People in Douluo, good at hugging thighs

The next day, the morning light was slightly drunk.

Outside Gengxin City, the sand was still flying. The wind blew, and a few chubby tumbleweeds bounced past.

In the far east, the sun disk as big as a millstone rises slowly, reflecting everything around it orange and yellow. Even the towering dark city walls are reflected in gorgeous colors. "Hu...Xilulu..." The horses let go

It slowed down and screamed like water flowing in.

"Lao Gao, have you noticed that there are more people entering the city today?" On the city wall, a guard glanced at his colleagues who were busy checking and shouting below, and turned to look at his companions. They were in their 20s and 30s.

Rough face.

I haven’t married a wife yet, it’s all because of the wind and sand.

"Don't call me Lao Gao, I'm only 21 years old! I'm going to be called old by you..." The man who was called Lao Gao gritted his teeth and angrily criticized his companion. Then his weather-beaten face revealed an expression of admiration and said lightly: "What's all the fuss about?

Yesterday, the Golden Warriors broke through the 36-game winning streak in the arena. When the news spreads, who among the surrounding people wouldn’t want to come and take a look?"

"In a few days, there will be more people." He said decisively.

He is at a young age and is most curious and sensitive to certain things, such as which hookup shop in the city has the most curvy and plump girls, which place someone wants to have a date with tonight... It's all about dry knife going in and wet knife coming out, which makes people angry.

A gushing program.

I don’t want to! The wind blew, and my companion tilted his head slightly at a 45-degree angle, with his black hair dancing wildly, mixed with a few strands of white silk. He glanced sideways at the next door, with a sad color in his pupils. How could a man with a hot kang with his wife and children be in trouble?

Can a single like you understand this? He is more concerned about whether he can pick up money on the way home tonight, and he is worried about whether his wife will say: Damn it, I want it!

If you are over forty, you can't afford it, you can't afford it.

"My life is already tight, and I have no money to go to the arena to place bets. When I go home tonight, I will first find a reason to scold the kid for his studies, and then beat him up. My wife should feel pity and try her best to comfort her, forgetting about me.

exist."

As he thought this way, his frown gradually relaxed.

I'm so witty!

"I'm on duty today, so I can't witness the battle of the Golden Warriors. Should I go to Goulan in the evening? Or go to Goulan?" The man surnamed Gao's eyes gradually became misty, "Only Miss Xiang'er's graceful dance can soothe my injured heart...

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"I will go home and tell my parents later that there are a large number of people in the city today, and we will take turns patrolling at night. I won't go back to sleep."

I'm so witty!

Cars and horses converged and formed a line along the street, extending towards the direction of the arena. A small number also dispersed and stopped in front of shops and taverns. The originally wide street now seemed a bit narrow, and the noise was endless.

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"Will the Golden Warrior come today?" The arena hall was crowded and everyone was talking about it.

"Don't squeeze, don't squeeze, I want to place a bet! Gold-pressing warrior, gold-pressing warrior..." The man's face was red and his arms were shaking.

"37 consecutive wins? Are you kidding me? I win in the arena." The neighbor looked at him with caring eyes. He heard the news last night and came from a neighboring town overnight to make a fortune. 37 consecutive wins, which has not been heard for decades, who?

Whoever you believe is stupid.

People...that's it. They always like to be smart, don't hit the wall and don't believe in evil.

"General, do you think the Golden Warrior will come today?" In the corridor not far away, a man in green clothes turned to look at the old man.

"How do I know? Why don't you go to the hotel and ask?" The old man looked at the crowded hall with twinkling eyes.

I think I can make a lot of money this time.

"How dare I..." The man in Tsing Yi's face froze and he said weakly. That person is even inferior to the Bishop of Wuhun Palace, and no one from Wuhun Palace has been seen looking for trouble today. If such a person is annoyed,

Now, who can save him?

"That's alright!" The old man rolled his eyes, "The nobles and stewards of the families who participated in the betting didn't even send anyone to ask, so why should we get into trouble?" As he spoke, he raised his white eyebrows and smiled.

He said: "It's a good thing if I don't come, I won't have to fight in the 39th battle." After finishing the wine last night, he still couldn't sleep at night. The images of his relatives flashed in his mind, and he was filled with emotions.

He has been in the army for many years and has not been able to accompany his wife. He already feels guilty, but now he is making up for it. His children are in their prime, and his grandchildren are growing up. There are too many things he wants to accompany and witness, and he does not want to die here.

When I was young, I was ambitious and had ambitions in all directions. Now that I am old, I realize how precious my family is.

"That's right." The man in green also smiled.

He gathered with all his brothers last night and saw the general, his wife and children gathering together. His usually solemn face suddenly became more smiley and he spoke more. The look of love on his face when he hugged his grandson still makes him smile now.

The memory is still fresh.

There are some things that only when you really encounter them, you will find it difficult to let go and make a choice.

The general has changed a lot today. It would be great if the Golden Warrior could fight again after the gladiators came...he thought.

...

Hotel front yard.

A two-meter-high pink and white wall with green bricks on the top surrounds the entire small courtyard. Behind the not-wide gate is a beautifully carved screen wall, with a vigorous and winding Populus euphratica standing in the corners on both sides.

The branches stick out from the wall.

The dense leaves are golden yellow and swaying in the wind in the sun, which is very moving.

"Whoosh..." A sound broke through the air from the center of the courtyard, and four white flying swords danced in the wind. One sword was as solid as jade, and the other three were as light as flowing waves. They sometimes sprinted and sometimes turned, as if they were alive.

Ning Xiaotian danced with his fists and feet, and the fallen leaves fluttered lightly under his feet.

This is a new idea that he came up with after practicing Soul Power Condensation Sword recently and completing the first flying sword condensation practice skillfully.

Integrate soul power into the sword with boxing skills and distraction control to form a new combat skill.

After masterfully condensing the first flying sword, he tried to condense the second and third flying swords. The process was very smooth. After all, his distraction control had already reached the eighth level of perfection, not to mention controlling two or three more.

, even with six or seven handles. It just consumes a little too much soul power, and after there are too many flying swords, it takes a bit of mental energy to control them.

When I first started dancing, I often crashed into cars.

There is a difference between being able to fly and being able to perform acrobatics in the air.

"It's a pity that my soul power can't be integrated with murderous aura. It's a pity." Ning Xiaotian stopped moving, and the flying swords in the air were also controlled and lined up behind his head. He shook his head, frowning slightly, showing some helplessness.

After many attempts in recent days, he now has reason to believe that there is a repulsive reaction between his soul power and murderous aura. The two can coexist, but cannot blend. He probably guessed that this is Sun Moon Star Huilan

Characteristics of the problem.

How can such a gloomy and ferocious thing as murderous aura be able to enjoy life with my holy power of the sun, moon and stars?

The lower Dantian, where dirt and evil practices are stored, eats and drinks, is where they live.

Murderous Qi: MMP, will you bully me, the new baby?