Martial God Conqueror

Chapter 1 147: Late Night Sneak Attack

Chapter 1 147: Sneak attack in the middle of the night.

In the mountains, after a towering tree, the moonlight casts a little mottled mark through the crown of the mother-in-law.

Tree shadows are like ghosts.

"That little sighs are actually coming back, the evil lord's waste, how is it done!"

Under the big tree, a woman looks gloomy and her face is full of anger.

This woman was a middle-aged woman in the main house of the family during the day. Fei Ying, the housewife of the family, appeared in the mountains at night.

"A little hybrid, only why the cousin is angry, and it is good to find a chance to do the little hybrid next day. God doesn't know."

A middle-aged appeared behind Fei Ying, gently cuddled Fei Ying's waist from behind.

Mid-aged in the shape of a 40-year-old, thin and slender figure, wearing a Chinese uniform, robe, five senses, must be a beautiful man when he was young.

Fei Yingmu with chill, the eyes of this pair of moonlight in the moonlight, sullenly said: "I will never allow that little miscellaneous bad things, can not let that little hybrid live in the world, tomorrow is the quarter home ratio, the season The old guy in the four seas is still stubborn. Now I am afraid that I will put my hopes on the little hybrids. I have to be foolproof. I don’t know how to move the little hybrids for the time being, but only the little hybrids and the two slaves came back. The whereabouts of the evil emperor is unknown, and a slave is suspicious and must be removed!"

"This is a small matter, a slave, how can the cousin be in the heart?"

The handsome middle-aged pair of scorpions with a little moisturizing, hands began to walk up and down gently in the waist of Fei Ying, a look is to adjust the master.

"The slave is not ordinary, very unusual."

Fei Ying said, thinking of the servant's eyes and the invisible breath in the family's hall during the day, so that she still has some inexplicable tremors until now.

"In this case, then I will go to the quarter home for a while, secretly solve the servant just to ensure that God does not know, the oldest old guy in the quarter has been closed for many years, another old guy is not weak, But it is hard to find me."

Young and soft in the handsome, said mouth gently blowing in the ears of Fei Ying, and then gently biting Fei Ying's earlobe.

"Ok……"

Fei Yingjiao gasped, some sensitive, could not help but twist his body, his eyes closed slightly, and then the body leaned back and forth in the handsome middle age behind him.

"Cousin, I miss you."

Young and handsome, Jun Lang said, his hands moved to the downstream, and after a few squats on Fei Ying’s earlobe, he was eager to fade his clothes.

Through the mottled moonlight, a pair of hot rabbit-like things in front of the woman jumped out.

The middle-aged man was holding Fei Ying's head and kneeling down, glaring at the white ditch, so that Feiying couldn't help but scream, clinging to the man in front of him and taking the initiative to stick to it.

"I can't stand it, come on."

It didn't take long for Fei Ying to scream eagerly for the handsome middle age.

"My good cousin, you can't stand it, talk to your cousin..."

Handsome middle-aged smirk, hands swimming, up and down his hands, the Fei Ying face flushed.

"Cousin, you hate it, you still don't know, itchy..."

Fei Ying shouted softly, his lips biting, his eyes staring straight into the middle age, as if to swallow it.

"Well, my cousin will stop you from itching."

The handsome middle-aged evil spirits smiled and put Fei Ying on the big tree, lifting one leg to the waist, and gently squatting, and stood up in parallel.

"Cousin is so good today."

Fei Ying trembled and suddenly greeted him. It was already soaked, and when he rushed, he rang and couldn’t help but tremble.

The screaming sound made the handsome middle-aged smashed in the middle of the year, and the non-stop violent collision, Ren Feiying relied on the ups and downs of the trees, and kept squeaking.

After such a moment or so, Fei Ying was already jiao, and held tightly in middle age, screaming loudly and screaming: "Cousin, I am coming! I am going to die!"

Listening to Fei Ying's words, the handsome middle-aged image was stimulated, and suddenly his lips were pumping, and his eyes turned white like convulsions.

"Cousin, I am here too."

In the middle of the middle of the year, Jun Lang screamed and grabbed Fei Ying with his hands. He felt like he was struggling with a bunch of soft flowers at the moment, and then he was tilted like a flood.........

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Night, quarter home.

"So, the servant really has some meaning."

In the courtyard, a young man of twenty-six-seven years old stood in front of the courtyard, but he was dressed in a robes. There was a entanglement between the faint, and the faint golden glow of the eyes, which had an extraordinary power.

"Big brother, the servant is not small, even the three sisters dare to fight, I listen to Xia He said that the servant is not ordinary, and Ji Ji, this time back, afraid of a picture."

A yellow-dressed woman looked at the robes and said to her youth, and she was also in the hall during the day.

"A slave is nothing more than a big wave. As for the season, it is just a six-star perfection. The talent is not bad, but on the big ratio of tomorrow, she is afraid that it is still far behind. It can’t affect anything. Second sister..."

The young robe of the robe is slightly moving, and the face under the night is clearly defined.

"Mother has always loved her second sister. She also intends to let her second sister become the next owner of the family. I really don't know how the mother thinks, but you are the big brother, the parents of the season." Huang Yi said.

The robes of the man did not speak, looking at Tianyu’s moon, and the golden light of the two undulations fluctuated.

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"Hey..."

Night, Jijia, a figure silently through the corridor courtyard, God did not know how to appear in front of the Jijia old house.

The figure fell, it is a middle-aged model of the 40-year-old, with a slim and long body, dressed in a Chinese dress and a robe.

The mind was slightly released, and some fluctuations followed in the middle-aged eyes, and then disappeared outside the old house.

"laugh……"

When the middle-aged figure reappeared, it was already in a room in the old house. Looking at the empty room, there was a tremor in his eyes, and he said with confusion: "What about people?"

"People are here."

A faint voice came from behind the middle ages.

This faint voice made the middle-aged body tremble, suddenly turned around, the cold light burst in the eyes, the breath poured out a few want to solidify the void, waving a paw print on the turn, and directly grabbed the space behind him.

"Wu Zun is at the beginning of the game, but it is not weak."

The sound is still plain as water, just in the middle of the handsome middle-aged shot, a piece of Mongolian light is diffused, and the space inside the room is really solidified.

"Oh..."

A space ripple ripples, like a space hole facing the middle of a handsome middle age.

The handsome middle-aged man was suddenly imprisoned, his stagnation was stagnant, his eyes were wide open, and the next moment was shrouded in the glory of Huameng.

After a few wheezing, the middle-aged body of the handsome middle school disappeared, and the mysteriousness of the body recovered, and it appeared in a space that was all around.

"Let's say, who sent you, the evil emperor should be yours?"

A faint voice fell, and a young man appeared in front of a handsome middle age.

Handsome middle-aged eyes were alert and looked at the sudden emergence of the youth.

Although the young man was a servant's attire, but the invisible momentum, it came out so that the middle-aged heart was a little trembling.

In particular, the youth seems to be clear in the eyes of the two, the eyes of the ancient wells without waves, but let the middle-aged look straight, the Yuanshen in the mud pill palace is also unwarranted.

"Who are you, you don't have to be so arrogant, I am the elder of Hehuan Zong, I must be your servant, not to be a servant, but I will definitely ask for it in the quarter. If you say it, you may be able to cooperate."

The middle-aged young man who looks at his eyes in the middle of the year looks at the breath and looks more alert. The other party is not old, but it is so unfathomable.

"Hehuan Zong..."

Du Shaozhen heard the words and raised his eyebrows slightly. The old ghosts who were killed outside the ancient city of Tianshang were also the people of Hehuan.

"Yes, I am the elder of Hehuan."

Handsome middle-aged eyes, He Huan Zong in Ganzhou, although not the most top-level forces, but it is definitely the peak of first-class forces, afraid that those first-class forces will never dare to move together.