Martial King’s Retired Life

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I took a slap and hadn't had time to return to my heart.

Mr. Bai stood up silently, his too charming appearance was still transparent even in a state of expressionless expression-she was so enchanting and feminine that she stretched out her slim arms, and her eyes looked from the spring onions into the clothes tube. In the middle, we can see that the arm's fairness is better than five fingers.

Director Bai said lightly: "Hand towel." A little palace girl behind him ran over with a hedgehog tied in her buttocks, and hurriedly handed her hand towel up. To say that the majesty of President Bai in the palace is really not covered, casually-in other words, the people below dare not neglect.

Mrs. Bai wiped her face, and her face was still without any expression: "Cleansing." Immediately, the two little court ladies ran out quickly, and then brought back two basins of water and a few towels after a while. -One wiped off the white paste with the smell of soy milk, and the other pulled the young man called "Master" aside and carefully cleaned the dirty places on his body. Director Bai doesn't have to talk much. These subordinates know how to do things. It seems that Director Bai is usually disciplined.

Compared to this rich second generation, known as the lord son, it is clear that the maids are more afraid of her.

Mr. Bai cleaned up the soy milk stains on his body in an orderly way, and lifted his two arms flatly, and said quietly: "Finish." Then the two little maids immediately ironed out Mr. Bai's messy clothes. It seems nothing happened just now. Looking at them, they seem to be used to it, so they have developed a good tacit understanding.

In the end, Mr. Bai retracted one, and still had one arm raised flatly, and said quietly: "Knife." Then a little palace girl immediately handed it in-a ghost-headed knife, and she thoughtfully wiped the oil. This fit is so simple, even the knife ...

"Slowly, slowly, slowly. This is too much!

And there are so many knives here, for the little palace girl Mao said nothing about picking a ghost-headed sword! This knife is a knife and a knife when it encounters the blade! How she hopes that I will be chopped into meat sauce!

Bai Lian held the ghost-headed sword with one hand flatly, without any effort, and could not afford the blue tendons on his wrist. Obviously, this ghost-headed sword weighing 4-5 pounds was nothing to her. She said coldly: "How many times have our family said. Our family hates anyone to treat our family as a woman. You don't have a long memory, and this mind is useless."

"That's it!" Ying Xiao, a few court ladies behind him, cooperated.

These are obviously obediently ordered by Bai Lian.

I called Kuangtian Qu: "Mr. Bai, it's so boring for you. We're all getting old! You still care about this with me?

Bai pointed at the tip of the knife with mercy: \ "Go to you! Who is good with you?

I touched my nose and smiled, "On that day, at this little south gate."

It seemed to remind me that I had kissed her here that day, and there were two red clouds flying on Mr. Bai's cheek. The knife holding hand was slightly trembling.

"You, you! You said-written off! How to mention it!

She bit her lip angrily, as if it were me, remembering that day's kiss, and a scorching heat came from her lips.

However, I used the kiss of the **** as a threat to prepare -... I also crossed the road ....

The little palace girl behind her could hear her face and couldn't believe looking at the general manager who was usually austere.

But Mr. Bai is like a young girl with a blushing face, pointed me at the knife, and stomped: "Stop! Go on, I will hack you to death !!

In the end, you dragged a long note and said, ‘You ’re ~’, the little milky voice cuts my face!

Mr. Bai has a bad habit. When he is in a hurry, his voice will suddenly increase. Like the majestic sound that she usually deliberately pretends to be-no point at all-her original voice is a softer and softer milky tone than a teenage girl.

I was anxious-I opened my mouth and immediately regretted it. Blushing as if drinking several glasses.

And the little court ladies behind her were all starred by Meng! And two of them were still giving me a thumbs-up, are they praising me for doing well ?!

But when the director Bai turned his head, all the guys pretended to be indifferent. Shouldn't you guys be afraid of her? It turns out that you are looking at Mr. Bai as a cute girl! No wonder you hate me because you think I bullied your cute girl!

Director Bai quickly coughed twice, trying to keep the original soft voice down as much as possible, but it was born to be so, still higher than the average woman.

"In short, I will chop you if you can't stop talking.

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"Then if you stop talking, don't you cut me?"

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"Crap, of course not!" Mr. Bai held out a small pink hand, compared to a five.

I asked, "Cut me five swords?"

"Give you five knives, only three hundred knives.

I hear you talking nonsense!

This is obviously yours!

What are you going to do if you cut three hundred knives? Why did you decide to cut me three hundred and fifty knives!-There are 365 days in a year! What is sixty minus sixty? What do you mean! Why do you chop every day for ten months?

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