Ziyi seemed to be a little angry. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

It was as if she had never met such a man who was not on the road.

Those men usually hate to take off her pants when they see her, but now that she has taken them off herself, she didn't expect this man to ......

She was almost by her.

She walked naked to Jian Thirty's back, patted him vigorously, paused, and said, "Oh, I don't care so much, you are now my subordinate, you have to sleep wherever I tell you to sleep." You have to do whatever I tell you to do, and you have to be obedient.

Speaking of this, she even pinched Jian Thirty's cheek, and then said: So, don't be stunned, come over quickly, pinch me.

As he spoke, he couldn't help but pull Jian Thirty back to the bed, and then, lying down on it, pulled his hand, put it on his chest, and said coquettishly: What are you still doing stupidly, pinch it quickly.

As if he had touched an electric door, Jian Thirty quickly withdrew his hand and coughed dryly twice.

Ziyi said: I'm not feeling well now, you can pinch it quickly.

Jian Thirty turned half of his face and said softly: My strength is too great, I'm afraid you won't be able to stand it.

Hearing this, Ziyi suddenly became excited, sat up from the bed, lay on Jian Thirty's shoulder, and said, "I can stand it."

Sword Thirty: You can't stand it.

Ziyi was so excited that goosebumps all over her body and said: I can really stand it.

Jian Thirty was a little impatient, and said: You can't stand it.

Ziyi's mouth was pressed to Jian Thirty's face, and he muttered, "I can stand it."

Sword Thirty-One turned, and punched her in the face, and then, only to hear a "plop", she fell on the bed and fainted.

Jian Thirty pointed at the fainted purple clothes and "snorted" fiercely, and said angrily: I said that you can't stand it, it's really unreasonable.

With that, he grabbed his sword from the table, walked to the door, looked around, and found that the entire money gang was quiet.

The guards who had been patrolling day and night had just passed, and only the sentry at the gate was still lit.

Jian Thirty gently opened the door, and then, quietly came to the corner, jumped up, and then, jumped out of the money gang, and came out into the street.

The town was quiet, there was no people, no wind, and even the sand, which had always been raging, was lying quietly in the bunker.

In the night, only the scarlet lanterns hanging in front of the door of the brothers' gang emitted a faint light, as if they were afraid of the cold, and kept shaking around.

The Brothers were so quiet that you could hear the footsteps of the night guards almost from the street.

Taking advantage of the gap in the handover of guards, Sword Thirty used the light skill of stepping on snow without a trace, jumped closer, walked around, and found no place to go.

He put up his ears to the wind, listened around, and noticed that there was a constant noise and the sound of dice clinking bowls in the courtyard on the left.

A few of the vigilers were hiding in a shed and playing with the dice, and the man sitting in the village kept shaking the bowl of the dice, beckoning the onlookers to place their bets.

One of the family members held a silver bill, hesitating whether to bet big or small, undecided, and kept muttering, saying: Alas, don't lose again, if you lose again, I'm afraid I won't even have to wear underwear.

The dealer looked at him and said: There will be wins and losses if there is a bet, this time you lose, it's a big deal to win back next time, like you can't make a fortune in a lifetime.

Hearing this, the housekeeper closed his eyes, didn't care about thirty-seven twenty-one, and threw the silver out with a "snap".

This time, whether he loses or wins, Jian Thirty has no interest in watching it.

Here, he really couldn't see any clue or inquire about any valuable news, so he had to walk away and walk towards the backyard.

Not only are the lights on in the backyard, but there seems to be a sound, the sound of a fight, ha, bang, bang.

No, it's the sound of martial arts.

It's so late, who is practicing martial arts?

A voice complained in a tone that I didn't know if I didn't wake up or was tired: Let's practice again tomorrow, Second Young Master. It's so late, it's time to rest.

This voice was very familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere, probably because it was too late, and he was too lazy, so he changed his voice slightly, so he couldn't hear whose voice it was for a while.

Another voice was heard at once, it was the voice of the second young master Gan Chunzhu, who was stupid, stupid, and a little idiotic.

He was scolding the person who complained to him just now, and said loudly: You bastard, don't take the opportunity to be lazy, I spent so much money to invite you back, just to accompany me to practice, don't talk nonsense, practice quickly.

Huh?

Sword Thirty took advantage of the shadow of the flowers, and suddenly jumped onto the wall, and then, the probe looked down, and found that the person who was complaining was Jiang Feng.

I saw that he looked disheveled, half-draped, with sleepy eyes, as if he had just slept halfway through and was pulled out of bed by Gan Lao Er and accompanied him out to practice.

He pinched his cheek to sober himself up a little, and then, looking at Gan Lao Er, he muttered: You really want to practice, Second Young Master?

Gan Lao Er glared at him and said: Yes, don't talk nonsense, come on.

Helpless, Jiang Feng had no choice but to put on his clothes, clean up and down, tighten his wrists, and said: Okay, but you have to be merciful.

Gan Lao Er spread his wings with a single crane, made a good posture of an eagle pounceing on a chicken, and said with a sly smile: Okay, come on, two punches will level you out.

As he spoke, Shan He went straight up.

Pounced left, hit right, and then, a harrier turned over, turned his fist into a finger, and took Jiang Feng's eyes directly.

Jiang Feng saw that he was coming quickly and abnormally, so he hurriedly dodged, but if he wanted to dodge, he was afraid that he couldn't dodge, so he had to turn his fist into a palm to dissolve the power of his two fingers.

It's a pity that his palms are too weak, and the strength of the other party's two fingers is too strong, and in an instant, I saw that the two fingers were just inserted in the palm of his hand, poking him and screaming, saying: It hurts, it hurts.

Gan Lao Er accepted the recruitment, jumped in front of him suddenly, pointed at his nose and shouted: You, it's really useless, I only used thirty percent of your strength and you squeaked.

Jiang Feng said with an aggrieved face: If you change someone, I may be able to make ten moves and eight moves, but the second young master, your finger strength is estimated that few people can withstand it, it is really too powerful.

Hearing this, Gan Lao Er immediately turned his anger into joy, and said proudly: Am I really so powerful? Hey, hey, compared to today's ronin, who is more powerful?

Jiang Feng looked at him and said, "Oh, that ronin today is not the same sect as you, and there is absolutely no comparison."

This is a very good thing to say, not only taking care of Gan Laoer's face, but also not losing the majesty of Sword Thirty.

In Gan Laoer's opinion, Jian Thirty is absolutely incomparable with him, but in Jiang Feng's opinion, it is you Gan Lao Er and Jian Thirty who are absolutely incomparable.

Gan Laoer's vanity was satisfied, and he couldn't help but touch the dog-headed mustaches that were upturned on his chin, and suddenly laughed and muttered: That's right.