Qin Wangcheng.

Within a sword of the house.

Soft queen bed.

Jiang Hetu was sleeping with the woman in his arms as always.

Suddenly.

A throbbing of his soul woke him up.

He pushed the woman in his arms away and threw himself on the windowsill, gulping down the fresh air.

Within a moment, he was sweating profusely, and he felt that the strength of his whole body was drained.

The woman who was pushed away by Jiang Hetu fell to the ground on all fours.

The original downward holes were all aimed at the sky, and the scene was indescribably obscene.

She saw Jiang Hetu frowning in pain, and regardless of her own indifference, she quickly ran to Jiang Hetu's side and gently wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Then, she lowered her voice and cautiously cared, "Lord Jiang, what's wrong with you?"

Every morning he wakes up is both his heaven and her hell.

Seeing Jiang Hetu's painful appearance, the woman stupidly thought that he was pretending to be pitiful, and subconsciously clamped her legs.

As soon as I thought of this, I was ashamed and went down into a stream.

However, Jianghetu was by no means a normal day at this time.

Where that pain came from, Jiang Hetu couldn't be clearer.

I think he wiped out his relatives back then, and then drew his sword and slashed at the first emperor.

Although the First Emperor seemed to have spared his life, only he knew what kind of situation he was in.

Although the first emperor rarely activated the ban to punish him, the big knife of punishment hung around his neck, and sooner or later his knife would be moved.

The day has finally come, and it should be today.

Jiang Hetu gasped again and again, looked at the woman snuggled up to him, his big hand probed down, and a pool of spring water rippled in his fingertips.

And the woman was wearing peach blossoms, blushing all over her face, holding his arm stupidly, and a happy smile in the fine lines at the corners of her eyes.

Idiot!

You don't even know that your man is going to die!

Stupid!

“pia！”

"Ahh

Jiang Hetu was furious and slapped the woman's plump ass.

The woman let out a pleasant cry.

Jiang Hetu no longer hesitated, took the woman to the clouds, and rushed to the direction of the Imperial City.

Heavenly, on the way.

Jiang Hetu looked at the sigil on his wrist and asked the woman in his arms, "Slut, have you memorized the steps that let you remember?"

The woman who is called a slut has become numb to this title.

On weekdays, she has no right to wear clothes, let alone the right to choose and dissatisfaction.

She is like a rag doll, Jiang Hetu is whatever she says, she is not allowed to resist, and she is not allowed to be demented.

Except for this formation, she was completely mortal.

At this time, Jiang He Tu was checked for homework, and the woman quickly kissed Jiang He Tu, and said solemnly:

"What Master Jiang explained, the maid remembered. ”

As she spoke, she quickly patted her plump breasts, indicating that she had mastered the steps by heart.

Jiang Hetu nodded with satisfaction and focused on hurrying.

He knew that the woman in his arms was rippling at this time, but he really didn't have the slightest interest in indulging in women.

On weekdays, he would have to stop and look for a big rock, fight this little slut for 300 rounds, kill her, throw away her armor, and kneel on the ground to beg for mercy.

Jiang Hetu greedily looked at all the scenery around him in the interval of the rapid flight, as if he wanted to see it all at once.

After a long time, Jiang Hetu continued: "What is the one thing I taught you that you can't forget even if you die?"

The woman's little face suddenly became solemn and said:

"Life is snuggled in the arms of adults, and adults are born cheaply. ”

"Death is buried next to the adult's curtain, and the adult's death is slutty. ”

Jiang Hetu nodded and continued to ask, "If one day suddenly your cultivation has improved by leaps and bounds to an incredible level, what would you do?"

The woman's little face became more solemn and said:

"The slut must do his best to live, no matter what setbacks and trials he suffers, and he must firmly believe that he will be reborn between heaven and earth, and wait for the return of the king at the end of the years. ”

Jiang Hetu nodded again.

"Remember, bitch, this is your promise to me. ”

"In this life and this life, don't fail me!"

When the woman heard this, she was overjoyed and hugged Jiang Hetu tightly.

"Yes, Master Jiang. Cheap goods in this life and this life will not live up to adults. ”

Jiang Hetu pursed his lips, stopped holding the woman, and hovered above the sky.

"Today you will be rewarded with clothes, you can pick your favorite clothes and put them on. ”

After Jiang Hetu said this, he looked coldly into the distance, thinking of the first emperor's methods, and hatred grew in his heart.

"Okay!"

The woman applauded happily, then groped through Jiang Hetu's storage bag, took out a flower coat, and put it on her body.

After sorting out all this, Jiang Hetu hugged the woman again and quickly rushed towards the imperial city.

After Jiang Hetu stopped for a while, he no longer attached himself to the scenery on the road, closed his eyes, and started a secret technique.

Jiazi reincarnation.

Jiazi reincarnation is the same as the place where mind reading is obtained.

They were all found together when the rivers and rivers went north to explore in the clouds and mist of the North Sea.

Probably left by the power of a certain sage in ancient times.

It should be a thaumaturgy of the divine level.

Jiazi reincarnation is the method of dawn reincarnation, which can achieve life and death.

According to legend, there is a 10% chance that the caster will be reborn in the time of one jiazi.

The conditions for the success of this technique cultivation are extremely demanding, and it requires a person who is willing to maintain an unwavering belief that he is still alive in the world.

Moreover, it is necessary to think about it day and night to increase the probability of success of reincarnation.

This sounded very suspenseful, but when he was cultivating, Jiang Hetu felt the mystery of this thaumaturgy.

It is as if you have touched the primitive passage of life, a white cave, and you can get a new life when you step into it.

However, Jiang Hetu's condensed body was too weak to get close to that one light mouth.

Anyway, though.

Jiang Hetu has no choice now, so he can only talk about dead horses as live horse doctors.

Just now, the first emperor directly gave him a death order through that prohibition.

That is, he wants to kill Qin Hua and the people brought by Qin Hua at all costs.

At all costs, in fact, it is to tell him to work hard.

Jiang Hetu had nothing left but his own rotten life.

The last time I went to Western Qin, Jiang Hetu missed a good opportunity to test Qin paintings.

In this way, today's battle will be his first battle with Qin Hua.

To be honest, Jiang Hetu didn't have any confidence in himself.

Dare to swagger to the north wall to tease the first emperor dragon beard, if it is said that he is weaker than the left and right swing in the long song.

Kill him Jianghe Tu, he doesn't believe it.

Not everyone in the world is like him, daring to raise a knife to shake the tree when the mayfly is weak.

From this point of view, Qin Hua must have absolute confidence in his own strength.

However, Jiang Hetu was ready for a way out.

Jiang Hetu looked at the woman in his arms, she had a good figure and good skills, but her brain always felt dull.

For a while, Jiang Hetu felt a little empty in his heart.

A slut who doesn't have a fart under the crotch, is it reliable?