Otherworldly Evil Monarch

Chapter Twelve The Real God Weapon (1)

I really can't blame the guards for not doing their best. You said that a knife disappeared in a trance in the eyes of as many as fifty people tightly guarded by the airtight... This kind of mysterious and strange thing is extremely strange. , And how to guard against it? And this kind of thing is not one or two things, the other lost weapons are all in this way, they are all lost inexplicably to the extreme...

It's really hard to guard against.

Forget it, don’t you just use a sword and a sword...

All the people who lost their weapons were comforting themselves, and at the same time yelled: Oh, you have such a thief ability, and it is more than enough to steal the emperor's treasury. You have nothing to do to steal a few broken knives?

It's really hard to understand! Grass!

In the past few days, Dugu Xiaoyi has almost exhausted all his abilities and launched a powerful offensive against Jun Moxie. This sturdy little girl finally got anxious after watching Qing Han's cultivation to become a positive result!

For the sake of her future lifelong happiness, the little girl doesn't care what others think or think about, so that the elder brothers of the Dugu Family who followed the expedition this time bubbled in anxious mouth, but it was useless...

On the contrary, Guan Qinghan had completely returned to the cold and cold normal state after the big account was discussed that day, and he hadn't said anything to Jun Moxie. Fearing to avoid them, Jun Moxie is not discouraged.

The thickness of the face of this young master has really reached the point where the city wall turns, and this period of time has opened the eyes of many soldiers!

Jun Moxie didn't have to pester Guan Qinghan. Every morning, I came around, said hello to the soldiers nearby, then knocked on the door, and then ate the door behind closed doors, and then went back to chat with the soldiers, waited for the two women to come out to wash, and then went up to ask, and said with a smile on his face. Two sentences, whether you care about him or ignore him, never get entangled. Well, it's over in the morning.

He was finished, but Dugu Xiaoyi had trouble. Sometimes he didn't wait for the grooming to finish, and he just wrapped Jun Moxie directly. It was exactly the same as Jun Moxie's use of Guan Qinghan. Jun Moxie's reaction was even similar to Guan Qinghan's, no If you are not close, if you are away, so Dugu Xiaoyi fought and fought more and more courageously, repeated defeats and fought, repeating the cycle, and there was a tendency of frustration and frustration, so the three of them cycled like this...

At noon, this cycle will be repeated again, and at night, continue to cycle and repeat...

Afterwards, the soldiers lost their interest in watching the show... You three can't do anything about it? Are you bothering you all the time? I rely on you not to bother us, the big bosses are all looking annoyed...

But there is another thing that makes everyone very strange. Most people get up in the morning with energy, at least not to be listless, but Young Master Jun looks very tired after going to bed in the morning. It's as if I didn't do a good job all night, and after a few days, even the small face tended to become thinner. I had to eat breakfast and rest for a while before I gradually regained my energy and became vigorous again...

Everyone is very strange. It seems that Young Master Jun has no place to be tired at night. He lives alone. How could he be so tired? Didn't see him work during the day, what's the matter? Miss Qinghan and Miss Dugu have fallen asleep early these few days. It shouldn't be them, so who else can?

For this abnormal phenomenon, Uncle Dongfang asked Qingqing for a long time, and finally quietly called his nephew aside, sneakingly instructed: Mo Xie, young people must know how to restrain themselves. Uncle also knows that your kid enjoyed that wonderful taste for the first time, but suddenly cut off and had nowhere to vent. Uncle was also young. Of course, he understood very well, but you... It’s OK. You can’t kill you once every other night. Don’t do it several times a night. The thing is enjoyable, but it’s really hurtful, especially for those of us who practice martial arts. Besides, for future generations. It’s not a good thing either, you must be temperate...

Jun Moxie stared, listening to his uncle's words of earnest instruction, dumbfounded and dumbfounded...

"Uncle, you think too much, I am not..." Young Master Jun hurriedly distinguished. Oh my god, where is this and that.

"What's not?!" Dongfang Qinqing glared, then he took a sigh of relief, and set an example: "Everyone is a man, I am your uncle. Your little uncle is not clear, what can't you say? Yes? Why are you so embarrassed? It's normal for young men and women to have that need, and my uncle is also here... I think I was young, and there is no restraint, oh... In short and in short... Don't do this kind of thing in the future, know? Uncle is for your own good, not allowed Say no, just listen and do it!"

Young Master Jun had a black line on his face, extremely speechless, and arrived home depressed. My uncle has personally learned a lesson from the past, what else can I say? What dare you say? !

"Hehe... everyone understands... young people, there is always a big fire, um, um, try to restrain yourself, keep quiet..." Dongfang Wenqing kindly patted his nephew on the shoulder, restoring his usual majestic spirit of being a strong person. Shi Shiran stepped out of his uncle's arrogance, and felt a sense of satisfaction in teaching and educating people.

Fortunately, I discovered it early. My nephew was not addicted, so I hurried to teach by precepts and deeds. If I waited to form a habit in the future, it would be really bad, just like myself back then, alas, the past is unbearable. Wow... Dongfang Shen Xuan looked smug and walked out with a bit of sadness.

Later, when Jun Moxie inquired, he learned from the other two uncles that although this uncle had a lot of wives and concubines, he had no children, no one under his knees, and no subsequent incense...but the more he did, the more he accepted. Concubine, the more you accept concubines, the less you don’t...have formed a vicious circle...

At present, the number of wives and concubines in the East is said to have numbered forty to fifty... This is a pretty terrifying number! Even if the rain and dew of this kind of rotation are covered in one night, it will take almost two months...

I see!