Chapter 733: Golden Pupil Entertainment City

Some people compare the passionate collision between men and women to dry firewood, and what kind of water and pulp is adding fuel to the fire; Some people compare it to a fish swimming in water, natural and harmonious; It is also said that men are revisiting the old place, born here, and like to come here when they grow up!

The best place for in-depth communication between men and women is a space that belongs to each other, enthusiastic men and women begin to be familiar with each other's bodies, extraordinarily unrestrained, whether it is a restaurant, a bathroom, a room, or even a clean balcony, all of which have left traces of the two fighting, the tight will be loose, the hard will be soft, all in all, the little couple is comfortable, and they hug each other and sleep after tossing.

A bed, a pair; A stream of clouds and water. Crooked poetry is in response to this scene, there is a way in the house a touch of good spring, the light that is slippery.

Some people are tired and return to calm, while others are just beginning to toss. Far away in the Yunling Mountains, the nineteen peaks of Cangshan Mountain, the highest Ma Long Peak, in a valley with changing clouds, someone has exploded his lungs, he is Yang Fan's biological father Yang Hong, the head of the Diancang faction is the head of the sect, the head of the Diancang faction rarely asks about the world, and the affairs of the sect are handled by the acting head, it can be said that the acting head is the real master of the sect.

The news of Yang Fan's death was nearly a week late before it reached the Diancang faction, because Gou Biyue Jing, who went to look for someone, had already become the soul of the sword, and if it wasn't for a member of the Dragon Tooth Team who had a good personal relationship with Yang Fan, I was afraid that it would take another ten days and a half to wait for it.

All the furnishings in the room were smashed to pieces by an enraged Yang Hong, including the four quaint long windows. It stands to reason that Yang Fan should be his nephew in name, but in fact he is his species.

In order to cultivate this 'nephew', as the acting head of the sect, Yang Hong didn't know how much effort he had spent, the best resources in the sect, and even sent him into the WTO to enjoy the best resources in China, I don't know how many people in the sect were unconvinced, but they were all pressed down by the acting head of the sect, Yang Fan also fought for strength, and became the youngest Heavenly Realm martial artist in the history of the Diancang Sect, all the voices of dissatisfaction disappeared the moment he broke through the Heavenly Realm, and all the remaining were envy and sighs.

Now that Yang Fan is dead, no one has even sent the ashes back to the sect, the grief and indignation in Yang Hong's heart can be imagined, when he was about to mobilize people to avenge his beloved son, Yang Ligong, the head of the family who had been in retreat for half a month, suddenly passed down the word that he was not allowed to avenge Yang Fan within a month, otherwise the door rules would be dealt with.

Yang Hong, who was full of grief and indignation, could only take advantage of the furnishings in the room, and he didn't dare to disobey the words of the head, because there was an extra code in front of him, unwilling, very unwilling! Although he has three sons, his real favorite is Yang Fan, the youngest and the most talented, and what makes him even more incomprehensible is why his father would oppose the martial artists in the sect to avenge his grandson, why?

Yang Hong's hair was open, his eyes were red, like a wounded beast standing in the middle of the messy room, suddenly, he let out a broken cry in his throat, and two white miserable palms shot out at the south wall together, and two cold qi slammed into the wall like a hurricane.

Boom! There was a thunderous roar on the entire wall, and then a one-meter-square hole appeared in the wall, and a layer of crystal frost was attached to the broken wall tiles, using this extreme method to vent the anger in the heart.