Infinite Heroes Seat

The nature of the heroic contract is a contract that involves the ownership of the soul. Even if I don’t take it seriously and don’t care, but before signing the contract, I will instinctively detect that it’s wrong, I can find the difference in the contract, and the content of the contract cannot be. Revise. Therefore, either a countersignature must be signed or a mandatory contract is required. The situation where the contract is randomly mixed with other things to make people sign unintentionally basically does not exist, and this is the reason why the contract is not spread everywhere.

Seeing A Zhu hesitatingly, Mo Wen smiled.

"Why, the girl doesn't want to sign?" His eyes swept towards A Zhu's chest and pretty face from time to time, and the smile on his face grew stronger.

Seeing this, Ah Zhu felt stunned and gritted his teeth. Regardless of the anxiety in his heart, he immediately picked up a pen and signed his name on the paper.

After signing the name, Ah Zhu felt tight and became uncomfortable inexplicably, as if he had just done something wrong.

But everything was as usual around him, Mo Wen put away the contract, and then let him go without saying anything.

Walking out of Mo Wen's room, Ah Zhu felt relieved. As expected, nothing happened, but he scared himself.

It's a pity that she didn't notice the mysterious smile at the corner of her mouth when she left.

On the other side, Abi was serving Murong Fu drinking tea in the lobby.

Raising the tea cup in his hand but putting it down again, Murong Fu slowly said, "Abi, have you ever heard about Xi Shi and Diao Chan?"

Abi's hand trembled, and the teapot fell directly to the ground. Smashed to pieces.

"My son!" Her voice trembled slightly.

"The more Xi Shi drove Wu, the hegemony of the Spring and Autumn Period, and Diao Chan during the Han Dynasty was separated. Only when Sheji was preserved, both of them are worthy of the heroes of the female middle school and the people of great merit in the state."

Murong Fu sighed slightly, and said to himself: "After the Murong clan since the death of Dayan, all the paternal patriarchs of the past have taken the rejuvenation of the country as their own responsibility. They have worked hard and exhausted their efforts. It is a pity that God did not bless my Murong clan. Even today, nothing has been achieved. This I'm afraid this is the closest opportunity for my Murong family to return to the country."

"My son!" Abi's voice was already a little bit crying.

Murongfu didn't seem to hear what Abi said, but continued: "This time the restoration of the country, don't know that the money, food, and martial arts in his hand are the key to this. People with a confidant must be monitored. So-please!"

Tears slipped from Abi's eyes. The innocent and shy face was full of despair at this time.

She looked at her son foolishly, and stopped talking, and then whispered back after a long time: "Yes,-son."

That night, Murong Fu hosted a banquet at home to entertain Mo Wen. The two parties could be said to be the host and the host for a good time.

Mo Wen walked back to his room slightly drunk. But found a woman standing in her house.

The skin is like jade, and the white eyes are like beads. Wearing a Luo skirt and Bichai on his head, although it is not stunning, but every move is gentle and delicate.

Seeing Mo Wen returned to the room, Abi gave a slight salute and said: "My son is afraid that the maids will be slack and slack on Mo son, so the young lady is sent to serve the son. Don't be surprised by Haiwang's salary."

Mo Wen was taken aback for a moment, and then reacted.

He looked up and down Abi, then gently raised her chin with his hand.

"Such a beautiful woman, Young Master Murong is also willing."

Abi's eyes were reddish, but she was silent.

Mo Wen knew what Murong Fu's plan was. It was nothing more than a beauty plan, but Mo Wen didn't plan to just return the little beauty. It's not that Mo Wen is boasting, he is very good at dealing with women. No matter what those contracts, he can get Abi, a little girl who basically can't use martial arts. This time, Murong Fu lost his wife and broke the army again, and gave it away for nothing. A little beauty to him.

Laughing, Mo Wen picked up Abi Heng and strode towards the bed.

Abi was startled, she was about to struggle, but she didn't know what she thought of again, and sighed slightly, wrapped her arm around Mo Wen's neck, bit her lips tightly, and pressed her head against Mo Wen's chest, in her eyes. But two lines of tears flowed out.

Putting Abi gently on the bed, Mo Wen pulled down the bedclothes, and then leaped on.

Behind the curtain, the figure shook, and a seductive groan was heard not long after.

In the courtyard, under the moonlight, Murong Fu stood with his hands behind him, and it took a long time before he uttered two words.

"Rejuvenation!"

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The next morning, Mo Wen lifted his head from Abi’s jade arms. Seeing the beauty of the sleeping beauty, he couldn’t help but feel a move in his heart. There were traces of dredging everywhere on the white skin, although it was very shallow. It is all over the body, and there is a red mark on the curled legs running down from the roots.

Abi still closed her eyes at this time, but there were glittering tears flickering at the corners of her eyes, her small and beautiful face was a little haggard, but there was also a little bit of charm of a first-time woman.

A big hand once again climbed onto the crisp chest held by Abi Yingying, and began to knead it.

"Uh," Abi exclaimed, those beautiful eyes opened slightly, and he glanced at Mo Wen with a complicated expression. After a long while, he slowly said, "Master?"

Mo Wen smiled, and while continuing to move his hands, he said to Abi, "You know what you should do!"

A trace of unwillingness and despair flashed in Abi's eyes, but in the end he nodded and said: "I know, the master is passing some false information to Murong and Mr. Murong."

A malicious smile appeared at the corner of Mo Wen's mouth. There is no deep martial arts, and how can Abi, who is not very strong in her own personality, get rid of the mysterious control. Yesterday, Mo Wen was forced to sign a contract between the bed and the bed, both physically and mentally. It has become a thing of no smell.

"Very well, then let's take care of my son now. I still didn't have much fun last night!"

With an obscene smile, Mo Wen pressed down towards Abi again, and a seductive groan sounded again in the bed.

Outside the room, A Zhu, who was about to knock on the door, stopped moving, and she heard Abi's voice in Mo Wen's room.

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Time flies, spring passes and autumn comes, one year has passed.

In Murong's house, Yanziwu, in the courtyard, Bao different people were watching the situation in front of him with solemn expressions, only to see two people holding long swords in the middle of the courtyard fighting against each other.

One was about sixteen or seventeen years old, with a face like a crown jade with a jade pendant hanging from his waist, and the other was slightly larger, twenty-seven-eight, also handsome and handsome, both dressed in white, holding a long sword in his hand. .

The martial arts of the two are good, and their moves are endless, like moving clouds and flowing water. In a flash, their whole body is covered in a light curtain, staggered, and the long swords in their hands continue to collide, and the two light curtains are intertwined. , Constantly clashing.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them made ten or twenty moves, and then they heard one of them smile and say: "Mr Murong, take this move."

Then I saw Mo Wen's hand gleaming blue, a long sword made like a big blue ball, rolling around in the courtyard, and Murong Fu was wrapped in the sword circle in an instant, every move was a fatal kill. .

"Good job!"

Murong Fu also let out a long scream, then flew back, came to the wooden frame by the courtyard, and took out a long knife.

I saw him suddenly use the "Five Tigers Broken Door Knife", the "Bagua Knife", and the "** Knife" without a few tricks. In an instant, even the number of ** Knifes were deployed. Mo Hearing the long sword in his hand made him like a torrential rain, but he couldn't get close to him.

In a blink of an eye, another ten or twenty strokes have passed. Seeing that he can't attack for a long time, Mo Wen is not annoyed. After all, Murong Fu has been soaking in these mixed kung fu for much longer than him, even if his talent is not as good as him, but he wants to give it back. The martial arts in the water pavilion defeated him, and it was difficult and difficult. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com immediately withdrew.

Throwing away the long sword in his hand, Mo Wen stretched out his index finger and said loudly, "Mr Murong, be careful! Watch me join hands!"

After all, it was just a few clicks on the emptiness.

Several strong winds rushed towards his face, Murong Fu was shocked, and the long knife in his hand stretched out again, only to hear a sound of iron strikes, there was sparks bursting out of the long knife, and Murong Fu took three steps back before stopping. Down.

"My son, be careful!"

The next few generals all exclaimed when they saw this, but Mo Wen had already stopped at this moment.

He bowed his hand at Murong Fu, "Mr Murong is really good at kung fu! After working hard for a long time, he has realized that he has achieved a small amount of martial arts, but he was taken lightly by the young man, and Nan Murong was well-deserved."

Murong Fu smiled, "The son has been proficient in several martial arts after only one year after he joined me and Shishui Pavilion, and his achievements in participating in joint **** are even more extraordinary. If he hadn't been idiotic for a few years, he would be embarrassed today!"

The two immediately smiled at each other. (To be continued...)