her little hand and gently patted her heart.
Who would have thought that at the gate of Yin Xuege's courtyard, someone actually threw kitchen knives in their hands Who would have thought that the first-class disciple of the inner sect of the Vinaya Sect, who had cultivated so profoundly, would be distracted and not look around, and would be slashed in the face by this kitchen knife that was thrown out indiscriminately, and the strength was not fast or fierce From the corner of the left eye to the right side of the chin, the kitchen knife stretched across the bridge of Jing Ming's originally tall nose and laboriously inlaid on his face.
Several of the followers of the Dawn of the Devil exclaimed.
"Someone assassinated the prince, escort" "Lord, lord, are you okay?"
"Hurry up, hurry up and treat the prince.
Pull out the kitchen knife first."
There was chaos at the gate of the courtyard, and Yin Feifei, who had just walked into Miao Tianjie's bedroom, was startled.
When he saw that it was Yin Xue Ge and the others who came back, he immediately laughed reassuringly, raised the lake green belly pocket in his right hand, and greeted Yin Xue Ge warmly.
"Boss, boss, did you bring anything good with you when you came back?"
Under the bright sun, in the hands of a dead fat man with a face full of white meat, an embroidery work has reached its peak, and the incomparably exquisite lake-green belly pocket is waving in the wind.
On the lake-green belly pocket, two vivid colorful little peacocks shine in the sun, and the feathers of the little peacocks are actually inlaid with extremely thin gemstones, so they are dazzling in the sun.
Obviously, this thing can't belong to a dead fat man.
Men don't wear belly pockets.
Even if some of the best men like to wear belly pockets, the belly pockets can't be Yin Feifei, a dead fat man.
Because this belly pocket is too small, I'm afraid I can't even wrap one of his little arms.
The dead fat man smiled happily and waved his arms vigorously and enthusiastically.
The belly pocket swayed and spread in the sun, reflecting the blurred light to the fullest, and the two colorful little peacocks seemed to come to life, constantly dancing up and down with the waving of the belly pocket.
Yin Xue Ge drooped her face and looked back at Lan Lan in a hurry, as well as the seven or eight female disciples of the Demon Phoenix Pavilion with distorted faces behind Lan Lan.
Jue Xi'er looked at the belly pocket with a frightened face, what kind of perverts were Yin Xuege around her, hiding in the room with a woman's belly pocket in broad daylight, this scene is really reverie.
The people around him are all such perverts, so what kind of big pervert will Yin Xue Ge be Lan Lan took a deep breath, her chest was already extremely majestic, and this deep breath highlighted the extremely exaggerated and charming curves.
"Shameless scum, shameless especially" Lan Lan roared angrily, and his cultivation that turned into thunder was undoubtedly highlighted.
A thunderbolt rose from the ground, the biting cold air was born out of thin air, the small building where Miao Tianjie lived was shattered, and the wind blew Miao Tianjie and Yin Feifei like fallen leaves in the autumn wind, flying lightly.
They vomited blood, whirled, cried and screamed, and fell heavily to the ground.
At the sound of thunder, the lake-green belly pocket in the dead fat man's hand was also blown to pieces by the thunder, turning into a wisp of green smoke and drifting away.
The dead fat man bounced violently on the ground a few times, he raised his head crying, vomiting blood, and pointed at Miao Tianjie and accused loudly.
"It's none of my business, it's this bastard surnamed Miao, he said that he was bored in bed alone, and he wanted to find a woman's belly pocket to have fun."
"He gave me ten taels of silver, and he gave me ten taels of silver."
"I was just tempted by his heavy money, that's it" Yin Feifei had just wailed a few times, and Miao Tianjie howled miserably. rs “”: