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For Qi Tian, ​​he is still fledgling, he has just established his foothold, and many things can't be reckless.

Now the city lord of Kunlun Divine City is a behemoth, and it is really unnecessary to compete with such a behemoth now.

Relatively speaking, stability is also necessary.

Can't wave.

Qi Tian looked at Han Ling, and Han Ling also looked at Han Ling, and their consciousness gradually collided with each other!

"Don't worry, you are my man now, how could I report my man!"

"I just wish... you could come and see me often."

"This... this is my only expectation."

Seventh Madam Han Ling bit her red lips, and as she spoke, various consciousnesses gradually collided in her mind.

it is more than words.

This time, the feeling gradually followed suit, and the thoughts gradually became chaotic.

The feeling and taste here are all messed up.

It's messy, and some don't know how to express it.

Qi Tian nodded silently, some things need not be said clearly.

"A thorough investigation of the traitor, you know?"

Qi Tian said without a word.

"Traitor?"

"Ah!"

"If you want to talk about traitors, the women in this yard are probably all traitors!"

"Just take one out, I'm afraid you will hate that city lord!"

"In this case, anyone could betray him."

"After a long time, it will drive me crazy!"

"It's going to drive me crazy!"

"Ten years! A hundred years! A thousand years! Ten thousand years!"

"Forever...forever in this hellish place."

"That feeling is really painful."

The murmur of self-talk followed, Han Ling gasped for breath, and then chuckled softly, her whole person looked extremely desolate.

Thinking like this in my heart, my consciousness gradually became extremely disordered.

Disorder in chaos!

Qi Tian walked out of Han Ling's house.

After all, Han Ling is the seventh lady of the Kunlun Divine City City Lord's Mansion.

Been here too long and it's not good.

Qi Tian and Han Ling tossed in the small world of Wanbao Pavilion for several hours. Under the suppression of ten times the flow rate of time, it took only about half an hour to pass in the real world.

When Qi Tian came out, Yu Feng, the deacon of the City Lord's Mansion, had even more rosy eyes.

"Why did it take so long?"

"I went in to look for you just now, why didn't I see you?"

"Qiantian Qiangong! Where did you and the seventh lady go just now?"

Deacon Yufeng took a deep breath, and then hurried over to ask.

When he spoke, the nervousness on his face was palpable.

From his eyes, you can see the extreme tiredness.

As if the whole person was caught in this atmosphere and could not extricate themselves.

"Where did you go?"

"Um?"

"Where can I go?"

"Always... just here."

"What's up?"

"Didn't you see it when you went in just now?"

"Mrs. Seventh and I were discussing about the traitor, so I took a look around the house."

"Maybe I missed it."

Qi Tian said nonsense at will.

At that time, on a whim, the excitement was really hard to contain.

So it seemed a little impulsive at the time.

From Qitian's point of view, there is no regret.

All in all, very calm.

Basically no problem.

I was just a little fortunate to have brought the seventh lady, Han Ling, to the small world of Wanbao Pavilion.

Otherwise, if you are caught and raped in bed, it will be difficult to do.

If the deacon Yufeng was controlled in time, it would be better to say that everything could be turned around.

If he really let him expose this matter, it would be considered a complete calf.

At that time, wouldn't it be difficult to collect water?

The cool moonlight will sweep over directly at that time.

The sense of panic and anxiety gradually tore apart, and the more I thought about it, the more appropriate this feeling became.

"How can it be!"

"If you were in the house at the time, I couldn't feel nothing at all!"

"You were definitely not in the house at the time!"

"Where have you been?"

"What did you do?"

"There is a problem! There is absolutely a problem!"

"Half an hour is enough for you to do a lot of things!"

"No, I want to go in and see the seventh lady!"

Deacon Yufeng's expression changed, and he was about to break in directly.

Qi Tian waved his hand, and the Zhuge Gatling Machine Gun Corps and the White Dragon Knight Corps had already surrounded him.

If this guy moved, he would be instantly obliterated.

"The seventh lady said that no one is allowed to go in and disturb her!"

"Defectors, kill without mercy!"

"Do you want to die?"

"I can endure it, but these soldiers under my command...maybe."

Qi Tian squinted his eyes, his eyes flickering with cruelty.

At this moment, the seventh lady, Han Ling, is probably still in that comfortable state.

If it is in the past now, there is a high probability that it will be revealed.

Yu Feng, the deacon of the City Lord's Mansion, knew that it was not easy to mess with.

In his pupils, there seemed to be sharp rays of light flickering frantically.

This guy has to hold on.

Deacon Yufeng saw these soldiers around, and his face became darker and darker.

His guess was right.

Something must have happened to Mrs. Seven.

Killed?

Does this guy have the guts?

Or is it... stubborn?

What did the two of them do in half an hour?

Deacon Yufeng's expression became more complicated.

He knew more or less what was going on with these ladies in the backyard.

One by one, how many years have not seen a man,

When I suddenly saw a man, how could I still be stable in my heart?

One by one they went crazy.

Gritting his teeth, he followed Puleng excitedly.

Basically that's what happened.

The posture is displayed in place, and the consciousness is surging to the extreme.

Feelings are also very clear.

The feeling of drifting, the meaning of destruction, is breaking out without limit!

Scratch endlessly!

Trembling boundless!

Lock in the moment!

"It's not really what I think it is, is it?"

"Could this boss really have the guts?"

"Even the woman of Lord City Lord dare to touch?"

"Crazy?"

Yu Feng, the deacon of the City Lord's Mansion, gritted his teeth, thinking to himself, his face became more and more gloomy.

My thoughts were messed up, and I didn't know how to express it at all.

The more you think about it, the better you feel.

Gradually, crazy suppression!

That's basically it.

Deacon Yufeng glanced at the surrounding soldiers, and he also knew that if he made any untimely actions at this time, it might lead to death.

Against a full elite thousand team, he is not that stupid!

What we need to do now is actually to protect ourselves!

Save your own life first, and talk about it later!

Even if you want to report a complaint, at least you have to live!

"It's not too late for a gentleman to take revenge!"

"Leave the green hills without worrying about no firewood!"

"Humph! Wait!"

Deacon Yufeng's eyes looked even more rosy, and he secretly surmised.